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They say looks can kill and I might tryI don't dress for womenI don't dress for menLately I've been dressing for revenge-Vigilante Shit, Taylor Swift

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They say looks can kill and I might try
I don't dress for women
I don't dress for men
Lately I've been dressing for revenge
-Vigilante Shit, Taylor Swift

They say looks can kill and I might tryI don't dress for womenI don't dress for menLately I've been dressing for revenge-Vigilante Shit, Taylor Swift

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April 27th 2013
The United States Capitol, Washington D.C

"Do you solemnly swear to tell the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth?" the bailiff asks as I stand with my hand resting on the bible.

"I do."

Cameras flash non-stop just as they have my whole life, whilst I walk to my seat at the curved table. Each and every one of the most likely corrupted government officials before me glares at me and I glare right back.

"Why haven't we yet heard from Captain Rogers?" the committee general asks.

"I think with the eighty years of service he's put in for our country, he's entitled to a break." I joke, to a horrible reception, "I can get our message across the same as him."

"And what of Miss Romanoff?"

"I don't know what there is left for any of us to say. I think the wreck in the middle of the Potomac made our point fairly eloquently."

"And what is the point you're trying to make? The message you're trying to get across?"

I raise an unimpressed eyebrow and shrug, "Sorry not sorry, I guess. What do you want me to do? Grovel at your feet and cry apologies for freeing this country from HYDRA's leash?"

"Well, you could explain how this country's expected to maintain its national security now that he and you have laid waste to our intelligence apparatus."

"HYDRA was selling you lies, not intelligence." I tell them, scoffing a little, "Though, as a senator, I'm not all that surprised you don't know the difference."

"Many of these 'lies', you and those you surround yourself with seem to have had a personal hand in telling."

Another man sits forward, "Miss Stark, you should know that there are some on this committee who feel, given the damages you have caused, not only in D.C and Miami, but across the country over the past five years, that you belong in a penitentiary, not mouthing off on Capitol Hill."

"Believe me, this is nowhere near mouthing off." I smirk, before sitting back in my seat and running my tongue along my teeth smugly, "Go on then- arrest me. I dare you. You're not gonna put me in a prison. You're not gonna put any of us in a prison." I lean forward and rest my hand in my chin, tilting my head, amused, "You know why?"

"Do enlighten us."

"Because you need me. You need us. New York wasn't our fault and I don't even want to imagine where you'd be without us saving all your asses. Yes, the world is a vulnerable place, and yes, we helped make it that way. But so did you. So did the people down there, walking the streets." I say, signalling out the window, "So did everyone in this world. So did generations before us." I think back to Fury's world at the start of this whole fiasco, "We take the world as it is not as we'd like it to be. And as flawed as it is, we're the ones best qualified to defend it. So if you want to arrest me, arrest me. I'm not stopping 'ya. Look for a big 'A' plastered in the sky. You'll know where to find me." then I think back to my father's words from what feels like a lifetime ago, "I'll leave the door unlocked." with that, I stand up and begin to make my way through the bewildered crowd of journalists and government officials. One last thought comes to me, "But you won't arrest me." I say, glancing back to them, "You won't arrest me because you need me. This country needs me. I'm America's sweetheart."










A message from the author:OMG, she said the name of the book! Hope you all had a good day! Remember to vote and comment! See you all next chapter! (;

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A message from the author:
OMG, she said the name of the book! Hope you all had a good day! Remember to vote and comment! See you all next chapter! (;

- Hannah xoxo

Word count: 632

Date published: April 12th, 2023

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