It was around 7:30pm. It was storming a lot outside. You are a simple 15 year old kid. Three years ago, Steve and Bucky adopted you two years after they got married. Yes, you were made fun of in school for being adopted and having two dads, but you didn’t care. You’ve been bullied so much now that it was weird if you weren’t. You didn’t tell anyone of course. You were writing in your new diary that you just got since you’re old one got filled up. You were sitting on your bed in your bedroom in the compound, the only light in your room was the scented candle you lit. You were trying to drown out the sound of your dads arguing about the mission they just finished.