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

Chapter Seven

Shmidt? Why did that sound so familiar. Catalina tried to remember but everything was fuzzy. She grabbed her side as a wave of pain washed over her. She began to get dizzy again and then she was falling.

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Schmidt turned from his comrade. Growing soft! Nonsense! He thought to himself. When he was head of Hydra he- well, that was a long time ago.

*Thump*

Schmidt turned towards the source of the noise. It was emanating from the right hallway. He walked over and turned the corner to see the crumpled form of the girl he had found. She was a lot stronger then he had given her credit for. He frowned. She had been on the brink of death not two days ago and now she was walking around. There was something intriguing about her and something oddly familiar. He bent over and rolled her onto her side. He looked at her face.

*flashback*

"Johann!"

"What is it, Abigail," Johann turned towards the voice. She was small girl of about seven and had dark hair with even darker eyes.

"Daddy sent a letter!"

"Let me see," he held out his hand.

"No, let me," she smiled at him. "Hel-lo, Johann a-and Abigail. I h-op-e you are well. I wish I c-oul-d be there but I w-ill hope-fu-lly see you soon. L-ove Papa."

"Good job, Abigail! Your English is getting very good," Johann congratulated.

"That's just because I have an amazing older brother to teach me," she hugged him and ran into another room.

*end of flashback*

Johann shook the memory from his mind. This was no time to become nostalgic from memories, but she looked so much like her. Except for the eyes. The eyes! That's what looked so familiar before! There was something about her blue eyes that made him think of someone he had met before. He knew he had not met her before and anyone else he had met-and would remember-was now long dead. He carefully bent to pick her up.

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Catalina came to with a start and grabbed whatever was near her. It happened to be someone's wrist. It was Schmidt's.

"You must be more careful, Fräulein," the man said.

"So your name is Schmidt?" She asked ignoring his slight rebuke.

"Yes, does it sound familiar?" He frowned and eyed her carefully.

Caty looked at him for a minute and then answered, "I'm not sure."

"Well, it shouldn't. I am no one of importance."

"Mhmmm," she continued to look at him suspiciously. She tried to sit up but found her strength was gone for now. She had used it all. He bent over and picked her up bridal style.

"Hey!"

"What? Did you wish me to leave you in the hallway?"

She frowned but remained silent and suffered him to carry her back to the medical bay. He carried her like she weighed nothing.

As they passed through the hallway she kept seeing the same symbol over and over again. It looked like the head of Davie Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean except more skull like. She had remembered seeing such a symbol while looking through a Shield file......that she wasn't supposed to be looking at. Nick wasn't very happy about that but she was only fifteen at the time; and that is what had drawn Fury's attention to her because he had to keep and eye on her. (And when she said one eye she meant one eye) He always said that her owning up to her mistake was what made him want her as an agent.

The door hissed open and Schmidt laid her down on the berth again. He began to hook her up to an IV but she pulled her arm away.

"Don't worry," he informed, "it is only pain killer."

"I don't believe you," she stated flatly.

"Smart girl," he turned to leave. "Don't get up again."

He left the room and she heard a click behind him. She was locked in here now. She would need to figure out what to do later but she was to tired and weak to think about it right now. She quickly drifted off to sleep.