brooklyn - steve rogers. / captain america.

seventeen.

steve rogers
chapter seventeen
june 27, 2013

"steve, no!" natasha yelled at me as i ran towards ana, who was being held in a confined glass box.

i feel natasha and sam both grab each of my arm.

"rogers! you know you can't," sam yelled, i stop in my tracks and pull my arms out of there grasp.

"it's been months! all they've done is treat her like a lab rat! we're no better than any of those guys in norway, she burned that place to the ground because they wanted her mind. we know what she can do now. they overwork her everyday until her mind can't handle it. she doesn't even know about ultron and we need her," i yell out of frustration.

they both have quiet faces but nod.

"yeah, okay. you're right. we need her but steve are you really willing to have that blood on your hands? what if something goes wrong?" natasha asks, stepping closer.

"natasha, i was the one who put her in there," i point,"she's terrified. i need to make it right."

i look at sam and he shook his head.

"she could be dangerous," he says lowly, i sigh and look back at natasha.

"they won't even let me talk to her!" i yell out of frustration, and they both have guilty faces.

 "steve, it's what's best for her," natasha tries to comfort, sam agreed by nodding his head.

"we don't even know what she's capable of, she doesn't even know what she's capable of," sam notes.

"look, we get it. it's hard, but we have so much on our plates right now. we do not have to add this to our load," natasha sighs and placed a soft hand on my arm.

i pull back and take a few steps back.

"i don't understand how you could have that mentality. both bucky and anastasia have been in their for months-"

"with proper treatment, rogers. you can't help them, the trauma they've experienced and the strength they hold is beyond human. they have experts who can help them," sam reasons with me.

"whatever, we still need to figure out about the super twins," i mutter, walking away from both of them.

i can feel them watching me as i walk towards the exit.

anastasia must be going crazy in there.

i walk out of the unit and into the corridor, leaving my two friends behind.

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i sit on the rooftop of anastasia's brooklyn apartment and see the small park where we used to play ball together, bucky, ana, and i. of course she was adaline then. 

apr. 24, 1937 ➵➵➵

"addy! you can't keep throwing the same pitch, that's why he keeps winning," i yell from behind home plate to adaline

"you ever think i'm just that good," bucky turns around and teases me.

he rounds up the bat and addy lets her shoulders down.

"shut up, rogers, and just play!" she yells from the pitching mound.

she puts her hand in the glove and bends her knees, before standing straight and throwing the ball to me. 

bucky swings and misses.

"bullshit," bucky mutter.

"ha!" i hear adaline cheer," you owe me ice cream, that was the deal, barnes!"