The Other Rogers

Chapter 22

Bucky laid on a cot next to the bed Anya was in. It had been several hours since Shuri demanded everyone had a rest, but the man still refused to leave her side. Steve had joined him and was on the other side of his twin. Neither spoke, both lost in their own worlds. There wasn't much to say, Anya was alive again but didn't remember anything past the ambush on the camp she was at.

Steve had fallen asleep hours before, but Bucky couldn't help getting up and walking over to the edge of Anya's bed, his hand hunting for one of hers.

Brushing away the tears, he laid down and prayed for a dreamless sleep. His mind instantly took him back to Nineteen Ninety-one.

He was taken out of cryostasis for the assassination of Howard Stark. He had left the holding cell and found the medical lab just off to the side of the building. Standing with her back to him, was his Ангел walking around the room, biting on her nails. He still hadn't, despite the decades, gotten used to her beauty. Why would a beautiful woman like that stay in this place and willingly work with him.

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With waiting for some interaction, the years passed on very slowly for Anya. She laid on her cot, staring at the ceiling, using her magic to create fairy-lights. Anyone who walked past her cell would yell at her to knock it off, but the woman ignored them every time.

There had been points where the guards had dribbled that much shit, the higher ups had been forced to come down and see her. When they had seen she was just using her magic to liven up her room; they always left dragging the soon-to-be-dead agent or agents with them.

Decades passed and the only thing allowing her that life-changing news when was she saw how badly those who survived had aged. The Russian agent whose name she could never remember died and another one was brought in.

This one scared her; he was cruel and plain disgusting. He had on many occasions tried to get her into his bed; but would never get his wish because suddenly he would change his mind. Alois Müller was a despicable man, one who should never be allowed to enter the gene pool.

Alois left her alone until it was time for the Soldier to eliminate yet another soul. This time, it was someone that Anya had known. Howard Stark: the duo had spent many hours helping Doctor Erskine with his formula; he had also helped her with her creation. To hear that she was prepping the man she loved to kill an old friend, sent her stomach in turmoil.

She couldn't get her thoughts collected, so the Soldier wasn't out on time. Alois instantly thought it was the Soldier who was at fault; after all it couldn't have been a woman who knew the only reason why she was still alive was because it would have been a waste of powers.

The man flew at the Soldier who stood still, spit flying out of his mouth, coating his beard. The stubby man's fist reared back and landed on the taller man's cheek.

This angered Anya, who threw everyone in the room backwards, her powers escalating. Sneaking up behind the foul German, she used her magic to form a rope around the man's neck.

Snarling in his hair, she screamed at him, "Du wirst den Tag bereuen, an dem du geboren wurdest, du Bastard. Dieser Mann hat genug unter deinen Händen gelitten, jetzt ist es Zeit für dich, unter meinen zu leiden."

Twisting the man's head, the room flinched at the echoes of his neck snapping. Alois' dead body fell at a scientist's feet causing the man to scream. Anyone left in the room ended up dead at Anya's feet. Anyone and everyone but the Soldier.