Second Sphere

Throne

"You haven't once said his name." Dr. Raynor interrupts my retelling.

I sigh, "I didn't know it then. He just became soldier, my soldier." I said that last part softly.

Dr. Raynor raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything about it. "So when did you learn his name Magdalene?"

"Not until I had been rescued from hydra. Before that every mission we went on was just soldier." I pick at the hem of my jeans some more.

"So if you called him soldier what did they call you?" Dr. Raynor asks.

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"Do you know dear fräulein, what a throne is?" Zola asks while watching the soldier train.

"A place for a king to sit on." I say absent minded, Zola liked to wax whatever philosophy he felt like to me whenever. A lot of it I just tuned out.

"Yes. But no. In theology, a throne was an angel from the first sphere or circle. There are three in total, spheres that is. There are seraphims, cherubims, and thrones. Seraphim they were burning beings with six wings, but useless only singing the praises of god." He chuckles at this, "I did want to give you six wings but," he looks at me in disgust. "your frail body could only handle two. However, that is not the issue at hand. Cherubim were monstrous beasts, four heads, wings covered with eyes, the body of a lion, and hooves like oxen. These were guardians, also not what we needed-"

I cut him off, "What does this have to do with anything?"

"ah ah ah fräulein, you wouldn't want your soldier to be hurt again on your account. He has been electrocuted so many times thanks to you, it's a miracle he is even still standing." He looks at me with a sinister smile before continuing. "The third of the first sphere, those are thrones. Celestial beings in which the creator uses to deliver his justice. You, and your little winter soldier over there are thrones. Although you are the closest we have achieved to a celestial being. You are our throne. As hydra shapes a new world you and the winter soldier will deliver our justice and shape the new world. You are no longer Magdalene, although that was a lucky namesake for you, you're almost a saint. Now you are just Throne."

From then on that's all I was a throne. Missions would begin the same. I would be dressed up in finer dresses than I had ever seen and given swords which we would set ablaze and then I would fly down on whatever town or place we were sent as a sign, an omen of judgement and death. Then it was up to the soldier to do the dirty work. Sometimes I would fight along side him, but mostly I was a shield to block any damage he could not fend off. Well that and use my other discovered talent. Weapons or objects could be stored and pulled from me. We didn't know how it worked but it was similar to another dimension, it seemed to be that's where my wings would end up when I would retract them. The only difference was that my wings would cause pain while this didn't. I was an on the move armory.

We only ever found out about it when during a training session when a sword went through my chest and disappeared. This of course fascinated Zola, who proceeded to see how much I could fit and figure out a way to retrieve it. Cutting me open during surgery revealed nothing. But soldier stepped forward. Told me to release the sword and without any hesitation shoved his hand into my chest and was able to pull out the sword or anything else that had been previously stored. What started as an unconscious way to protect myself turned into a conscious action. And our teaming became unstoppable.