Thread: Making the Soldier a Captain again (Krystal x Fractured Wickedness)

The year was 1940. Krystal had decided to leave her comfortable apartment and explore the city. Being the daughter of a wealthy newspaper tycoon had its privileges. She smiled as she walked out into the sun, deciding to get herself a milkshake from the diner down the street. She loved the food there, especially their waffles, which were always cooked perfect and had whipped cream on top with strawberries. She walked into the diner, ordered her milkshake to go, snd was off, just walking around the city and somehow ending up in Brooklyn. She had no idea that today would be the day her Onyx knight would return to her. Steve rogers had annoyed someone again. All he wanted to do was watch the war film at the beginning of the movie, but this man was talking much to loud. He had politely and patiently asked him to quiet down, but all that had gotten him was in an alleyway. Steve hated bullies, and this man was definitely one of them, because now he was cornered in said alleyway, with 3 instead of one guy. He was in a bit of trouble. Luckily, a beautiful blue haired woman with glacial blue eyes happened to walk by. She too hated bullies, and she walked down the alleyway, looking worried. Hey, who's the pretty broad? The man asked, whistling a little at pretty woman who just snorted derisively. She cocked an eyebrow at the now badly beaten Steve, who looked all but helpless. She kneeled down to him. Why don't I get you cleaned up, huh? She asked softly, and Steve just nodded, looking shocked that such a pretty woman was talking to him. Don't bother with this wimp the man said, and she could smell the alcohol on him as he pulled her away. She acted quickly, tossing him into a dumpster, knocking him unconscious. Don't you dare lay your hands on me! She growled, as the other two men went twards Steve. All he could do was watch helplessly, to beat up to do anything but let it come. Krystal wouldn't have that though. She stood in front of the frail man, a samurai sword looking like it appeared in her hand. She points it toward the men. If you don't wanna end up like your buddy there, I suggest you leave. She warned, but they lunged at her anyway. She sighed and went to work in a beautiful yet dangerous dance, quickly knocking the two on their asses, her sword at their throats. Go. Before I decide to cut your necks. She told them flatly and they ran away just as Krystal was picking Steve up. Thank's for saving me, ma'am he told her with a cough, his asthma acting up. She stroked his hair and walked out of the alley, surprised to run into a handsome man. Bucky. I'm okay.. Steve wheezed out, and Krystal softened, knowing he wasn't a threat, seeing as the man she saved called him by name. He was being beaten up when I came by. I hate bullies, so I saved him. I'm Krystal by the way. Krystal Kobayashi. And you two are? I didn't catch your names. She said l, a light smile on her face as she steadied the smaller man into her slightly larger form. Steve smiled a little then wheezed. Steve rogers. Pleased to meet you ma'am. He told her, his breaths calming because of her healing seeping into him by touch. Time flew quickly after that first encounter, and Bucky and Krystal fell in love. He proposed the day before he shipped out, and they conceived a son, though she didn't know it then. She spent countless nights praying to whoever would listen, asking desperately for their safety. It hadn't worked though. Steve had fallen from a train to his death, and Bucky had crashed a plane in the artic just days later. She would never forget his last words to her. I love you, Doll. find happiness until you can find me he told her, and she could hear the dominance in his tone. He had ordered her to be happy without him. That was gonna be the hardest order she'd ever have. That was seventy years ago now, and each day it hurt to think about her beloved lost fiance and dead best friend. She knew she should have gone with those two knuckle heads to war. Maybe they'd still be here if she had. Maybe Bucky would have seen his son grow up. All the regret she still held had been taking a toll, but soon she would find happiness again after an excited phone call from the artic circle. We found him! her son exclaimed over the phone, and she could hear him jumping up and down as he talked. After 70 years of searching, they had finally found James Buchanan Barnes. He had finally found his father, and on his birthday, no less. It was June 10, 2011 when the Sergeant was finally found. If only Steve were there to see this.