Bucky Barnes Captain America: The First Avenger Novels & Stories

“Plus I don’t think I can handle her mood swings.” I sent Evan a grateful smile and he just winked back. At that moment I swore to myself to find a girl for Evan who would make me happy and love him wholly. He deserved it. And as if the universe was playing a joke on me, Athena walked in through the open door. “You bitch.” “Do you know any other greeting?” I scoffed out. “Black Widow?” I looked at Evan’s surprised face and wide open shocked eyes. “Captain America?” Athena’s face was equally surprised. For the first time, she looked at a loss of words.

I looked up at Ryan for any ideas of any sort but he just gave me a thumbs up which made me roll my eyes, sighing. Ok, this was going to be harder than I thought. I turned back to him, smiling gently as I moved a little closer. “Do you have a leader already?” A bit of silence. Then, with the faintest flicker of movement, he picked up one figure, a super hero with a shield and set it aside. Of course, Captain America. I widened my eyes in mock awe. “Ohh, you choose Captain America for the captain-smart choice” And for the first time, he looked up at me, his lips curved into a slight smile as he nodded.

He could not believe that Bucky was admiring a lowlife like Adrian. "His skin color is different from ours!" Jonathan thundered. "So what?" Bucky did not care and got down on his knees. "My life is yours to command from now on, sir." Adrian was surprised. He barely knew Bucky and had hardly spoken to him, yet Bucky was willing to acknowledge him as his superior. "You won’t gain anything from having me as your superior. I have neither background nor status, only bravery,” Adrian said. "Not a problem!" Bucky looked up. In a serious tone, he continued, "I've always been a wanderer and not from any of the Four Great Factions. Now that I've finally found myself someone to rely on, I will follow y

" I watch as Vincent take out a card and hands it out to Charlie, her hand is shaking as she reaches for the card, she clutches it in her hand. I nod at them and I turn with Charlie to walk to our car, I open the door and she slides in, I lean in and fasten her seatbelt, I look at her, "you okay?" I shut the door and look over my shoulder, Vincent DeLuca stares at my car, I inwardly curse knowing who he is now, he has a reputation, he's ruthless and shows no mercy or repentence, he's the Alpha of one of the largest packs in the country. I slide in the care and look at Charlie, as I rev the engine, if she is his granddaughter, this won't be last we see of him.

I ask hopefully. “He was handsome,” she says after a beat, staring out the window. “Brown hair. Dark eyes.” She pauses. “His friends were, too. All … very good-looking.” My jaw tightens. Brown hair. Dark eyes. It’s not our Enrique. “One guy was tall, smoldering, with black hair, blue eyes,” she says. “He didn’t talk much.” A beat. “Another one looked sort of like a young Chris Evans.” Great, Captain America and his side-kick is after us.

( He replies in a solemn tone) GENERAL MULLIGAN : Hmmph. Who was it?? CAPTAIN BANNER : My younger brother. He had just recently joined the force and was an eager soldier. He joined the force because of me. He would always say that I was his hero and that he wanted to be like me GENERAL MULLIGAN : Sounds like a good boy. What about your parents??

Looking up at me from her upside-down position, Blanca's eyes met mine. I refrained from smiling amidst the pandemonium, but there was no denying that Blanca always managed to make life interesting. Out of all the Johnson kids, she and I had a special bond. On my twenty-fifth birthday, she had written an Avengers fanfiction where Bucky Barnes and Captain America were more than just friends. It had been entertaining as hell. "Blanca, are you ready to go?" I asked her, trying to maintain a composed demeanor in the midst of the chaos.

He happily holds Baron's hand but he avoids him. “What are you doing? are you really the one they sent here, or are you just pretending?” “Oh, I'm sorry. When i first entered the agency, i could almost see you on the big monitor. Some agents there considered you as The Avengers. I've been wanting to see you for a long time.” He replied happily as Baron stood up and looked up into the distance. “By the way, are you really the genius hacker they say?” he examined the young man. “Oh no! I'm not a genius.” he said shyly and still had a scratch on his head.

“Oh believe me sweet girl. I do. Captain America is the better Avenger.” “Like hell he is. Iron Man can fly.” “Iron Man is only alive because of electronics.” “Exactly. He was smart enough to figure out how to save his own life.” “Captain America….” “Captain America was frozen for years. Technically he’s an old man.” “He relies on his own abilities to be a hero.” “So does Iron Man. His intelligence created what he needed to be a hero.” “He wouldn’t be one without his gadgets though.” “Still he used his mind to create those gadgets to be a super hero.”

I’d always thought of him as the Captain America of these Avengers, but he obviously saw himself more as Iron Man. On his head he had a helmet. Not like a hat or down to his ears and neck, I mean covering everything. Other than a slit across his eyes, nothing was exposed. He drew his sword out of its scabbard. An arrow hit him on the chest and bounced off. Another hit him on the side of the head, and splintered into pieces. The helmet didn’t even have a scratch on it. “He can keep trying, but it won’t make a difference. First I’m going to kill you, then him.”