~~~~~~~~~~~~1930~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Walking towards the chestnut tree, where I last left Steve drawing a wishing well, my boots quietly thumping on the ground beneath me as I approach my destination. Stepping onto the, frail dry, grass, my long brown braided hair swishes slightly behind me as I glance down at the kite that's perched under my arm.

I look back up to the tree expecting to still see Steve drawing, only to find an empty spot with his drawing book and the one pencil he owns. Crouching down I pick up his things, while making sure I don't drop the kite, and stuff them in my pant pocket. When I get back on my feet, I take a full turn slowly to see if I can spot Steve anywhere. After not spotting him I sigh, deciding to go back home and wait till Steve gets back. Knowing Steve he's probably gotten him self into a fight he can't get out of (purely because he's stubborn).

Twisting round to start my journey back to our apartment, I hear a couple shouts. Facing to my right I see a boy get pushed out a alley by another boy slightly taller.

"And don't come Back!" He shouts at the bully. Seeing the commotion I run over to the alley, my boots slapping against the stone ground. Slowing down as I arrive, I take a deep breath to get air in my lungs. Only to completely stop in my tracks, there Steve was a bust lip with a trail of blood leaking down. A horrible combination of purple, blue and black forming around his sky blue left eye already. A small delicate smile tuggs at his lips, while talking to the boy who kicked the bully out the alley, eyes glancing up to the boy happiness evident in his eyes.

"God Steve, ya have got to stop doing this kind of thing. It's going to get ya killed" I say as I approach the two. Both pairs of eyes darting to my figure. Amusement in Steve's eyes, yet confusion in the strangers steel blue ones.

When I'm close enough I pull Steve into a hug, wrapping my arms around his neck, on instinct his skinnier arms wrap around my waist. After a few long seconds we pull apart and I place a kiss to Steve's cheek. Pivoting on my foot I face back to the stranger, while raising an eyebrow.

"And who might you be?", I say up to the boy, while slipping my hand into my pant pocket taking Steve's book and pencil out giving them to him. A quiet 'thank you' is what I get as a respond.

"James Buchanan Barnes, ma'am, but everyone calls me Bucky. I didn't know Steve had a best girl" James says as his eyes flicker from Steve to me. This making both me and Steve look to each other, shortly followed by laughter erupting from our mouths. Confusion, once again clouding James eyes.

"You think me and Steve are dating. Heavens no. That would never happen." I speak. Clearing my throat I shove my hand forward.

" I'm Betty by the way. Steve's sister. No damn girl is worth havin' Steve. Too good for 'em, I say" I nod to Steve as I voice my opinion. James takes my hand and gives it a soft yet firm shake.

We start strolling down the alley making conversations with each other. When we round the corner me and Steve stop, seeing it get dark.

"We gotta' go James, s'getting late. Ma's bound to kill us" I make a gesture to the sky. Steve nods along, a silent agreement.

"Yeah, well I'll be seeing you tomorrow. Already made plans with Steve. Also it's Bucky, not James". James vocolizes, while shaking his head, a smirk dances across his lips.

"To me it's James, so it's stayin' James" I yell as I start walking with Steve in the opposite direction to James. "Your somthin' else rogers, you know that? Not like every other girl are ya?" He shouts back.

"You know, I thought you already got the gist of that by the clothes Barnes. Pay attention, maybe you'll learn somethin'." I call back, chuckling. Next to me Steve has a full blown laugh, chucking his head back. James did as well however softer from the distance between us.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~1936~~~~~~~~~~~~

Having to be your older brothers 'date' to the diner is always fun. Me and Steve make fun of the girl James takes out, always earning glares from him, yet he still brings us along. Tonight is no different, James gets all dressed up so does Steve. Then I still wear my everyday attire, which consists of brown cotton pants, an off-white colour casual shirt to compliment it, my brown hair in a braid and my scuffed black boots. Normal to Steve, James and I. To everyone else, not so much in the slightest.

Sitting one big booth the boys on one side, then us girls on the other. As Mary, the date, and James talk, Steve and I start the rig. We start off with sticking our fingers down our throat while making a gagging sound. To dramaticly pretending to puke, extending our hands in frount of us acting as the puke.

Side glances getting thrown our way from both parties (especially little miss snooty). Mary nugging my elbow roughly by 'accident' which only made me and Steve laugh a little more. James kicking Steve softly under the table, as a sign to cut it out, yet we kept going.

When it was getting late and towards the end of the date, Steve and I were still going. It was to the point when I was just asking James random questions cutting their little chats. It always started with 'James? Where do stars go in the day time?', or 'James? What does this mean?'. The frustration on Mary's face was hilarious. In the end James found it amusing on the persistence of it.

That's when Mary snapped...

"James, can you tell your friends to cut it out. I mean, we are trying to have our date". She hissed across the table to James. It was also when I froze. Mid sentence as I was talking to Steve about a swimming pool joke, Asking if it was funny or not, when I heard her say it. Steve caught it as well, looking to me with surprise written all over his face.

I looked over to James to get his reaction of it and I saw that he was nervous. His face also had a look of anger, he told her to call him Bucky and nothing else. Everyone in the damn town of Brooklyn knew it. He looked over to me, his face softening when he saw mine. Obviously a surprised feature stuck to me.

"Don't call me that. My name's Bucky to you" James said while shaking his head at her, looking into her eyes as if in a way to say 'I mean business'. Yet she didn't get the it.

"Why can't I? Why is she the only one aloud to say James. That is your name. What makes her special?" Mary questions. Tilting her head from side to side every now and then. James looks back over to me to see if I would do anything, but I'm lost deep in thought. Why am I so effected by it? It's just a name. So why does it sound bad coming from her mouth?

"You can't call me that because, it sounds like I'm old when anyone else says it. She has a name and you know it to be Betty so use her damn name. Yes that is my birth name. She is special cause' she's gotta pass for her to say that, and only her." James explains, answering all of her questions and correcting her on my name.

Unexpentantly, James stands up, grabbs his chocolate shake and drinks the rest while looking her in the eye. Slightly confused, Steve and I do the same, we finish our vanilla shakes and stand next to James. Mary looks up to us annoyed, she lingers her gaze on me and hatred can be seen in her velvet chocolate brown eyes. James starts walking off, hand of the door as he looks back to Mary.

"If you have a problem with my friends, then you have a problem with me" he hollers over to her. He opens the door for Steve and I to walk through first, giving both of us a goofy smirk before walking out after us. Not even giving Mary another thought or glance, as we walk down the street.

A/N:

Hey guys as you can probably tell this was Betty's memories. These were only snipbits of them, just to kind of give you a gist of how Betty was. If you think I could improve anywhere please comment and I will see what I can do.

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