Father's Enemy {A Captain America's Daughter fanfic}

Chapter Six

"Warum hast du ihr zu leben?" (Why did you let her live?) the German man said vehemently at "Albert."

"Sie hinterfragen Sie mich nicht! Ich weiß, was ich tue!" (Do not question me! I know what I am doing!) He retorted angrily.

"Sie wachsen weich!" (You are going soft!) he pointed angrily at him.

This made "Albert" angry. He clenched and unclenched his fists. "Was hast du gesagt?" (What did you say?)

"Ich sagte: Ihr wachsendes weich!" (I said, you are growing soft) The man was treading on dangerous ground. Not many could tell "Albert" that he was soft and live to tell the tale. "Albert" began to shake with rage. The man instantly regretted his outburst. "Albert" slammed his fist into the other man's jaw. He fell to the floor.

"Von nun an den Sie sich erinnern Sie zu platzieren." (From now on you will remember your place.)

"Ja, Herr Shmidt," the man stood shakily.

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Catalina balanced carefully on the edge of the medical berth she was on. Everything in her body just hurt. Her side hurt the worst however and because of this it had taken her almost half an hour just to get positioned. She had carefully surveyed her surrounding to locate her weapons and tech but they were not within sight. The room only contained necessary medical equipment. She wasn't surprised she doubted that the man called "Albert" would leave weapons with a dangerous agent. Well, she wasn't so dangerous at the moment. She slowly started to slid off the medical berth. She gritted her teeth as her side started to tell her 'don't do that it's gonna hurt.' She ignore the warnings however and slowly put both feet on the ground. She clutched the edge of the table trying to keep her balance. She managed to accomplish that much and proceeded with taking a step forward. Her side complained at her but she could bare the pain. She took another step and then another. She let go of the table and lunged for the next solid surface. She felt her knees buckle and she felt faint. She held tightly onto the tray until the dizziness passed. She continued to hold herself up using anything solid. The door hissed open as she approached it. She wondered why it wasn't locked. They probably hadn't anticipated her getting up. She had inherited her fathers heeling factor making her strong faster and more agile.

"Warum hast du ihr zu leben," Catalina heard raised voices down the hall. It was all German so she had no idea what they were saying. She leaned against the wall and headed toward the voices. The voices continued to get louder. She poked her head around the corner to see the man who had spoken with her earlier and another man. He was shorter than the other and had blond hair. They were obviously arguing.

"Ich sagte: Ihr wachsendes weich!" Yelled he blond haired man at the other. "Albert" began to clench his fists. Uh oh.....whatever he said he shouldn't have said it. Caty thought to herself. The dark haired man brought his fist back and connected squarely with his jaw. The blond fell.

"Von nun an den Sie sich erinnern Sie zu platzieren!" The dark haired man yelled. The blond stood shakily and bowed his head in submission.

"Ja, Herr Shmidt."

Shmidt? She thought to herself. Why does that name sound so familiar?

There you go guys. Now you know who the mysterious "Albert" is. :) I hope you guys like it! Vote if you like it so far! Comment and let me know!