ᗩᒪᒪ ᗩᑭᗩᖇT Oᖴ Tᕼᙓ ᑭᒪᗩᑎ|| ᙏᗩᖇᐯᙓᒪ ᙅᗩST IᙏᗩᘜIᑎᙓS, Tᙓ᙭TS, ᗩᑎᗪ ᙓTᙅ

Fαʅƈσɳ αɳԃ Tԋҽ Wιɳƚҽɾ Sσʅԃιҽɾ- Tԋҽ Pαʂƚ ιʂ Aʅɯαყʂ Pαιɳϝυʅ Eρι.9

Previously,

"Let me go!!"

"It looks like there's more to our new friend, Sam." Walker smiles.

"Don't kill her!"

"Got her!" Sharon shouts.

"I've never seen her like this."

"It'll be better if I showed you..." Sharon sighs.

Avengers Compound,

I walk into our home. A home that I haven't been in a long time...Since Steve died. I look over at Sam and I think he feels the same way.

I carry Y\N over to the medical bed. Peter comes downstairs and greets us. The kid looks pretty good for someone who is turning nineteen sometime this week.

"Hey, guys...Whos this?"

"Even though you should be upstairs...This is Y\N Oliva Rogers."

His eyes opened widely. He jumps up and down in excitement.

"Is that actually her?"

"Why, a big fan of her?" I tease.

"N-n-no...Anyway, is that John Walker guy still Captain America?"

"Nope." Sam smiles and shows the shield.

"Wow! Well, I expected it to be Bucky but Wow!!"

I laugh and Sam mumbled under his breath something rude. I roll my eyes and keep heading towards the medical bed.

"Aye, Sharon! Where do we put her?"

Sharon looks back and points. " Right there. We need space to put the files remember?"

"Hey give that back!!!"

I look over and I see John messing with Peter, so I stomp over there.

"John, leave Peter alone."

"He's just a kid what's he going to do?"

I smile and nod at Peter. He smiles back and webs John to the wall with a web-like tape on his mouth.

"Tony would be proud."

He smiles. " Yeah...He would be."

It took Walker at least 35 minutes for him to get out of that web. I laughed and looked over to Sharon and Sam.

"So what's the news you wanted to show us, Sharon?"

Sharon hander us the files of Y\N. " I don't see what's the difference between looking at these files than others."

"Just read them-"

"Out loud?" Sam smirked.

"Yes."

"Y\N Oliva Rogers, American Dream; Alive. Birthdate; 6/10/2012. Blah Blah Blah, Daughter of Captain America." Sam reads.

"Classified Blackout project, Subject 0280...Y\N Oliva Rogers?!"

Sam comes over and looks at the rest of the file.

"Increase Anger ✅  Increase stamina ✅ Magical Or Witch: Unknown, Anger or Past issues ✅  Anxiety or cause of sadness: None. The project failed or succeed?; Succeed." 

I look down and wipe a cold tear from my eye. I look at the name on the file and right under Y\N's name was Hydra.

I slammed my knuckles on the table. I think I chipped half of the edge. Sam looks at me and sees that I need some space.