brooklyn - steve rogers. / captain america.

eighteen.

anastasia presley james
chapter eighteen
aug. 4, 2013

"you've made a lot of progress, anastasia," my trainer, kat, cheers,"you've pretty much mastered your telekinesis and your flying, but the energy you create, is still something we're not fully aware of. we still don't know where it came from."

i nod at her concerned words, she scribbles in her note pad and closed the book it was in.

"well, see you tomorrow," she smiles and turns away, towards the door.

"kat?" i call out, she turns around and raises her eyebrows,"do you know what day it is?"

"oh, it's the fourth of august and between you and i, i think special agent," referring to agent coulson,"is going to give you some special privileges."

she winks playfully and walks out of my glorified prison cell. it's better than the pod box i was in before, that was to keep me from using my telekinesis and to get a psychological review.

we've been living in these for the past few weeks, i'm guessing they're new due to the high tech and the fact that the walls are designed with high amounts of microwaves to corrupt my powers of both reading/altering minds and moving things without touching them.

the best thing is that the walls can turn transparent when we want, and bucky is besides me. the cells are bigger than my apartment.

speaking about my apartment, from what kat told me agent fury took in rigo. guess the guy's got  a thing for cats.

i hear the tap on the window and i knock on it, the window clearing so i can see bucky.

"hey, princess," he smiles, seated on the ground with the same uniform we've worn for the past few months. pale yellow linen scrubs.

"hey, bucky."

"don't frown, it's a new day, we're alive," he tries to comfort me and i shake my head.   

"something's wrong, i can feel it. it's not a dark hex feeling it's an intuitive gut feeling," i sigh and sit on the floor, facing him.

he places a hand on the glass and i press mine on the other side of the glass. i look at the glass between our hands and bite back the frustration, my telekinesis gets powerful when i'm angry.  

"dark hex?" he asks, and i shrug.

"something i came up with for my powers, i mean what else would you call it?"

"isn't hex like a witch thing?" he pushes and i put my hands in my lap, leaning my forehead on the glass.

"you got a cool name, let me have a cool super power name," i let out a deep breath and he looked at me, i could feel it," what, james?"

"you're lucky you're pretty-"

"or what? you're going to fight me? i think i could take you," i tease playfully, and he shook his head with a wide grin.

"i'm kidding," i continue," but seriously. the winter soldier, sounds," i look up and think.

"sounds what?" bucky asks, and i shrug.

"kinda sexy," i chuckle and he laughs loudly.

"no way i just got the baby of our group to say sexy, when did you grow up?" he plays and i shake my head.

"i've been grown up for a long time," i smile, my energy lowering down.

he throws his head in his hands and rubs his face.

"we should ask for a game or something, or a tv. man, can't believe i'm missing out on the baseball season," he mutters to himself, but loudly enough so i can hear.