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@siberianwarriors gets a fatws starter !

❝ You know , having someone the same age as these people might be a good idea. ❞ She knew her dad didn't want her involved , but she had this gut feeling she could help him and Sam. ❝ I could be of help. ❞

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@marvelmyriad.

Anya could remember the first time her dad told her a story about his family , about his past , when he started remembering the life he had before HYDRA. She remembered that look in his eyes when he remembered something especially happy. The way he smirked so some of his teeth showed , looking somewhere like he could be watching the memory play. He got that look often when he talked about his family now. Especially his mom and sister.

She straightened up a little , before moving to shift in her spot so she was facing him more , her body much more open , a sign that she had calmed down , or at the least felt safer , which was always the case when she was around her dad.

Every time he told her about his mom , she wished she could have met her. Wished she could have met either of her grandmother's really. Both had died before she was even born , but the dream was still there , really it sat with her desire for family. For friends. For people who could do exactly what Bucky was getting at . . . People who could help lift her up when she couldn't do it anymore.

She smirked when he complimented her , looking down with a bit of a sheepish look before reaching to nudge him with her fist in a light slug. ❝ That's a compliment for you too old man. Mostly that way thanks to you. ❞ She paused a moment , before rolling her lips and looking back up to meet his eyes again. ❝ Would've liked t'meet her. She must've been quite the lady t'raise someone like you. ❞ While her dad certainly wasn't the same man he had been before he had been drafted , the core pieces were still there. And she could tell from the stories , and comparing to his own tactics , that he held a lot of her with him.

@sheshootsxruns

Bucky was in a unique position in that he had, at one time, also been Anya's teacher. The lessons were, of course, a little different...but the concept was still the same. He knew that there were times when Anya was stubborn, she had even been as such when they were both under HYDRA's control. HYDRA had sought to use that to their advantage, trying to balance out letting her get angry without allowing their power over her to be threatened. They had toed that line for years, their reinforcement being outright physical harm, to either of them.

It was a testament to Anya's strength and ability to adapt that she was able to even set foot in a school with how naturally volatile High School could be. If she lost her temper, it was understandable. It didn't mean that it wasn't something that didn't need to be addressed and worked on, but it wasn't something that could be actively punished either. Not only could it send Anya into an episode, it would ultimately teach her nothing. Her trauma ran too deep for negative reinforcement to be effective.

By this point, Bucky was no longer kneeling, he was sitting on the floor beside his daughter. He had one leg pulled up so that his left arm could rest loosely on his knee while his right leg still rested flat on the floor out in front of him. He tilted his head in acknowledgement of her point about not having common ground with the other kids. He scoffed quietly, his smirk still on his lips as he rolled his eyes somewhat.

"Well, you're not in a cult," he reinforced calmly. Not anymore at least. "You're in th' middle of a culture shock. When I was real young, I would see it happen with my mom. Like I've told ya, she immigrated from Romania. To Indiana. It might as well have been another planet for her, an' you could tell. She did better in Brooklyn, but it wasn't just because of other Romanians that lived in the neighborhood. There weren't that many, anyway..." Bucky shook his head a bit.

"She found th' right people," he clarified. "An' th' right people found her. It didn't happen immediately, but it did happen." He offered her a warm and sincere smile. "It'll happen for you, too. You're one 'a th' strongest people I know, baby girl...but when your strength runs out, there'll be people in your life to help pick you up."

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continued from here. // @warwidcw.

"The fact that you think I was already in bed is hilarious." She moved to sit down , instead of doing what her mom had said. "Nobody in this family sleeps well." Anya settled and looked back at Natasha , a curious look on her face. "What's got ya up?"

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open starter // fatws timeline !

"I think you and I both know me staying here is a bad idea. I could be of help with you guys. A hell of a lot more than Zemo !"

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closed unprompted holiday starter // @marvelmyriad ( sam )

Taking the cup of cocoa in her hands , she gave a slightly awkward , but thankful smile to the woman manning the drink table , and moved away from the crowd , waiting for Sam. The idea was that they were going to walk the neighborhood , looking at the lights , and spend some time bonding with Sam. Anya hadn't spent much time with him , and had heard about it online , and she wanted to experience it. The thought of a whole neighborhood being in on something so showy was impressive.

" So they do this every year? " She asked in a bit of wonderment , looking about at some of the extravagant lawn decorations , and enough lights it seemed to light a whole mall if they really tried. " Don't they get tired of it? "

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@scvinglives.

Anya was way too much like her father , down to the nightmares that often left her not being able to find restful sleep. Something always managed to come and haunt her, shocking her awake , or she wouldn't be able to sleep in the first place. Then there was the strange side effect that came with constantly being forced to stay awake long periods of time as a child. She often times couldn't sleep without exhausting herself to the point where she would pass out.

She smirked , a quiet scoff when he reminded her that she too should be asleep. She nodded , agreeing with him , before she said a word. " Yeah . . . I definitely should. " She confirmed before shrugging and sighing. " I tried , the mind didn't agree with me. " It was a nice try. But she wasn't about to let him spend the night alone after a nightmare.

Bucky could feel his body shaking as he looked across at his daughter, of course she knew that this was like. She knew what he was going through, and that enraged him even more. That someone hurt her. That she had to know what this felt like.

Over time the nightmares had quietened down. But now and again when he was stressed out they creeped up on him. "You should be sleeping as well, you know? I like your dedication to studying, but you're going to wear yourself to the ground." He warned softly, in a protective fatherly tone, standing up to go and join her.

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You have bags, and I'm not talking about the Gucci kind. // @madeofmarblex.

