BOOK 4 of the ORPHIC Series
DISENTHRALL
/ˌdisənˈTHrôl/
set free.
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When Lucille 'Lucy' Opal Baker starts adjusting to a world without Captain America and more government therapy sessions...
T H E F A L C O N A N D T H E W I N T E R S O L D I E R
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"What a day to be worth something."
Madripoor, Indonesia July, 2024
LUCY LEANED HER ARMS AGAINST the balcony railing, gazing down at the broad apartments lining High town, bright lights scintillating across the night. She hugged her sweater closer to herself, ignorant of how underdressed she was. She'd taken the only clothes that looked comfy, even if she had to wear the most uncomfortable pair of cargo pants she'd ever seen. Really, her thighs were right about to freeze with the lack of fabric. She huffed, swirling the glass of water in her hand.
She knew drinking wasn't going to effect her much anyway, but with her body being haywire and her abilities being all fucked up, she'd rather not obsessively drink alcohol right now. Honestly, it was a bit annoying—frustrating even, that she couldn't do most things she wanted to.
"The sky is awfully pretty at night, isn't it?"
Lucy exhaled, bringing the glass up to her lips. She took a small sip of her water, before letting her eyes lift to the skies.
"What do you want, Zemo?" She questioned.
He stepped forwards, a glass of whiskey in his hand. He leaned against the balcony beside her, eyes turned upwards, like she wasn't there. Like he hadn't asked her a question. Lucy turned her head, observing him as the stars quite literally reflected in his pupils.
He sighed, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.
"I would take my son stargazing when I had the time." His voice was quiet– vulnerable. "He loved it, you see. Pointed at the sky like he could see Saturn and its rings without the telescope."
Lucy blinked slowly.
"Carl." She murmured. "Your son's name."
Zemo chuckled at that, turning his head to gaze at her. There was pain in the vulnerability of them, something heartbroken and shattered.
For a short moment, Lucy found herself questioning if Zemo had too much to drink. If, perhaps, alcohol had made him tired, exhausted and emotional. But his eyes were far too lucid for him to be in such a state. His words were perfect, poised, and calculated. Even in this moment– even as he shared things that were close to him. Private.
