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 ND T H E W I N T E R S O L D I E R
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"What bloody dreams pull you from my arms?"
Delacroix, Louisiana August, 2024
SAM WAS EXHAUSTED FROM working on the boat. He didn't have any super soldier strength like Bucky and Lucy, and he sure as hell couldn't work on hammering away at a damn boat for hours on end without a break. So, quite honestly, he retired for the night after returning home, forgetting about food and anything else as he flopped down on his bed. His body ached all over and he was honestly ready for sleep to steal him away. So he completely forgot about offering up his bed to the trio and slept instead.
When Sam opened his eyes again, he was greeted by three faces looming over his body. For a second he thought he was still dreaming, until he registered the darkness in his room, the moon shining through his window.
He let out a high-pitched shriek that immediately made the three of them jerk away from him. Sam would call it a very manly shriek if anyone would ever ask him about it, not that one of the figures– Sarah– would ever ask. His eyes darted between the two smaller shadow; Cass and AJ.
A breath of relief left his lips as he slowly sat up, rubbing at his eyes.
He was still groggy and tired from all that muscle work in the afternoon, so it took him a few seconds to really inspect the rest of his family. AJ was holding onto his favorite pillow, while Cass was hugging his favorite Avenger's plushie– the Falcon. Sam's sleepy mind caught up to him, and he remembered that the pair only did such a thing when they had a nightmare or were scared.
Then he really looked at Sarah, her eyes filled with something between sadness and uncertainty. Maybe there was some fear in their too—Sam wasn't too sure. She opened her mouth to speak, but Cass beat her to it.
"Uncle Sam, Aunt Lucy is making this weird noise and I think she's really, really hurt!" Cass gushed out all at once, his breathing shaky. "It's this weird crying but it sounds really really painful and Mommy doesn't know what to do either and—"
"Alright, Cass," Sarah interrupted her nervous rambling, "I'm sure Uncle Sam knows how to help."
Sarah gave him a pointed look. It wasn't one of contempt or reprimand. It didn't seem like she wasn't upset that Sam had invited them to stay knowing all the issues they had. Because his sister wasn't like that– and nor was he. They didn't care what issues their friends had– hell, they all had issues, some worse than others.
