Like father like daughter, SEV HATES JOHN WALKER. (Me too)

SORRY THIS CHAP IS LATE IVE BERN BUSY AND FORGOT TO POST

AT THE POLICE STATION, Sev sat in a chair next to Sam, fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. Her bangs, which she had cut with safety scissors, now almost brushed her eyebrows. Time to cut them again, she thought. The day had been long and exhausting, and she felt a mixture of anxiety and frustration bubbling up inside her.

"Seven," a voice called, interrupting her thoughts. She looked up to see Dr. Raynor standing there. "How are you?"

"Fine," Sev muttered, looking back down. She didn't feel like talking today. She was tired, not just physically but emotionally as well. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of confusion and distress.

Dr. Raynor, sensing Sev's reluctance, turned her attention to Sam. "Sam. I'm Dr. Raynor, I've heard a lot about you. I'm James's therapist," she said, extending her hand.

Sam stood up to greet her. "So nice to meet you. Thank you for getting him out."

"That was not me," Dr. Raynor clarified.

"Christina!" a voice called out from behind them, making Sev jerk her head back. Her expression soured when she saw John Walker approaching. "Hell no..." she muttered, her mood souring further.

"It's great to see you again," John said with a grin. Sev sighed loudly, ensuring everyone, including John, heard her displeasure.

"Are you kidding me? You know him?" Sam asked, equally annoyed.

"Yeah, we did some field ops back in the day," Raynor said.

John Walker finally walked over, his presence irritating Sev even more. She crossed her arms, adopting the posture of a stubborn child. "I heard you were working with Bucky, so I thought I'd step in. Bucky's not gonna be following a strict schedule," John said.

Sev breathed out through her nose, trying to tune out their conversation. She was irritated and just wanted to see her father. When she finally saw Bucky walking through the doors, her face lit up with a smile. She went to get up, but then she heard a voice behind her.

"Sev and I will be outside," John said, his tone authoritative.

Sev frowned deeply. "No, we won't."

"Sev, go with him. Your father and Sam will be out there soon," Raynor instructed.

"What—no—"

"Sev," Raynor interrupted firmly.

"Fine," Sev huffed, rolling her eyes as she stood up. She reluctantly followed John outside, her arms still crossed defensively.

They walked in silence for a few moments, the tension between them palpable. John glanced at her, clearly trying to find a way to break the ice. "Look, Sev, I'm not trying to replace Steve," he began.

"Good, 'cause you're stupid and you're never gonna be him," Sev snapped back without hesitation, her eyes flashing with anger. "John stupid Walker."

John took a deep breath, attempting to remain calm. "I understand that. I know Steve was like an uncle to you."

Sev made it clear she wasn't interested in talking. "Don't talk to me," she said coldly.

John ignored her. "I'm not trying to replace Steve, you know." John sighed but continued. "Steve was like your uncle, wasn't he?"

Sev's anger flared. "Shut up."

Lamar jumped in. "You should really show some some respect—"

"You should really shut the hell up, you're just as if not more irrelevant than him." Sev said, leaning against a car.

John sighed. "Sev, we could be a good duo, you and me. I could look out for you," John said, trying to sound sincere.

Sev shook her head, her fists clenched. "I don't need you to look out for me. I had Steve, and now I have my dad, and I have Uncle Sam. You don't belong here."

"Sev. I don't want to replace those people, and like I said, I don't want to replace Steve—"

"Shut up!" Sev nearly shouted, her voice higher than usually because of anger. "You don't get to talk about him. You didn't know him like we did."

John raised his hands in a placating gesture. "I'm not trying to replace him. I just think that maybe you and I could work together."

Sev stared at him incredulously, her mouth slightly agape. "Are you kidding me? You think I'd ever team up with you? You're a joke."

"Sev, listen—"

"No, you listen," Sev cut him off. "You don't get it. Steve wasn't just an uncle to me. He was a hero, someone who stood for something. You're just...you're just a guy with a shield. You'll never be him."

John looked at her, his expression a mix of frustration and understanding. "I know I'll never be Steve, and I'm not trying to be. But I do want to help people. I want to do what's right."

Sev rolled her eyes again. "If you really wanted to do what's right, you wouldn't be here, pretending to be something you're not."

John sighed, clearly struggling to get through to her. "Sev, I know this is hard for you. I know you miss Steve. But we're on the same side here. We both want to make the world a better place."

Sev shook her head, she kicked the ground, and aimed the dirt she was kicking to John shoe's. "You don't get it. You'll never get it. Just stay out of our way, okay?"

John opened his mouth to respond but was interrupted by the sound of  walking. Bucky and Sam stepped outside, their presence a welcome sight for Sev.

Sev gave John a final glare before skipping over happily to where her dad was walking. "Hi, Dad!" she said, latching onto his hand.

"Hey, Sev." Bucky said tiredly, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze. "You okay?"

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Just John stupid Walker."

"It's good to see you again," John said, leaning against a cop car with a smirk. "Quite a sweet kid you have," he added sarcastically.

