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Yelizaveta && Bucky Barnes' daughter.

Mila Barnes was born in the middle of the apocalypse. Born from an unlikely relationship between Bucky Barnes and Yelizaveta Osborn. She was everything. Yeliza’s whole reason for breathing. Mila had her dad’s soft, blue eyes and her mom’s stubborn jaw, already a little sparkplug before she could even walk. Funny, bossy, so sure of herself. In ways Yeliza admired. Even when everything around them was falling apart, Mila made it feel like maybe — maybe — they could survive it.

But the world didn’t care.

Mila was only five years old when it all finally came crashing down. The symbiote war got worse, the raids more brutal. One night, another camp came for them — and when it was over, Bucky and Mila were gone. Just like that. Yeliza was left behind, with nothing but blood on her hands and a grief she has never gotten past. She doesn't want too.

SMS FROM ANONYMOUS:

cheater, cheater, pumpkin eater number one . . . was the fun worth ending your marriage? you were serving more than looks, barbie! how about those divorce papers? it's a real shame you can't call yourself a MILF now... though by a technicality, you might still qualify. baby sprouse or baby jonas? the possibilities are quite endless. aren't they?

The hot steam from the shower relaxed muscles she didn't even know were tense, she needed this. A long, scalding hot shower so she could just be and not wear the mask that she's donned on with just about everyone else. In truth, Barbara hasn't been happy for a long while. Things with her marriage started out great, as any marriage would. But as time went on, she could feel the disconnect between her and Dylan, smiles that didn't reach eyes, going to bed without any 'I love you's.' she was a prisoner in her own marriage and she hated it. So, Barbara sought out the comfort, in whatever form it came in with Nick instead. It was a whirlwind of excitement and fire and not too long after that, Barbara was filing for divorce. Not wanting to stay in a marriage where she was no longer happy. That whirlwind of excitement and fire turned to instant nerves when she found out she was pregnant, the math not giving her a clear answer as to who's baby it was - Nick's or Dylan's. The nerves were the loudest emotion she had during that time, but the small seed of excitement of being a mother was there - until it was ripped away from her, leaving her in a mess of anger and hate like she hasn't felt before. The steam is almost suffocating, but she revels in it - eyes closed as she leans her back against the shower wall. That's when she hears her phone and her jaw locks, he really did have the most awful timing ever didn't he? Pulling back the curtain, Barbara dries her hand on a throw towel before grabbing her phone and swiping up to unlock. So it wasn't Nick - this time at least. She reads the text, then rereads it again, and again almost wishing that it would just disappear. The tears, a mix of sadness at what could of been and anger for what did happen blur her vision as her throat tightens. 'Fuck the fuck off, why don't you?' She sends the quick text before tossing the phone away from her, the device landing with a thud at the bottom of her bathroom door. This charade of pretending to be okay was slowly coming undone and she fucking hated it, she hated herself for everything she lost.