Edge Of Revenge

Chapter 5

Sitting on the last row of pew, wearing an all black outfit and a black hat with a veil. The cathedral, packed with mourners. A choir is singing.

My eyes caught sight of Rogers who is one of six pallbearers carrying a coffin draped with the Union Jack. Letting my eyes wander around, at the altar, a candle burns by a framed photograph of her in a military uniform.

Margaret Carter.

"And now, I would like to invite Sharon Carter to come up and say a few words." The Priest said.

"Margaret Carter was known to most as a founder of SHIELD... but I just knew her as Aunt Peggy." She started, following her line of sight and noticing she glanced at Rogers.

"She had a photograph in her office. Aunt Peggy standing next to JFK. As a kid, that was pretty cool. But it was a lot to live up to. Which is why I never told anyone we were related." She continued.

"I asked her once how she managed to master diplomacy and espionage in a time when no one wanted to see a woman succeed at either. And she said, compromise where you can. But where you can't, don't. Even if everyone is telling you that something wrong is something right. Even if the whole world is telling you to move... it is your duty to plant yourself like a tree, look them in they eye and say 'No, you move.'" She added. 

Exhaling a sigh as I crossed my arms across my chest, listening to her boring speech, paying tribute to her.

As my eyes darted to her picture. 

Rest in peace. 

Standing up as I quietly exited the cathedral, my eyes caught sight of Zemo standing at the corner hiding himself. A smirk instantly went on my lips and walked towards him.

"Took your damn time." I said, standing in front of him, smirking.

"I will accept your offer." He replied, looking at me seriously.

A chuckle escaped my lips as his eyes went to the cathedral.

"Is that the gift you mentioned?" He asked, turning towards the cathedral and nodding my head as I looked back at him.

"Isn't that amazing? How can someone care so much for a single person." I muttered as my smirk widened.

"You know she's not his soulmate, right?" He asked as our eyes met.

My eyebrows furrowed at what he asked, "Soulmate?" I replied, confusingly.

"Someone who you feel deeply connected to. Who is destined to you. Soulmate. Soulmarks." He answered, lifting his hand as he unfolds his sleeve.

A tattoo of a single red rose is on his wrist. Raising my eyebrow as our eyes met.

"You don't have a soulmark?" He asked.

Shaking my head, "No, I don't." I replied, Zemo furrowed his eyebrows as he nodded his head, confused.

Exhaling a sigh, "You have the book?" I asked, Zemo nodded his head once again. Smiling at him as a car stopped in front of us.

"Let's go." I said, getting inside the vehicle. Zemo followed and sat beside me. Nodding my head, the car moved away from the cathedral.

"Where are we going?" Zemo asked. 

"Back home." I simply replied, my eyes followed the changing scenes as the drive continued.

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"HYDRA's Siberian Facility. That's where they keep the other Winter Soldiers, I assume they put them under deep sleep in Cryostasis Chambers." Zemo informed me.