A girl out of time

Five - Alone, but not really

December - two months. Nothing happened, Christmas came and went but nothing changed. I read the books in the room but never really had anybody to talk to. I sang quietly to myself during the long nights and tried my best not to cry by thinking of my friends. Friends from the war and from a time when my life was simpler. I wasn't showing just yet but I still spoke to the baby when I felt truly alone. It was the only thing keeping me sane, knowing that I wasn't really alone that there was someone with me. 

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January - three months. Newyears was a pleasant change. The guards all had some time off so I didn't have the feeling of being watched as much as I did when they were outside my door. I practiced my powers more and more. They were getting stronger and I was controlling them better. I had a small baby bump but nothing too noticeable. I was talking to her, I decided that it was a her but I'd find out for sure next month. I knew she was still too small to hear me but she was the only thing I had.

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February - four months. I was right. My baby was a little girl. After being stuck in this room for like three months I finished all the books. I decided to start telling my little girl stories about her family.  I told her about her grandparents, the stories from when I was young. About her uncles, my two brothers. Her aunt, my sister Rebecca who died during the war. That was this month's tails about my family and how much I missed them. This little girl would never meet them but she would know them and who they were to me. 

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March - five months. It was odd not being with my brother on his birthday. I sang to myself for him knowing that he was somewhere out there. I told my baby girl about the other people she would know. About her aunt Peggy who was my best friend. About uncle steve who was like another older brother to me and how he was going to spoil her. Also about her dad. Just the stuff I knew from him, not what HYDRA told me. How he was going to love her if he ever found out about her. Most importantly I told her about myself and that I would never let the bad people take her. 

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April - six months. Five months in solitary was starting to get to me. Sure I had my little girl but that wasn't the same as having someone to talk to. I had almost run out of stories about her family to tell. I was getting bigger and my patience was getting lower so to calm myself I decorated the room. There were vines on the walls with flowers here and there. It was something to pass the time. I also discovered that if I focused I could produce some fruits. Which was vital because I'd been craving blueberry for goodness knows how long.

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May - seven months. The beginning of the month was normal just me, myself, and I with our little girl. All alone in a cell. Round the end, though I could tell something was happening. The guards were getting a bit fidgety for a couple of days and they had extra people everywhere. When nothing happened for the rest of the week the extras were removed and things went back to normal. It was odd but I brushed it off as some wacky HYDRA stunt. 

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June - eight months. Two weeks after the pulling out of the extra guards I was woken up by an explosion. I was pissed! Someone was blowing shit up in the middle of the night right when I had actually been able to sleep. After the rage wore off I realized that the guards were missing. That could only mean that the base was under attack, also meaning that if this place came down I'd be trapped here to die. 

I sat on the floor leaning my head back against the bed, hugging my swollen stomach. I closed my eyes to block out what was happening around me and begun to sing the lullaby Jamesie taught me. "Когда моря накатываются, Когда звезды сияют ясно," I sang softly like James used to do. Not fast and jerky like the guards sometimes do, but slowly and smoothly like my big brother. 

I continued to sing as the door was blown open, my eyes still tightly closed and arms protectively around my middle. I could feel the tears on my cheeks. "Когда призраки воют рядом, Когда мы поем русскую колыбельную." I knew there was someone next to me but I couldn't tell who. "Ночью, ночью." I choked on my sobs and tried to sing the next line but I made no sound.

"Давайте вместе отправимся на возвышенность" I stopped trying to sing. Slowly I looked up to the person crouching in front of me. He sang just as I remembered slow and smooth. I reached up and touched his face just to make sure he was really here. When my hand met his cheek I cried harder and hugged him. "You came back!" I mumbled into his shoulder. 

He hugged me back gently. "Of course I came back for your flower."  I smiled at the old nickname. "Sorry to ruin this little reunion but we gotta go. Like now." That came from another familiar voice. Looking over I saw Stevie in his Captain America uniform complete with the shield. "Good to see you too Stevie," I said all tears gone for good. 

He smiled at me. "Sorry Jazzy, I'll give you a hug once we get you out of this hell hole." I smiled that was just like him. James sniggered. "Watch your language punk." Steve huffed and walked out. Jamesie helped me up and we followed. I smiled to myself 'I have my boys back.' 

Wow, another chapter. I just did some cooking for Aus day tomorrow. Made some tart shells out of biscuits. They be tasting good. I actually got this chapter done which is surprising because I've been cooking all day.

- Em out