My dearest Ally,

Your conclusion was correct and I am not dead. I made it out of the bombings alive and unharmed, so did Quincy and Peter. Colonel Moriarty told me to tell you that he wishes he could of said goodbye but was satisfied knowing you made it out alright. The people at Invicta miss you Ally, but I think it's safe to say that I miss you the most. I'm glad you left when you did because I can truly say that I can't think of a life without my best girl.

I'm being shipped out to Azzano, Italy soon. Please inform your mother that her attempt to teach me Italian failed horribly and I won't know a damn word. Maybe I'll eat a real Italian pizza in Italy if all goes well but things aren't looking good out there. Please don't be scared, I'm coming home no matter what. I haven't changed my mind about marrying you doll, it's sorta been my dream since I was nineteen.

I know you've got a big family so it'll be a big wedding but I gotta propose first Alchemy. I mean if you wanted to marry me that bad you shouldn't have waited so long to tell me! I'm kidding sweetheart but it'll happen, I promise. Quincy says that he wants to try your mother's pizza and Peter says he wouldn't mind playing a game of chess with your old man again. Only you can make a dumbass like Peter decent.
They both miss you a lot and can't wait to see you again.

When I get back, we'll talk but until then, I hope to see a letter from you soon.

The one and only,
Sargent James Barnes

Ally folded the letter and hugged it to her chest. Her nose had engulfed the delicate scent of pine and her brain flooded with pictures of him. Bucky Barnes smelt of pine, cheap drugstore cologne and the dust he would always forget to sweep. She thought of his blue eyes gleaming with laughter and his silly smirk and the way he called her doll. She had zoned out for quite awhile, thinking of him with the occasional fleeting memories. She wasn't going to cry but she did feel an ache in her heart.

She missed him.

Dear Bucky,

For the record, I did not wait that long. I was seventeen! How was I supposed to know that I'd fall madly in love with Brooklyn's very own James Buchanan Barnes? Maybe I did fall for you the first time you and Steve took me to Coney Island but I was not planning our wedding in a cheap notebook. (Don't look under my bed or you'll find all the photos I took of you while you were asleep back in '37).

I'm glad that you are safe, what would I do without my partner in crime? I read lots about Azzano, Italy in the paper. You can't tell me not to be afraid. Nazi forces have taken over most of that town and they expect you to fight all of them? We live in such a cruel place. Surely, that isn't what you want to hear. I'm sorry, I'm panicking.

Tell Peter that my father would love to see him again and that my mama would love to make Quincy one of her pizzas. Send my love to both of them.  My conclusions are always right so therefore, I am concluding that you and everyone else in the 107th will be fine in Azzano. My future fiancé is a soldier and your future fiancé is waiting at home for her soldier to return from war.

Please write back as soon as you can.

I love you,
Ally Jones

She pulled herself together and stood up from her spot on the ground. With the courageous feeling of euphoria going through her veins, she took the vial of blood she had stolen from Steve Rogers and snuck into Erskine's lab.

It wasn't easy getting his blood. While Steve had managed to stop the HYDRA agent from escaping, the last of Erskine's super serum was lost..or so everyone thought. All of Erskine's side doctors and scientists tried to see if they could clone the serum by taking Steve's blood but it seemed to be a dead end.

At least Ally had the formula. She saw how desperate HYRDA was to get ahold of the serum so she had sworn an oath to herself that she wouldn't show anyone until she knew that the serum was made correctly.

With a glint of pride in her eyes, she slid into Erskine's chair and begun to write out the list of all the things she had to do. His lab had already been rummaged through by the SSR, in hopes of finding the formula. Most of Erksine's notes were scattered and a majority of his lab was destroyed.

She was going to make this work.

The serum was a chemical solution, therefore she needed some kind of base. Having no clue what she should start with, Ally had successfully managed to blow herself a few times. According to Erskine, the serum amplified everything that is inside, strength, emotion, healing factors and so forth.

She tapped a penicil against her forehead, which was smeared with the ash from her last attempted failure. Ally then rubbed the sides of her head, dealing with a massive headache that wouldn't go away until she figured it out. She pushed herself away from Erskine's desk and grabbed a dictionary, determined to find the right method that would finish the serum.

With a small smile, she ran her finger over a certain definition. Alchemy, a philosophical and proto scientific tradition practiced throughout Europe, Egypt and Asia. It aimed to purify, mature, and perfect certain objects. It was thought to be the creation of immortality, the perfection of the human body and soul, it was believed to create a means of superior behaviour. Chemicals used within this seemingly magical method were citric acid, calamine, galena and realgar.

Her eyes widened and she slammed the dictionary on the floor, running up and grabbing the chemicals listed. She swung her jacket to the ground, sweating excitedly as she carefully applied each chemical to the super serum formula. She mixed them all in test tubes, watching the clear liquid soon turn into a blue mixture. She blinked twice, making sure she was seeing correctly. She handled the vial with extreme caution and settled it over a small flame to boil.

"I did it," she breathed out. "I actually did it!"

A blinding flash sent her across the room...there was an enormous explosion. Multiple windows had shattered and smoke began to rise to the top of the ceiling. Ally, still conscious, pushed herself up with one hand. She looked down at her cut palms and began to swear when she noticed the blue super serum mixing with her blood. Ally didn't have much time to cope with what she had just done, knowing that some form of SSR employees would be in the lab in no time.

Ally felt a massive gash on her forehead and she knew she would have to get stitches. She looked around for the rest of the vial, scrambling around on her hands and knees. As she heard incoming footsteps, she saw the half broken vial with the some of the serum still in it.

"Doctor Jones?" someone called out, causing her to scurry to the vial. "There is lots of smoke, you need to get out!"

Ally didn't reply, instead she scurried towards the vial and shakily proceeded to put the remaining serum into a new beaker.

"Doctor Jones I really don't want to arrest you for breaking into Doctor Erskine's property and vandalizing it."

Panicked, Ally stood up from her hiding spot and grasped onto the vial. "Sorry, sorry. I know I shouldn't be back here but I needed to mourn. One of his experiments went off and I just happened to be in here when it was. I think I need medical care."

"You look fine Doctor Jones, did you hit your head or something?"

Confused, Ally went to touch the gash on her head but found that it had already began to scab. Astonished, she walked away from Erskine's lab and replied. "Actually, I'll think I will be on my way now."

"If you insist. How do I explain this to headquarters?"

"Easy," she responded. "One of Erskine's stupid experiments blew up." And then she ran, she ran (unknowingly) faster than she had ever ran in her life. She turned every corner with grace and when she came to a complete stop, she hadn't even broke a sweat.

She brought the vial hidden in her hand to her face, unable to comprehend what was going on. "What have you done to me?" she whispered, looking at the blue liquid through the glass.

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She brought the vial hidden in her hand to her face, unable to comprehend what was going on. "What have you done to me?" she whispered, looking at the blue liquid through the glass.