Cap's Daughter

I Almost Die.... Twice

  After flying for a while my wings start to tire. I hope they don't give out. I'm slowing down now, Tony's flying up ahead of me. I lost sight of the plane thing, but Tony obviously knows where it is, he's been flying in a clear path and he doesn't seem lost. In the middle of my thoughts I feel my wings go dead tired, before I start to fall I yell,

        "Tony!" He turns around as my wings give way and I plummet face first towards New York City, which I now realize looks much different than it did in 1956. (Duh)

        I can see the top of a skyscraper, you know the kind with the pointy things on top? Great, I'm going to die a Sophia-kabob. I keep my eyes open, I don't want to die not seeing anything. It's actually beautiful, with all the people, it looks like a colony of ants moseying their way along, just going through the daily races. (A/N Mad World anyone? One of the best songs ever.) I could appreciate this beauty more if I wasn't about to die.  As I am about to hit the top of the skyscraper I close my eyes. Expecting to feel pain, then nothing. Instead, I feel something grab my foot. Tony. I open my eyes and see just how close I am to the point. Yikes, it's only about 3 feet below me. I look up, or down, depends on your angle, and smiled at Tony.

        "Took you long enough." Seriously, why did it take him so long to get to me? He's in a super-suit for crying out loud!

        "Sorry Birdie, thrusters weren't working right," he says with an edge in his voice. 

        Sorry Sir Jarvis replies

        "Yeah yeah," Tony says obviously annoyed. "Anyway!" Tony exclaims happily. Without warning, he throws me up in the air like a rag doll. I let out a little yelp and try to stay in one position. Tony catches me opening his face mask. I roll my eyes. "Let's get you out of here." Tony blasts away. After awhile, the wind blowing in my hair and whistling in my ears, slowly, lulls me to sleep.

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        I wake up in a grey room. Its pretty small, it only contains a small cot, a small metal dresser, and a chair. I look around the room, the floor is grey metal, the walls, grey metal, the doors, except for a small window, metal. Even the ceiling is metal! These guys, I assume S.H.I.E.L.D., are really precautionary. I sit up and yawn. I grimace at the bitter morning taste in my mouth. I hope I can brush my teeth somewhere. I stand up drowsily and walk over to the door. All I see out the window is a long, grey (no surprise there) corridor. I try to open the door, locked, of course. I grab the sides and try to force the door open, then think twice. I don't want it to set off an alarm or anything. So I guess I'm stuck in here for now. I look down and see I'm in grey pajamas. How did I get in these....? I shudder I don't want to think about it. I walk over to the dresser and open the top drawer. I see my red leather jacket and grey (Dark grey thank you very much. Not the grey S.H.I.E.L.D. seems to obsess over.) tank top. I open the bottom drawer and grab my blue jeans. I open the top drawer again and pull my stuff out. I open the top drawer again and grab my tank top and jacket. I wonder if there is a bathroom.... I turn around and see a (I'm really starting to hate the color grey) grey door. I walk over, curious, and try the door hoping this one will open. I hear the click of the door and sigh. I walk in and see a very very very grey bathroom complete with grey towels. They're obsessed! I swear if I see grey shampoo I'm going to go insane. 

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        After I take my shower and brush my teeth (thankfully no grey shampoo) I lay back down on my bed and wait. I don't know what happened apparently I'm a prisoner now. Which wasn't supposed to happen. Even if I do trust S.H.I.E.L.D. a bit more than before, I still don't like being kept hostage. Common sense right? They're trying to get me to trust them so they lock me in a room and make me wait here. After awhile I start to get sleepy. The EXTREME boringness of this room makes my brain hurt. I close my eyes to try to get rid of my head ache. Still lying there, I dose off.

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        I wake up what feels like about an hour later and see some one at the window of the door. Still drowsy, my eyes take there time coming into focus. When they finally do, I see.... Dad? I sit up and run over to the door trying to open it. It still won't open.

        "Dad! It's me!" I yell tears coming to my eyes. It's actually him, he's actually here. I can't believe it, and by the look on his face, neither can he.

        "Sophia! You're alive! How did you...? Hang on." He tries to open the door.

        "It's locked!" I yell through the glass. He tries to pull open the door by force. Just as he can slip his arm through, we hear a huge BANG! Dad lets go, and the door slams shut again. He turns around and holds up one finger signally for me to wait. I watch as he runs back down the corridor quickly to try to see what's going on. BANG! Another large explosion, this time right below me. Uh-oh I think as I hear creaking and the whole room breaks off. Everything is spinning and the flying thingy (this one much much bigger than the plane thingy at Stark Tower. This one looks like a Naval Air Station... but literally in the air.) Is smoking on one side. Before I come out of view of the literal Air Station, I see my dad appear at the door and scream my name. I can't hear him, but I am close enough to read his lips and the distressed expression on his face. I scream back at him, but I know it's useless. All of the sudden, something hits me on the head and I black out.