Amends (Sambucky)

Chapter Nineteen

⚠️ TW: Read trigger warnings if you haven't already. Just double checking :)

"You're name is Elina Sitz, correct?"

"What do you want?" she huffed, pushing herself back in her chair.

"I just want to know a couple things, and then we'll let you go," Sam sat down across from her, part of him feeling bad, "I promise."

She rolled her eyes.

"So it's Elina Sitz, right? Married, but kept your maiden name. Planned on meeting with the powerbroker...yesterday? Correct?"

"You done your research?" Elina hummed, before turning her glance to Sharon, who stood behind Sam, propped against the wall, "And I've done mine. If you get rid of your sidekick there, I might give you something to ponder."

"She's not my-,"

"Ten minutes."

"What?"

"You get ten minutes alone, and then we do this my way," Sharon finished, walking out the room.

Despite her threat, a small smirk fell on Elina's face, she continued, "Sam Wilson, correct? Or black, Captain America, correct?"

Sam didn't react, "The meeting. With the powerbroker?"

"Oh relax, Captain. We'll get there," Elina waved him off, "I'll tell you what: you answer one of my questions, I'll answer one of yours."

Sam raised his eyebrow, "Fine."

"Okay, I hear you gave your parents a hard time, nothing like Sarah. Is that true?"

"This has nothing to do with the case," Sam stated.

"Ah ah ah, but it's my question," she grinned, "Did you give your parents a hard time?"

"A bit, yeah. What kid doesn't?" Sam brushed her off, "Now my turn. You had a meeting with the powerbroker and two other people. Who are those people?"

She didn't say anything for a moment, studying Sam's face. Then, she bit, "Elijah Coe and Harley Lynn. Now, I'll give the last one to you, but only because I phrased it wrong. This time, you give me the answer I'm looking for."

"I'm all ears," Sam gestured.

"Did your parents always know you liked it up the ass? Or did they just figure out right before they passed?"

"What the hell?" Sam pushed his seat back.

"Oh come on, Wilson, it's obvious. It's obvious in everything you do," Elina taunted, "I wonder how you found that out?"

"You're fucking sick!" Sam stood up.

"Am I? Because last I checked, that little camp you were sent to after joining that private Christian school?" Elina recalled, "I'm pretty sure they said you're the sick one."

"I'm done here!" Sam called out, rushing to get out of there as fast as he could. He tried to open the door, but it hadn't been unlocked yet, "Hey!"

"Aw, leaving so fast?" Elina faked a frown, "I didn't even get to ask about the activity room yet."

Sam froze for a moment, trying to contain the panic that eventually took over his whole body, "Hey, let me out!"

"Coach Johnson right?"

"How do you know that?!"

"You were what, twelve? What a fucking whore."

"No no no, let me out," Sam started to shake the handle.