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Nightingale. For the longest time that's a...
"Why are you getting questioned so much?" Christian asked me.
"You would never understand."
"So what if I don't. We shouldn't just shut each other out, Alli." Christian said, looking me in the eyes.
"Fine! You wanna know!"
Christian nodded his head.
"Fine! I'm the daughter of Captain America and Shield founder Margret Carter!" Tears rushed down my face. "I was an assassin! The Nightingale! I was born December 16th, 1945 right after Captain America went into the ice! I went into the ice when I was six, in 1951! I was found by Hydra! I was trained by Hydra! I was trained by the Winter Soldier! I eventually worked for Shield and changed my name! I lived across the hall from my Dad when I lived in DC! I lived in DC with my Cousin! Who I now hate because she likes my Dad! I got caught again by Hydra and became the Nightingale again! The whole world knows who I am! I hack everything I can. I don't listen to my dad. I try to parent myself! I lie! I messed up!" Tears rolled down my face.
Everything that was inside of me came out right there and then. Purple mist came out of me as my knees buckled. I started to scream like I did when Peter and Nat tried to calm me down over going to school. Christian caught me and gave me a hug.
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"I'm sorry." He said.
Tears fell.
"Wait, you said nothing else about your mom." He said.
"She's dying." I cried.
"I'm sorry, Allis."
"How didn't you know who I am?" I asked through tears.
"I haven't been on the media in 2 years or even touched an electronic." I gave him a questioning look.
"I don't understand."
"I'm only at camp for community service hours!" He said.
"So what you like got in a fight at school?" I asked.
"No."
"Then what did you do?" I asked, kinda backing away.
"My sister claimed I killed my friend. I only moved to New York because the program I was in is full." He said.
I couldn't speak.
"Did you?" He looked at me, "did you kill your friend?"
"No." He said, looking me directly in the eyes.
"Then why are you in the program?" I asked.
"Because I have a bitchy sister." He said.
"I know what it's like to have an enemy like that." I said, shrugging my shoulders.
