ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ || 𝟙

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 6

She winced as the tip of her fingers made contact with the angry, growing bump on her head. It was tender and hurt like hell but at least it wasn't bleeding. She hoped like hell that she didn't have a concussion. 

Stupid Spider-Man.

As soon as he had gotten over the shock of her name, he had delivered a blow to the head that knocked her out cold, an opportunity he had, only because she had been literally gift-wrapped. By the time she came to, she had been tossed into a cell and stripped of her tech and firearms.

Although it hurt to look up, she forced herself to glare at the microscopic camera in the top right corner of the cuboid shaped cell she was in.

"I know you can hear me. Let. Me. Out." she growled as menacingly as she could, before delivering a quick roundhouse kick to the glass which thumped dully. Obviously, she knew that there was no way she could break the glass by sheer force alone, in the state she was in. It was merely a show-off tactic, designed to make her captors more intimated of her. Knowledge bubbled up within her as she examined her options.

One.

Given her gender and slight stature, she could always fall back to acting like the supposedly scared little girl that everyone assumed she was as soon as they laid eyes on her. It was always amusing and gratifying for that confidence to turn into fear and shock when she held a knife to their screaming throat later.

Two.

Play to their thoughts. Exaggerate herself. Make her seem like a much bigger threat, instilling fear in the ones that held her captive. Sometimes, fear and anticipation were better killers than guns or grenades.

Seeing as option one was pretty much tossed out of the window, option two it was.

Tirelessly, she pretended to rain blows upon the glass, keeping up the act, hoping he was watching.

--

"She said she's who?" Happy gawked as he and Peter monitored the live camera footage that was broadcasted on the largest screen of the room.

"Apparently, her last name is Rogers," Peter muttered, still mentally reeling from the encounter.

"That's literally impossible," came a voice from the holograph on the right. "Steve never fathered any children before he returned the Infinity Stones." Bucky Barnes said, hand running through his newly shorn hair just as gobsmacked at the thought of his best friend being a father.

"I was by Cap's side almost constantly when we started out," Sam's holograph looked up half in awe, half in confusion. "If he had a kid, well he sure as hell didn't tell me about it and he hid it pretty damn well. Look at her, she's what... about your age?" he turned to Peter, eyeing him up and down. "There is no way that Steve could have had a daughter who's that old and none of us knew about it."

"What about when he was on the run? I know he travelled with Natasha for a length of time before the Blip." Pepper suggested.