The Other Rogers

Chapter 27

Anya walked behind Steve who followed Fury into a hospital. They were in Washington DC and Anya didn't know what they were doing.

Why did the pirate want them in their uniform to see someone in a hospital.

She felt James stand close to her, his hand grabbing her metal one as they walked towards the elevator. She smiled back at him and her heart fluttered at the sight of his return smile.

Looking back at Steve she watched as his back straightened and tensed. With her flesh hand, she pulled her brother back, so he was walking with them.

He turned around and bent down slightly to whisper, "Hey everything is fine. I know who we are visiting." Squeezing her hand, he kept walking, dragging them with him.

Anya didn't want to go, she started to freak out seeing the nurses hustle and bustle about. Her breathing quickened and her skin felt clammy in Steve's grasp.

She started shaking her head and tried to pull out of Steve's grip, but her brother didn't notice.

"You ok Doll?" James whispered to her, his lips brushing her ear.

Anya shook her head, feeling unwell as dots covered her eyes. She felt like she was going to faint. "I can't be here. There are nurses everywhere."

James cursed under his breath and called out to Steve. "Pal, Anya needs help for a second."

Steve froze and turned back. His face paled at the sight of his sister struggling. He helped her sit down with her back against the wall. "What is it Sis?"

Anya panted, her head spinning. She couldn't answer, her mouth wasn't working.

James sighed and turned to face Steve, his hand resting on her knee. "It's being in a hospital again. There are nurses everywhere here Steve, she cannot handle it."

Exhaling, Steve nodded, "She needs this though Bucky. So, do you."

James shook his head, "I doubt whatever this is, is worth putting your sister though emotional turmoil."

Steve looked back to where Fury was waiting for them. "Trust me, it is. Maybe hold her?" With that he walked away, deciding to wait with Fury.

James growled in frustration, "I swear to god, he would never have been like this before the war."

Anya nodded, "Just hold me. We'll do whatever Stevie and the гребаный глупый пират want us to do. Then we can go, go anywhere you want. May it be back to Wakanda, or maybe even back to Brooklyn."

James smiled at her as he eased his arm under her knees and behind her back, lifting her up into the warmth of his chest. "You are amazing you know that Doll."

She smiled and laughed shaking her head, "No I am not. I am just someone who wants the best life for you James."

He stared at her with such love and admiration that her heart swelled and pulsed. "What about the life you deserve?"

She looked away her eyes down-casted, "I do not deserve such a life. You do James, I will be damn sure to make sure you get it."

Not willing to argue with her, he nodded and together they joined Steve and Fury. Neither of them paid attention to the lovers; trapped in their own minds.

Anya and James stayed quiet as the group of the four arrived on level ten and Fury led them out and down the corridor till, they came to a room.

Lying in bed was a frail looking woman who had light grey hair and brown eyes which stared at several photographs on her bedside table.