" 'M fine , " Anya shrugged and looked back to the book she was reading , her third cup of coffee sitting in front of her. " Just haven't been sleepin well. "

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❛  do you want to tell me about your day?  ❜ // @madeofmarblex.

Did she want to talk about her day? Not really. Anya was tough. She was built that way , made to be that way by the people who raised her. Being weak wasn't an option. So she wasn't. But she hadn't been prepared for life outside of HYDRA and the Red Room , and while a lot of the time she loved life , there were times like today . . . when she just wanted to hide away from the world and everyone in it. Who knew she'd be more upset from a day surrounded by teenagers , than dealing with agents.

She shrugged her shoulder's , trying to brush it off for the moment. Like something wasn't obviously bothering her. But she was attempting to lie to someone who had been trained all the same as her. She likely wasn't feeling anyone. " Not much t'say really. " She forced out , looking at her hands that fidgeted with one another. " It was a day , and now it's over. "

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Anya chuckled audibly when her friend jokingly mused about them entering Narnia while trying to find a kitchen , further playing into the bit about the massive size of the lodge that her parents had rented in the mountains. Well . . . As far as she knew they were renting it. If there was one thing her parents loved to do , it was spoil their two kids. It was not really a surprise that they had gone to this lengths in order to celebrate the twins' birthday , if you really knew them . . . It made perfect sense.

All the fancy lodgings aside , the fact that they were celebrating at all was what Anya was really happy about. She would have been fine with a little cake a balloons , you know . . . normal stuff. But Anya was far from a normal girl , and Bucky loved nothing more than to spoil his children. Something about not being able to for so long. Making up for lost time.

" Don't think it's so much about need as a way to indulge. " That was something she knew neither her or Katya were used to. It was something her dad was working on as well right along with her. Learning to allow yourself to indulge in something because it was nice to do nice things for yourself. " And I'm pretty sure people who can afford something like this to vacation to can afford for a team of cleaners to come take care of it. " She scoffed at the thought , shaking her head as she looked at the ceiling.

The question on if she knew how to ski pulled her attention to Katya , smiling , she nodded her head to confirm. " One time , on this mission my dad and I were on . . . he took some time to teach me how t'ski. Told the handlers somethin about how being able to ski efficiently can help with hits , and the snow was perfect. " The way she recalled the event , she smiled , like she was recalling a happy moment.

@ofgunsxroses.

"ONCE OR TWICE?" KATYA ASKED SARCASTICALLY. "I wouldn't be surprised if we enter Narnia through a magical gate instead of the kitchen." You could almost think Anya's parents were crazy for what they did to celebrate their children's birthday.

When Katya heard about the party and that they had something big planned, she thought of a celebration in their garden with a bouncy castle or something like that. She had no idea how to celebrate birthdays but never in her life would she have thought that they would end up in Greece.

Katya lay on her back on the bed and stared at the ceiling above her. "I mean here…that's crazy. Who needs so much space?" Katya was used to smaller apartments and rooms. It wasn't that she was complaining, she was just wondering why people felt it was necessary to have so much space. "Imagine how long it takes to clean here…" Katya then muttered before turning her head to Anya and Constantine.

“DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO SKI?” KATYA THEN ASKED HER WITH A SMIRK.

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@ihadnothing.

Both of her parents had a knack for praising her whenever they got a chance. Normally she would be uncomfortable with it , but when it came to her parents , she could understand what they had been robbed. It was as much for her as it was for them.

Anya's smile grew when her mother leaned down to kiss her forehead , after admiring her daughter's work on it. She really was craft , she had only ever been used as a weapon though , not someone who made and fixed things.

❝ You're welcome. ❞ She got up from the chair , moving into the kitchen to grab a glass and head for the fridge for something to drink. ❝ I know Dad wanted t'fix it , but stuff came up so . . . Thought I'd help. ❞

Nat shook her head and kissed Anya's forehead, God she loved her kid, how had someone so good and kind come from her?

"You are an absolute marvel, you know that?" The redhead said, the locket looked good as new maybe even better because she knew her kid had gone out of their way to fix it for her.

"Thank you."

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@warwidcw.

Anya nodded, familiar when both of her parents would attempt to make what was bothering them seem not important, by simply giving short answers about it. Usually a sign they didn't really want to talk about it. She nodded, looking at her mom and rolling her lips in contemplation.

"I get nightmares too." She informed, trying to open the door of conversation about it. "Mostly missions I went on."

"Nightmare." She didn't go into detail about her time in the Russian Armed Forces very often, unless she was asked. So no one knew she had trauma from the war.

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@scinglives.

Anya knew the risks of waking her dad. But she hated seeing him like that , more than she worried about him hurting her. It wasn't like he hadn't been the one to train her , she could evade him if needed. Long enough for him to come to his senses and realize who she was. He had a point though , his nightmares weren't something to meddle with if you didn't know what you were doing.

❝ Good thing I got so good of getting out of your reach when you were trainin me. ❞ She mused , smiling and letting out a small , loving scoff when he thanked her , and going so far as to place a kiss on her forehead. ❝ You look like you're not goin t'sleep anytime soon , and I gotta study. Come cook with me , I need the energy anyhow. ❞

❛  it's okay. i've got you. you're safe now.  ❜ - to Bucky

Bucky never wanted Anya to see this side of him. The nightmares, the terrors, waking up shaking. She had been calling him out, waking up to find her holding him.

"Sorry doll." He whispered, feeling himself shaking as he tried to come back to reality as he looked in to his daughters eyes. "You know sometimes it's dangerous to wake me, what if I had --" He paused for a moment and shook his head, kissing her forehead softly. "Thank you for waking me."