Let's talk about power [MCU]

05

They were dunking our heads into a tank filled with water. Every now and then they would take our heads out of the water for us to breath or say something. I'm not sure which one is the right answer, I just know that I was feeling exhausted, my lungs hurt, so did my arms, and back, and head, and just everything.

They put my head in the water again, but not my dad's.

"Let her go!" I heard him say when I was almost passing out.

We were being dragged through a type of tunnel, or well I don't really know, because they were covering our heads with bags, so I'm never really sure about what is happening.

Suddenly we stopped. They took the bags out of my head and I looked around to try and find my dad.

The sun was too bright, and I was too tired, so I could do much, nothing more than just look at my dad. Who after a few seconds looked at me.

I nodded just to let him know I was okay. And he did the same.

Then we looked in front of us.

I could feel my head feeling very light and I was sure that the color was leaving my face. In that moment I knew that one of my biggest fears was true. That something I warned everyone about was happening. In that moment I felt anger. I felt remorse. In that moment I realized that I wouldn't've been in this situation if it wasn't for my father. That he never protected me, he never cared about what I said. He just cared about his money, and reputation. I realized that he doesn't deserve my pity, that all of this was his fault. That because of him I was a murderer, and that I created the weapons that were being used by terrorists to do god knows what. In that moment I realized that even tho there was a part of me that loved my father, there was another one that hated him.

The armed men pushed us to make us walk.

My dad looked at me but I couldn't bring my self to look back.

We walked through tents with people that were putting our weapons in display, men fully armed and all types of weapons.

The man that previously talked to us in Arabic started saying his speech again.

"He wants to know what you think" said the man in glasses that was standing next to us.

"I think you got a lot of our weapons." Was my father's response.

The Arabian man spoke again.

"He says they have everything you need to build the Jericho missile." The other man traduced again. "He wants you two to make a list of materials."

The other man kept on talking, and I could feel and uncontrollable anger grow in me. It was like feeling non-terminal goosebumps, that tickle I felt when I was four years old and I was standing in front of my mother while she yelled at me. The one I felt before she felt to the ground.

"He says for you to start working immediately." The glassed man said bringing me back to reality, and making me bury all those thoughts away. However, that anger wouldn't go away, it wouldn't stop. "and when you're done he will set both of you free."

The Arabian man and my dad shook hands, while they were 'smiling' at each other.

"No, he won't" was the only thing to leave my father mouth, still with a grin in his face.

"No,he won't" the man in glasses and I said, also grinning.