SHOW ME A VILLAIN AND I'LL WRITE YOU A TRAGEDY

KIDNAPPED

GISELLE
AGE: TWO OR THREE DAYS BEFORE HER SECOND BIRTHDAY

When the bedroom's door opened with a loud sound, the little daughter of Black Widow and Winter Soldier, Giselle, woke up scared; no one, never, dared to do something like that close to the daughter of two of the most feared assassins of S.H.I.E.L.D., henceforth the girl never before have been awaken that way. Giselle peeked shyly between the bars of her crib, thinking for a moment that, perhaps, that was the surprise her mommy promised her for her birthday. A couple of days later, little Giselle would turn two years old and she was getting anxious to been allowed to pull up proudly two tiny fingers whenever someone asked her how old was she.

But the men that irrupted in the room of the baby without any care didn't seem to be there to celebrate with her; their black uniforms weren't as pretty as her mommy or her daddy's and they didn't have the grey seal she liked to trace with her fingers whenever she was on their arms, trying to find the eagle shape her daddy told her it was drawn in them. In the men's shirts, some ugly red skulls with long tentacles of the same colour replaced the drawing that Giselle liked, making the baby crawl scared to the furthest and darkest corner of her crib, hopping the men would leave without finding her, or expecting her mommy, her daddy or her uncle Steve would come inside the bedroom and save her.

Her little hands grabbed the stuffed animal with the shape of a small kitten her daddy bought her and she hugged it tightly while her big blue eyes started to fill with tears, she was scared but she didn't want to start to cry because that would call for the males' unwanted attention and they were already crowding the small room. The girl had the strategic capacity of a Super Soldier no matter she was really, really young... but that wasn't very helpful, as it wasn't helpful to try to hide herself; a couple of seconds later, two big and heavy hands pulled her out of her crib without any considerations while she tried with all her strength to hold her kitten against her chest and started to weep terrified and pained because the bad man was hurting her and she wasn't used to being hurt.

-Mommy! Daddy! Stiv! Yuli! -she started to cry out with desperation, aware that, whenever she called for them out loud if she was scared or lost in the labyrinthine halls of the S.H.I.E.L.D. complex, some of her beloved ones had found her and recued her, they never failed to do it before... Why weren't they there then? -M...Mommy? -She babbled while she was pulled out of the room really quickly, barely giving her time to see the small figure of the blonde Agent Yulianna, that usually babysit her, laying on the floor in the middle of a big pool of dark blood. -Yuli! Yuli! -Cried out loud Giselle, moving her little hand towards the girl because she didn't want to let go of her kitten fearing she might lose it, in the hope of the blonde girl to wake up and snatch her from the hands of the ugly man that held her too tightly and barked her to shut the fuck up... But Yulianna didn't reply, later, in one of those few moments of lucidity she had after her mind was cleaned, Giselle realised she might be unconscious or, perhaps, even dead, but in that moment, the tiny girl felt desolated, for the first time in her almost two years of life, something was hurting her and no body went to rescue her.

-Hush her and bring her straight to the vessel! -the rude voice sounded too close to Giselle, making the man that held her in his arms, took one of his big scratchy hands to cover her little face to make her stop crying, almost chocking her in the process while the other voice kept talking: -The Soldier and the Widow are not around, but their daughter has both version of the SSS running through her veins, she'll be a good addition to the talent program... And stop chocking her! We need her alive... still!

And that was the moment when Giselle understood nobody was going to rescue her, she was condemned, she wouldn't see her crib or her toys again, she wouldn't celebrate her second birthday and she wouldn't show proudly her two little fingers to show them she was now a big girl because she was sure none of those males would be interested in knowing how old was she. She wouldn't cuddle against her daddy's chest and she wouldn't play anymore with her mommy's hear while she fed her. She was alone... she was terrified... and the ship, that ship she would have found so pretty in other circumstances because Giselle loved airplanes, in that moment was just a gigantic monster with its mouth wide open, ready to eat her.

Hugging tightly her stuffed kitten, the only friend in the world she had left since the men wouldn't even bother in taking the baby blanket her mommy used to cover her every night to make her feel safe before kissing her forehead and telling her to go to sleep, Giselle moved her little fingers in a small goodbye gesture for the people she loved so much that weren't there to save her in that precise moment she needed them so much... She had the hope she might find them again, they would save her and hug her tightly and for a long time to make sure she wouldn't be lost again, and yet, crawling down her spine, was the cold feeling that it wouldn't happen anymore...