Janine Rebecca ‘Bucky’ Barnes has been best friends with Christine Rogers since they were kids. One never went without the other. Not even 80 years into the future.
Bucky has always been protecting her smaller, scrappier best friend. Always. Ever since she realized Christine was never going to learn to keep her damned mouth shut and would just keep right on picking fights with everyone and anyone who caused trouble. She couldn’t stop Chris from getting into trouble, and she couldn’t just let the dumb broad get her rear end kicked for the 80th time, so she started intervening.
Fortunately, Bucky has never been particularly small, and she had enough stubborn to match even Rogers. She grew like a weed into a gangly 11 year old amazon while Christine was still a delicate, freckly little thing, and just kept right on growing. Between fishing her best friend out of street fights and taking odd jobs wherever she could get them, Bucky grew up tall and strong, and she could whip the tar out of most of the boys on their street before she turned 18. She took work in a factory when war loomed, and found out she was good at it.
Bucky is all curves and muscle. She’s gorgeous and she knows it. Christine can’t remember at time that Bucky has ever once paid for her own drinks, and she has a different fella on her arm every week.
The draft can’t touch Bucky, but after Pearl Harbor, she shows up in a uniform, and Chris knows, that’s it. Bucky’s going to war without her, and there’s not a damned thing she can do to stop it.
Christine has just finished bombing out entertaining a very unfriendly audience when she’s informed that they’re all that’s left of Bucky’s unit. True to form, she’s in a commandeered plane on a highly unsanctioned rescue mission within the hour.
She rescues Bucky from that table, and she brings her out of the worst of the fighting, but bucky is never quite the same. Her easy smile is gone. She doesn’t bother with fixing her hair, and she doesn’t much care if the fellas are looking or not. When she falls from the side of a train in a mission gone wrong, Christine follows soon after, crashing a plane into arctic ice. She’s never let Bucky go anywhere without her, and she’s not about to start now.
“But I knew her…”
Bucky likes the way Nathaniel fits under her arm. Likes the small crooked smile he saves just for her. Likes that he understands the awful things they made her do, the guilt she’s always going to feel for it, and doesn’t sugar-coat things like Chris does. That he’s been where she is, and he made it out the other side. If Nate could do it… surely she can too.
Mini-ficlet, because being female does change a small selection of things about her, but also largely because I felt like it 😀
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