Bucky found you and took you in as a baby. He loved you like his own child and raised you as his own. You didn’t know your biological parents, but you didn’t need to. You had Bucky.

You grew older, and Bucky couldn’t help but see a resemblance between you and a man he’d once known. He always pushed the thought away, though. There was no way his child could belong to that man.

However, by the time you reached your teen years, there was no more denying it, no matter how much Bucky wanted to. You were Helmut Zemo’s child. Bucky didn’t care. After your father abandoned you as a helpless baby, you were his.

Things fell apart when Sam and Bucky broke Zemo out of prison. Zemo made a comment in front of you about how ironic it was that Bucky had taken in a Zemo. You asked what he meant and Zemo asked if you didn’t know. That was how you found out you were his.

You ran out of the hotel and Bucky went after you. He found you sitting on a bench, knees up to your chest. “Hey,” he said softly, sitting beside you. He sighed when you barely spared him a glance. “I’m sorry I never told you,” he went on after a moment.