Виолетта / ˈvī(ə)lət
violetta / violet
1. a stunningly beautiful girl. She's a sweet girl, but a feisty one, who makes sure she gets what she wants. She's a crazy being, that's fast, smart, and brave. She isn't afraid of anything.
2. a blueish-purp...
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Avengers Tower Manhattan, New York July 2014
Iola sat in the glass encased room, now provided with a bed and a shelf of books. The team had decided that she would need to stay there whilst they tried to find a reliable psychologist to carry out an analysis to see if she was fully back to her original self.
She lay on her back staring at the ceiling, one arm under her head, the other settled across her stomach.
"Is the cage really necessary?" She called out to no one in particular.
She knew they could hear her, but she only had herself for her own entertainment.
The sound of a door closing pulled her from her thoughts.
Steve walked into the room, coming to a stop a few metres away from her holding cell.
She didn't move from her current positioning, rather contempt where she lay.
"Well, well, I have a visitor," She spoke, a smile breaking out over her lips.
Steve merely rolled his eyes.
"Does Bucky have the same cell as I do?" She questioned, moving her arm from her stomach to pick up the plastic cup that once held water from the floor. She began to throw the cup into the air and catch it.
Steve felt himself freeze. He didn't answer her.
"Ah," She drew out. She clicked her tongue off of her teeth.
"He's not here is he?"
Steve crossed his arms across his chest, his jaw clenching. She stopped tossing the cup. She was met with silence.
Iola felt the smile fall slightly. Deep down she knew he wasn't here, but part of her wished he was. He deserved what she had. She hoped that he got away after Washington, but she had no way of knowing. HYDRA could have him for all she knew.
She pushed her feelings to the side and sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed, facing Steve.
"Any reason for your visit, Captain?" She spoke, letting the taunting smile return to her lips.
Steve simply met her mischievous smirk with a cold glare.
Iola let out a cold laugh.
"Are you just not going to speak? You came to me, love."
Iola stood and waltzed over to the glass, much closer to the Captain now. She let her finger gently touch against the glass, sending a ripple across the wall. It wasn't real glass, merely a reflection of the outside, a force field of atoms to prevent her escaping.
Steve stared at the girl in front of him. He felt guilty for judging her, he also felt anger towards her that she was here and Bucky wasn't.
Natasha said that they tried looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found.
