Thread: Fates Altered-Avengers Moon/Lady

The world had never been a very happy place to begin with really, in a world filled with people who where twins and always twins. One Twin the dominant, Alpha. Strong and outgoing and confident. The other twin the Submissive, the Omega. Smaller, weaker, shyer. Every singe child in the world had a twin, and the Barnes twins where no different. They where, however, not the same as the others. Steve Rogers, the younger Omega, had come down with TB as a child, and so was much weaker and more helpless than most. All of his life he had been riding on James, the older Alpha twin's, shadow. James had always protected 'little Stevie' who was so small he was a runt. Not that it stopped Steve from trying to pick fights, stand up for himself and not be a nuisance to his much adored brother. James had spent his entire life looking after Steve, doing his best to keep the other from becoming a smear on the wall. He had been drafted though, and was no longer there to help Steve, the government refusing his pleas that he needed to stay home and care for his often too sick to get out of bed brother. Steve was distraught when James left, Steve had always done his best to help his brother. Now he couldn't help James at all. He was too weak to go picking for scrap metal or get a proper job. That was, until he started drawing propaganda comics for the local newspaper. All in one fell swoop the government had plucked him up, and he was, in an instant, employed, and helping with the war effort. Writing comics about the war, writing comics to empower women in the workforce, drawing anything he could think of, and even painting huge posters that would encourage people to sign up for the military, donate money or food, and pick for anything that could be useful. When he collapsed, screaming in the office one morning, everyone had thought his twin had died. Steve was quick to promise his co-workers that he was fine and that his Twin seamed to have been briefly tortured. Steve had no idea that James Buchanan Barns, Sergeant of the 107'th had just been chosen to become the worlds first Super Soldier. James would soon take up the mantle of Captain America and Steve was delighted to start writing comics all about James heroics. The Captain America comics where one of the best selling anythings. And hundreds where sent to the war effort and to the soldiers. Steve always carefully mailed 1, signed by himself to James each and every time. There where thirty completed comics when Steve suddenly went missing. A week after he went missing James collapsed, screaming as Steve was tortured. Their Twin bond stronger than most. It took a month for James to find Steve, he was almost too late. Steve had been found locked in an experimental facility, strapped to a table and bigger and healthier than he had ever been in his entire life. He was even bigger than James now! Despite that, Steve's mind had all but shattered under the constant torture and experimentation. It was a week after James found him that he finally began to respond again, a month before he was fit to join James in the field, no matter how much James protested. Steve was in no shape to protest himself, because of that, the military used him and he became Captain America's sidekick. Well, until the train. James never forgave himself for dropping Steve, never forgave himself for letting Steve die in the godforsaken winter tundra god knew where. He couldn't even remember. He was so torn up with guilt he locked up everything he owned into one of his 'bolt holes'. A safe house his father had made before the war, a room underground made of steal. Then he followed Steve into snow and Ice, locked in the fallen plane for seventy years until Stark found him. Seventy one years after falling, James Barnes awoke from bed screaming and fighting off invisible hands that tried to force him down into a chair he knew was bad. Knew would hurt. He had those dreams often enough, of 'them' pressing plastic into his mouth so he wouldn't bite through his tongue, the pulses of sharp, agonizing pain arching through his skull. The terror, utter terror of not knowing anything all over again. Where did such dreams come from anyway!? He shuddered and slid out of bed, rubbing his face and unable to shake the idea of his left arm being fake gave it a sharp pinch. Ouch! Yup. Real. Good. He staggered out of bed, found a pair of pants and headed up to the kitchen he was currently sort of sharing with Tony Stark, the man who had found him in the ice and was slowly bringing him into the twenty first century. There where times when James was scared to death of the tech that Tony was trying to teach him to use. James wasn't doing to bad at least. He could sort of use his phone now. Sort of anyway. He shuddered, stepping into the kitchen rubbing his head at the sharp headache and the odd sensation of being blank and spiked a hefty cup of coffee with a heftier dose of the strongest alcohol he could find in Tony's kitchen.