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SIBERIA
DECEMBER 8, 1998

Their experiment had worked. Two babies had been born, using the DNA of Steve Rogers. Captain America himself. Absolutely sickening it was.

Twins, subject A and subject B. Remnants of the super-soldier serum lingering in their DNA.

The woman who had given birth to the babies had passed, leaving them orphaned and in the hands of HYDRA alone.

SIBERIA
DECEMBER 11, 1998

The twins were only three days old, still unnamed. The scientists had decided to separate the babies, to individually test them both.

Now, SHIELD was no fool. They had found information of this new experiment, they planned an attack.

A SHIELD agent rushed into an empty room, all that was heard were the cries of a baby. The woman bolted towards the sound, spotting a baby boy in the crib. 'Subject B' written on a note that was stuck on it.

She picked up the weeping baby and fled the room, unknowingly leaving the baby girl that was only in the next room over.

NEW YORK CITY
YEAR 2000

Clint Barton was fairly new to SHIELD, but Fury knew he was the perfect fit for what he assigned him to do.

Fury had given Clint a choice. Leave the unnamed two year old boy in the hands of SHIELD and let him grow until it's his time to train, or take the boy in and raise him as his own.

Clint chose the latter.

He took the boy home to his wife and they raised him alone as their own. Treated him as an equal when they had kids of their own.

Clint had given him the name Grant, wanting the boy to have at least a little connection to his father.

SIBERIA
YEAR 2000

The baby girl had been left alone, unnamed and uncared for. Now, of course HYDRA's agents knew of Steve Rogers. Yet, they knew his best friend better. James Barnes, The Winter Soldier.

One day, James was alone in a cell. The same one he occupied every time they took him out of cryofreeze.

The director led him to a room, where a two year old girl lied in a small crib. James was confused, why were they showing him a baby? Much less one that wasn't his.

The director assigned him to the girl, appointing him her guardian, her protector. James hesitated before brushing a piece of her hair away from her forehead with his finger.

She still had no name.

An inkling in the back of his head, a name. A name he did not recognize but one he seemed to remember.

Rebecca.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE !
hope you all enjoyed !
he named her after his sister 🥹 (he doesn't remember her)

i'll work on editing this in the future, just wanted you all to try and understand the idea!