Bucky knew that Sev wasn't being nice to John, and he wasn't mad. He just tightened his grip on her hand, guiding her away from the situation.

THEY WERE NOW AT A PRISON in Berlin, and Sev Barnes wanted to go home so badly. They had to talk to Zemo and see if he knew anything about the super-soldier serum. Or that's what Sev thought at least, but to be fair, she didn't really care.

"He's just through that corridor," the police officer escorting them said.

"Alright, give us a sec," Bucky said. The police officer nodded and stepped away.

Bucky turned to Sam and Sev. "I'm gonna go in alone."

"What? I want to come..." Sev pouted, crossing her arms.

"No," Bucky said firmly. "You stay out here with Sam."

"Why?" Sam asked, hands on his hips, clearly not pleased with the plan.

"Because you're an Avenger. You know how he feels about that," Bucky replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"Well, I'm not an Avenger, why can't I come?" Sev interjected, her voice rising with frustration.

"Because I said no," Bucky said plainly, his patience wearing thin.

"Well, no offense, but it's not like you two are known for frolicking in the sun together," Sam interrupted, trying to make his point.

"He was obsessed with HYDRA," Bucky explained. "We have a history together. Trust me. I got it."

Sev tried again, desperate to be included. "Hey, y'know, I was born in HYDRA, so you should let me—"

"No," Bucky said, cutting her off. His tone was final, and Sev knew there was no point in arguing further, then he walked away.

"Bitch..."

"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? You want to break Zemo outta jail?" Sam asked, shocked. "Where the hell are we, Buck? Have you lost your mind?"

"We have no leads, no moves, nothing," Bucky said, his voice steady but urgent.

"This is dumb even for you, Papa," Sev said. Bucky smiled briefly at the fact she called him Papa but frowned at the words that came before it.

"One of the most dangerous men in the world is behind bars," Sam retorted.

"And we also have eight super soldiers that are loose," Bucky argued, his frustration growing.

There was a moment of silence before Sam tried reasoning again. "Zemo's gonna mess with our minds. And especially yours, and probably Sev's too. No offense."

"Offense," Bucky said at the same time Sev said, "None taken." Bucky scoffed, turning on the lights of the strange garage they were now in. "Not Sev, because he's not gonna be talking to Sev, at all."

Bucky walked back towards Sam and Sev. "Super soldiers go against everything he believes in. He is crazy, but he still has a code."

"Yeah, and I've been on the wrong side of that code, Buck, and so have you," Sam said, exasperated. "He blew up the UN, he killed King T'Chaka, and framed you for it, forcing poor Sev to spend the day with Agent Ross. Do you understand how bad that is?"

Sev shrugged. "That was pretty bad."

Sam kept going. "I know why this matters to you, but it's pushing you off the deep end."

"Sam," Bucky retorted back. "We don't know how they're getting the serum. We don't even know how many of them there are."

Sev sighed, sensing the tension in the air. "Let me just walk you through a hypothetical. Can I walk you through a hypothetical?"

Sev smiled a little. "I'll listen to your hypothetical, Dad."

He gently smiled back at her. "Thanks, Sev, but—"

Sam slowly turned around. "What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything..." Bucky replied, obviously lying.

"Dad..." Sev said, messing with her bangs, her eyes narrowing with suspicion.

Bucky began to explain. "The weakest point of any system isn't the software, the hardware, it's the meatware. The human element." Bucky explained, Sev's eyes widened with both disappointment and pride as she listened.

"Now in this lockup, it's nine to one, prisoners to guards. And if two prisoners start fighting, then the protocol says four guards have to respond." Bucky kept explaining.

"So why would two prisoners start randomly fighting at that moment?" Sam asked.

"Who knows? There could be many reasons. The point is, these things escalate. Lockdown procedures would have to be initiated and with all those bodies flying around left and right, it wouldn't be that hard to slip down a hallway or two. And if the fire alarm got tripped while the prisoners were being separated, someone could use the chaos to their advantage." Bucky continued.

"I don't like how casual you're being about this," Sam said, suspiciously.

"Yeah...me either, what the heck did you do?" Sev asked, her worry growing.

"Exactly, this is unnatural, are you—and where are we, man?" Sam asked, looking around the unfamiliar garage-like place.

Suddenly the door opened, and none other than Baron Zemo himself walked in. Sev's eyes widened, and she backed up a bit. "What the hell, Dad?" She looked up at him, her voice filled with disbelief.

Sam ran up slightly, "What are you doing here—?"

Bucky was quick to hold him back. "I didn't tell you 'cause I knew you wouldn't let this happen," Bucky said, trying to defend himself.

"What did you do??" Sam demanded, his anger barely contained.

"We need him, Sam," Bucky retorted.

Sam jerked his head towards Zemo. "You're going back to prison!"

"If I may..." Zemo began.

"No!" Bucky and Sev said at the same time. Sev sighed, a mix of curiosity and frustration in her expression.

