•{Condemned}•
/kənˈdɛmd/
/Adjective/
Sentenced to a particular punishment.
She has a home. She has a family. But what happens when a ghost from her past returns? Will she throw it all away for him? Can she find it in her to forgive him?
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{29} •Battlefield•
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THEYHAD locked her in her room.
They had locker her in her room.
She had shouted a string of curse words, none of which opened the door, surprisingly. She knew her words against Bucky had been harsh. But she couldn't help them leaving her lips. But she is still mad. Even though she knows her best interests are at his heart, this kind of superior treatment made her blood boil.
Only it isn't superior treatment.
It's parental treatment.
It's treatment of a man who is doing his best to look after his surrogate daughter, the only family he has left. To do one thing right when he feels he has done so much wrong.
But Elena is a teenager. A frustrated, grounded teenager.
Sam had tried to get Bucky to see reason, he believed they needed her on the field. She knew Steve agreed, but he would never get in the way of his best friend, and truthfully, he worried about her too.
Only a few months ago she had almost died, could barely walk in a straight line. And now she is supposed to fight against an alien army?
But she can't see reason.
She can only see red.
Some of that anger may be coming from her concern for her friends, family, but she wouldn't admit that.
She clenches her jaw, standing incredibly still as she stares at the door in deep thought. She can break it. But she didn't particularly want to be on the wrong side of the King of Wakanda.
But then again, when did she ever follow the rules.
She bends her knees fractionally, leaning her torso forward as she summons the energy she desperately missed to her fingers. Pulling her shoulder blades together in anticipation before she grunts, sending two blue streaks shooting into the door, leaving a messy, singing hole in the wall.
She swallows, giving herself a curt nod of approval before she begins jogging forward, down the hall. Her body is buzzing with both power and adrenaline. She hadn't used her powers so freely since before the accident and admittedly, that scared her. She is unsure if she can control it.
She bounds down the stairs, onto the lab floor. She looks to the window, running the length of the corridor, her stomach lurching at the sight of the blood bath occurring outside her door.
