brooklyn - steve rogers. / captain america.

four.

anastasia presley james
chapter four 
feb. 1, 2013

everything from 1990 up until this very moment is right before my eyes. the '30s were much more pleasant, no one knew of you unless you wanted to be known.

"no disrespect, tony. serena was running from the second i got here. don't worry, this was the only thing i wanted. i won't snake you and take anything else, i apologize for the execution but my intentions were nothing but good," his jaw clenches and he nods. everyones faces are full of slight shock, except thor. he looks quite entertained which sends a sense of relief over my body.

"it's like a light show," thor comments, he looks over the room and smiles awkwardly,"i'll go get my refill."

he walks away and i look back at tony with a look of remorse. he takes a deep breath and relaxes his shoulders. i can see steve in the corner of my eye, he's probably the most nervous in the room.

"how fair is it for all of you to know so much about me? or is stark the only one is half aware?" with every word i say, every person exchanges a confused look to one another. steve and tony excluded.

"this is what i get for asking a question," sam says under his breath but we all could hear, his head hung low and his elbows rested on his knees.

"well, what would you like to know. the files are here," i smile bitterly and roll my eyes.

"anastasia, it's not personal. if we wanted to make friends, we wouldn't be in this line of work. we all have files, it's not up to us. it's s.h.i.e.l.d. not us," natasha's words helped me relax a little more. 

bruce and natasha were side by side and bruce put a warning hand on her shoulder. 

they think i'm dangerous.

"how did you do it?"

everyones attentions shifts from natasha to tony. my eyebrows furrowed with confusion as i sat down in a barstool chair.

"how did you create, whatever you call her, sabrina? how?"

as soon as the question settles in, i nod as an okay and everyones eyes are on me. his eyes on me make it hard to breathe, or even think. 

he left you behind, don't set yourself up for disappointment when he leaves again. no attachment.

"well, it's complicated. i was never a born genius, i mean i was smart but it wasn't until i woke up in a random hospital in norway did i realize everything i once was, was completely heightened. smart was brilliant, weak was strong, good was great, bad was worse, hurt was pain, love was- well, its consuming. everything you could imagine, multiply it by the biggest number you could think of, and then double that."

"how long were you out for?" sam asks, and i send him a small smile.

"serena?"

tony looks at me and his eyes darkened, not a fan of his spotlight being stolen.

"thirty-eight years, mr. wilson."

"only a fraction of what good ol' captain america had," i said sarcastically and then crossed my legs, leaning in.

"look, i'm sorry to steal the show but it's still leaves a lot of questions unanswered," bruce steps up and i bite down on my lip contemplating if i should be an open book or stay a person of question.

steve looks at me, as everyone else is. thor rejoins the group and he sits down next to sam. 

i let out a breath i was not aware i had been keeping in and i got up from where i had been sitting.