THEY WERE IN A PLANE NOW, heading to meet a woman named Selby. Sam had finally agreed to the plan, but Sev wasn't thrilled about breaking a maximum-security prisoner out of jail. She didn't want her dad to end up in jail; what happened to having a normal life?

Sev sat in front of Zemo and beside her dad. His face was tense, more tense than it usually was. He was mad that Zemo was even in his presence.

"You don't know what it's like to be locked in a cell," Zemo said. Sev scoffed, rolling her eyes. She had spent most of her life in a cell.

"Oh wait, you do," Zemo said, nodding towards Sam. "Oh, and definitely you." He said, now gesturing towards Sev.

"Don't talk to her," Bucky said harshly.

As quickly as it started, the conversation shifted to Sam. "Why don't you tell us where we're going."

Zemo didn't say anything. Instead, he continued reading a book. "Sorry, I was just fascinated by this. I don't know what to call it, but this part seems important. Who is...Nakajima?"

Before Sev could blink, Bucky was on his feet, choking Zemo. Well deserved, she thought. "If you touch that again, I'll kill you," Bucky said. Zemo nodded, looking genuinely scared.

Sev stood up, walking over and placing a soft hand on her dad's back. "Papa, sit down, calm down," she said gently.

Bucky let go, looking back at Sev. He softened, then moved past her to sit back down. Sev sat back down too, now glaring at Zemo for making her dad upset.

"I'm sorry," Zemo said. "I understand that list of names, the people you've wronged as the Winter Soldier."

"Don't push it," Bucky said coldly. "Next time, Sev won't be able to stop me from beating the shit out of you."

Sam cut in, trying to lighten the mood. "I've seen that book, it was Steve's when he came out of the ice. I told him about Trouble Man. He wrote it in that book. Did you hear it? What did you think?" Sam asked.

"I like 40s' music, so..." Bucky responded, shrugging slightly.

"I thought it was cool," Sev added, trying to steer the conversation away from tension.

"You listened to it, Sev?" Sam asked, looking at her with a smile.

She smiled back. "Oh, yeah, I was experimenting with music. There's not much music in HYDRA."

"Oh, I remember Steve buying you all those CDs when we were on the run," Sam said, smiling at the fond memory.

Sev laughed softly. "Yeah, I think I still have them somewhere. We were so bored."

Bucky's eyes softened as he listened to Sev and Sam reminiscing. "Steve really cared about you, Sev. He wanted you to experience the world."

SEVEN YEARS AGO (INCLUDING THE BLIP)
The small, nondescript hotel room they were hiding out in felt like a safe haven from the chaotic world outside. Steve and Sev had been on the run for months, constantly moving to stay ahead of their enemies. Tonight, though, they had a rare moment of peace.

Steve sat on the edge of one of the twin beds, a book in hand. Sev, now fourteen, was sprawled out on the other bed, flipping through a stack of CDs they had picked up from a nearby thrift store.

"You know," Steve said, glancing over at Sev, "I think I'm ready to branch out from the 40s' music. Maybe we can find something new to listen to together."

Sev's eyes lit up. "Really? I've got a whole bunch of stuff here! Let's find something awesome."

Steve chuckled, appreciating her enthusiasm. "Alright, let's see what you've got."

Sev picked up a CD and handed it to Steve. "How about this one? It's called 'The Beatles.' I've heard they're pretty legendary."

Steve raised an eyebrow. "The Beatles, huh? Alright, let's give it a shot."

He popped the CD into the player and hit play. The room was soon filled with the upbeat sounds of "Twist and Shout." Sev started nodding her head to the beat, and Steve couldn't help but smile at her infectious energy.

"This is pretty good," Steve admitted. "I can see why they're so popular."

Sev grinned. "Told you. They've got a lot of great songs. Wanna hear another one?"

"Absolutely," Steve said, leaning back on the bed and closing his eyes. "What's next?"

Sev shuffled through the stack again and selected another CD. "How about David Bowie? I've heard he's amazing too."

Steve opened one eye and looked at her. "David Bowie, huh? Alright, hit me with it."

Sev popped in the CD and "Five years" began to play. The complex layers of the song filled the room, and Steve's expression turned to one of fascination.

"Wow," he said, sitting up a bit. "This is...different. But in a good way."

Sev laughed. "I know, right? It's like a musical journey."

They spent the next few hours listening to different bands and artists, from Billy Joel to Nirvana. Sev loved seeing Steve's reactions to each new song, and Steve found himself genuinely enjoying the modern music. It was a bonding experience they both needed, a brief escape from the constant stress of being on the run.

At one point, Sev put on some Taylor Swift, and Steve couldn't help but laugh. "You've got quite the eclectic taste, Sev."

"Hey, music is music," Sev said, shrugging. "It's all about finding what speaks to you."

Steve nodded thoughtfully. "Which one speaks to you then, Sev?"

Sev thought for a moment, she glanced at all the CD's on the ground. She held up a "David Bowie greatest hits" CD. "This one's cool." She said with a smirk.

"That one is pretty cool, huh?"