[ To Remember ]

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To Remember


In memory of the horrors which occurred in Germany Nov 9, 1938, I've decided to write a short wherein Lucy and Henry talk about and witness Kristallnacht via time travel. This isn't meant to be taken lightly, and should leave you with a simple question: how can humans be so cruel?-

Note: the only fictional parts of this is Lucy and Henry's presence/commentary.

Another note: I'm currently working on a community service project for one of my college classes, and my friends and I will be doing a presentation on the horrors of Kristallnacht, and the memory of the innocent Jews who were attacked during this event.


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"Never forget

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"Never forget."


Germany
November 9, 1938







"ARE YOU THAT CURIOUS as to where I was, that night?" Henry asked as Lucy sat across from him.

They were currently in the rebranded, fairly opulent Avenger's Compound. It was a comfortable area, though Lucy didn't exactly live here. She was just on her way picking up some weaponry for James and herself, when she'd stumbled across Henry- a sick Henry, she reminded herself- without Klause. He wasn't mindlessly meandering about of course; had some errand to complete for Natasha (or a debt he felt guilty enough to pay for).

Lucy had taken him hostage and sat him down in the living room area, curious as to why he was here. Though Lucy was here for weapons– and any pop tarts Thor had left on his last excursion– she was also here to do some research. Their were many things she remembered from her past– before HYDRA– though she tried to block most of those topics out of her mind.

One of those that struck with extreme clarity was the events of Kristallnacht, or the Night of Broken Glass. They hadn't called it that immediately– it's not like they had announced Kristallnacht was now commencing. Of course, there was a reason why it was triggered, and most of that had to do with the horrific propaganda the Nazi party had thrown about, teaching young children to despise those who were just like themselves.

Lucy ignored the gut wrenching anger in her gut.

Anyway, now she had gotten too curious, and wondered– asked– where Henry had been that night.

"Yes." Lucy replied easily, before glancing away. "You know, I was out that night. I lived in a fairly Jewish neighborhood. They were kind, gentle and always willing to help me with groceries. One of my neighbors– we were good friends. We planned to get dinner that night."

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