- Chapter 1 -

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A/N- I know, I should not be starting another story when I have three other ones I'm supposed to be working on, but I couldn't help myself. This idea just kind of hit me like a truck, so I started writing this. I have no idea how recruitment and stuff for WWII worked, so bear with me and my ignorant self. I will be adapting and changing things with the original story to fit the main character. I hope you enjoy!

"War continues to ravage Europe. But help is on the way. Every able-bodied young man is lining up to serve his country. Even little Timmy is doing his part collecting scrap metal. Nice work, Timmy!"

Steve and I sit near the back of a theatre, watching advertisements while we wait for the cartoon to start. I watch the screen, observing the soldiers in admiration, and I know Steve is doing the same. Our daydreaming is cut very short by yelling in front of us.

"Play the movie already!" some jerk a few rows ahead of us shouts. I was ready to stand and give him a piece of my mind, but Steve placed a hand on my shoulder while telling them (too quietly for anyone to hear) to show some respect. I crossed my arms over my chest, diverting my attention back to the screen. "Get on with it! Just start the cartoon!"

"Hey, buddy, you wanna shut up?" Steve says, much louder than before, getting about as angry as I was at this man. The jerk stands up to face us, his biceps about the size of my head, and I visibly gulp. He has a friend too. This is always how it goes; Steve gets beat up, while I'm held captive off to the side by some goon who throws a few punches at me as well. The guy grabbed Steve by the arm and dragged him out of the cinema before I could hardly get out of my seat. His friend just smirks at me.

"Hey, princess. Why don't you leave him to get what he deserves, and come with me to have some real fun." He reaches for my arm, and I let him, but only so we can leave the cinema before I beat his ass. The second we're out the door, I grab the arm he was holding me with and twist. He lets out a yelp of pain then he growls and charges at me. Before he can even lay a finger on me, I throw a solid punch at his nose, hold him by his uninjured arm, knee him in the groin, and push him to the ground. Dusting off my hands, I smirked down at his groaning figure.

"I'm no ones princess." I hiss.

"Awe, come now, princess. What about me?" I don't even have to turn around to know who was speaking.

"Bucky!" I yell, spinning to throw myself into his embrace, my arms over his shoulders and my legs wrapped around his waist

"Hey, 'Stasia." he says, grinning brightly. "How've you been?"

"Good," I answer, smiling as well, but my grin falls when I remember what happened. "Uh, we have to go find Steve." I say, hopping off him. I noticed a slip of paper that had fallen from my pocket and go to snatch it up, but he beat me to it.

"Really, Anastasia? What have I told you?" he says, frowning as he reads.

"You're not my father. I can try to be an agent if I want to. You know I can fight, Buck," I say, frowning as well.

"I know you can, I've seen, but that doesn't mean you should. Being in the army is dangerous." he explains.

"Let's just find Steve." I say bitterly, walking into the alley beside the theatre where I assumed we'd find Steve being beaten to a pulp. Again.

Per usual, we could hear his grunts and slamming into trash bins. Bucky in front of me, we turn the corner to see Steve bleeding, holding a trash can lid as a shield, and the jerk from the movie standing over him."

"You just don't know when to give up, do you?" the jerk says. Steve readys his fists.

"I can do this all day." As the jerk goes in for another punch, Bucky steps in and grabs him by the shirt, shoving him away from Steve.

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