CHARACTERS: Steven- Prince, future king of America

Natalia/Natasha- Tsarina of Russia, future Queen of America

Steven 1st Sarah Rogers- King Queen of America

James- Baron/ and best friend of Steve

Margaret "Peggy" Rogers- Princess sister to Steve

Wanda- Princess, younger sister of Steve and James (she'll show up later)

Clint Laura Barton- royal archers and lady best friends to Natalia

Tony Pepper Stark- palace Blacksmith and curator/ Natalia's friends

Other characters will be added as they appear.

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Blood dripped from the sky. His prophecy was about to come true...

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She woke up that morning with no clue as to what her future held. She and her sisters had just finished playing ball and were now settling down to eat.

She locked eyes with Sister Helen and saw her staring back at her with wide fearful eyes. Suddenly she was frothing at the mouth and bleeding from her eyes, ears and nose. Coughing as it went on and her head dropped into her porridge.

Screams erupted and there was running.

"Protect Natalia! Take her plate away!"

"This was an assasination attempt. You will be leaving today."

"But-", she didn't want to leave.

"You were nearly killed Natalia."

"By whom?"

"Someone with ties to the Red Room no doubt. We'll find and deal with them as needed."

Hurried hoofprints sounded in the distance.

"Poor sister Helen. I didn't know-"

"That she was your taster? Ever since you stopped feeding from your mother's breast, every meal you have ever had has been tasted before it reached your lips. Natalia, your are the Tsarina of Russia."

Natalia opened her door and stepped out into the crowd of girls waiting for her. She donned the royal scarlet cloak and her golden crown. Ot was nervewracking and she did not know if she was even ready. So much was already expected of her now and she just needed a moment to breathe. But at this moment she could not.

"What if I am not ready? I do not feel ready."

"For what? To be Queen or to marry the future king of America?"

"Both. It has been so long Sister. What if the Americans no longer want me for their son, what if he no longer wants me? Also, I wanted to believe I would be able to go back to Russia. Even just one last time."

"It is not safe in Russia. You know that Natalia. There are rumors of you being alive and once your marriage to the prince is official, they will be coming for you. Russia will not be safe for you as long as the Bolshi's thrive. I am sorry Natalia. But your friends from Russia will be there. Girls you've known ypur entire life Natalia. You were not the only child of nobles/royals sent abroad. Your're nearly a woman and Steven is nearly a man. It's time."

"Guess that is better than nothing...", she muttered as she walked along to her carriage.

"He will love you Natalia."

"You know that is not what matters here. Not for people like us at least."

"But it matters to you so it matters. He is a nice young man Natalia. You know that."

"I do."

"Natalia!" She looked around for the little voice, her gaze settling on a little blonde girl.

"Yelena!" She ran to her and grabbed her into her arms.

"Be careful Natty. There are ghosts there. At the castle. Its filled with them Natty. Lookout."

"Lena. I am sure those were just rumors little one." She was going to miss this little girl most of all. She too came from Russia after her parents were killed for mounting a rebellion against the Bolshi's. Suddenly she had an idea.

"Sister Margeret!" she grabbed Yelena's hand and ran with her over to the sister.

"Yes Natalia."

"I want to take her with me."

"What? I do not think that is allowed. The Americans are only willing to accept ypu because of the fact they were friends with you parents and you now hold the key to obtaining England. They may not be willing to take in another Natalia."

"We shall see yes?" She took the child and went back to her room. When her trunk was packed, she led her back out and to the carriage.

"Come my darling Lena. We are leaving for America."

"Natty? I get to go with you?"

"Yes dear. I will not leave you." And they settled into the carriage as it pulled away from the convent.

They were on their way to their new lives...

MEAMWHILE:

THE ROYAL COURT OF AMERICA.

The French Quarter

Hurried footsteps down the carpeted stairs of the main hall.

"James!" His best friend had somehow wormed his way into his sisters heart and now here they were, at their wedding. Honestly, he could not believe it.

"Steven!"

"We have been looking for you everywhere."

"Sorry."

"No biggie. They are getting ready for our wedding. It is gonna be a mess."

"Well, I am sure Peggy will be fine. As long as she does not allow our mother to take too much control."

"Yeah. Hopefully. You know, we were gonna just elope. "

"Wait what?"

"Well, I am off! Gotta get ready before your dad tries to murder me."

"See you, ya weirdo..."

He entered the room and locked eyes with Peggy. His adopted sister with more brains than he could believe. She even wanted to be a scientist and he trultmy believed she could do it. She showed off her dress and smiled. He smiled back.

"Hey scientist. You look beautiful Pegs."

"Thanks bro. How's James holding up? Dad hasn't killed him yet has he? That'd be most unfortunate." she said the last sentence with her british accent slipping out.

"How's it going with them?"

"Oh its hell. You know they can never agree on ANYTHING! To be honest, we almost ran away and eloped. Probably would've been easier."

"Probably." They both laughed loud and she waved him on as he kissed her cheek and left her to her bridesmaids.

"Mother. Father."

"Oh! Steven!" His mother hugged him and his father just smiled.

"Are you ready?"

Both his parents wanted nothing more but for their children to be happy. And they both would rather they chose love over alliances. It just so happened that both soon-to-be spouses were wealthy and/or royalty. They were much different than what the public opinions were of them.

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

"She is bringing a child with her. I think they told me a little russian girl whose parents were killed rebelling against the Bolshis. Natalia wanted her to be brought with her instead of left behind. We didn't mind. She will however be right next to your and Natalia's chambers. I hope you two won't mind."

"Of course not. I was told of it too and think it's great."

"Well she's on her way."

Horns sounded to warn them of the the arrivals of the carriage with Natalia's ladies with another carriage making its way towards theirs.

"There's Natalia!" Laura, Pepper and Maria turned and spotted Natalia leaning out and waving to them. They waved esthusiasticly back.

Natalia got out of the carriage with a little girl grabbing her skirts.

"Oh I've missed you all so much!"

"You know you couldv'e worn jeans and a sweater and he wouldn't have minded Nat." Maria whispered to her.

"Yeah but I had to look my best M."

"Yeah for her beau Maria! Come on!"

"Hey. Who's the little cutie?" Laura asked waving and smiling at Yelena.

"This is Yelena. She came with me from the convent! Wave to them Lena." The girl waved shyly and slinked back behind Nat's skirts.

"She is adorable!"

"Her parents were apart of

"Ooh! There he is!" And sure enough, his gorgeous blonde head appeared above the rest and he stopped and stared at her. and she stared back completely lost in the blue of his eyes.

3rd p. pov

She was here. Her emerald eyes were captivating and he couldn't look away.

He walked up to her and bent at the knee taking her hand and kissing it.

"My lady." He heard a sharp intake of breath and looked up and she smiled.

"My lord."

He got off his knees and led her towards the palace, their hands never parting for even a second.

"Can you believe Peggy and James are finally getting married?!" she laughed and warmth spread throughout his body. He was a goner.

"I know! It so strange. But Steve come on, they are such a lovely couple. They'll be very happy together." They continued talking to catch up on what she had missed.

Unbeknownst to them a dark covered figure was watching them from one of the higher points of the palace. Her face was covered on a dirty burlap sack with holes cut out for the eyes and a mouth stiched across...

She had been thrown away because she was ruined and unworthy.

She watched as the royals and nobles made their way inside and vowed to destroy their happiness like they did hers.