Book Two of The ShadowHunter Series!
Life was always the same for Vera. Always under someone's control. Always at war with herself.... and others.
As the war ended not the way the Avengers wanted to, Vera Barnes has to pay the consequences. Bein...
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A GROUP of eight Hellhound agents dressed in black march up to the front door of the shared cabin of me and my father.
We all stand in the living room, on edge.
Steve Rogers stands in front, willingly letting the agents take him to the dungeons.
After much talk, we finally decided it would be best for him to go first. He would see how they treat them and if it is too bad, Stevie wouldn't let us swap with him.
Of course, we still weren't very fond of the idea, but someone had to do it.
"Stay safe, Uncle Stevie!" I exclaim to his fleeting figure. He waves his hand in the air to show he received my message.
I sigh as I make my way back inside the cabin.
"So, what do we do now?" Sammy asks, plopping himself down on our sofa.
"So much has happened today, I just want to go to sleep and never wake up." I groan, closing my eyes when I lean back in my seat.
"Let's not do that. What we can do is head to our homes and rest up. It's late and I'm about ready to pass out." Uncle Tony packs all of his stuff up and heads to his home with his wife.
"That sounds great. Let's all just go home and sleep off the stress."
We rush our goodbyes, wanting to be laying on a pillow at that moment.
I sluggishly walk up the stairs and land on my bed, Maverick just after. I notice two pairs of feet coming up the stairs and figure that Nat is staying the night with my father.
I chuckle and wrap myself in the blankets. I quickly fall asleep when I close my eyes.
"Again." The trainer instructs, pushing my body to its absolute limits. I look around thirteen but we all know that I could be much older than that.
Depends on the year and when I was put in ice.
I don't show emotion when I regain my stance, and get ready to fight again.
"We need you at your absolute best. Your work has been a gift to mankind. You've shaped the century for the better. You have kept the world in order. Again!"
The man speaks the words as a compliment, but I don't take them as such.
This is just a dream- no, a memory. This isn't happening. I am safe... kinda, and at home with my father.
Not controlling my movements, but just watching from behind the eyes, I throw an unexpected punch at the agent I am up against.
I can tell that the agent is afraid, but tries not to let it show. Unfortunate for him, I can see right through him.
