t/w kidnapping, murder
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March 10th, 1949
Pencilbrook, New York
Ellie held her doll, Athena, in her lap as her mother brushed her hair. The girl would let out a discontented whine whenever her mother hit a particularly bad knot or pulled just a bit too much and Agnes would both say and sign an apology. After a little bit, Ellie's vibrant red hair was perfectly brushed.
"Alright, put your shoes on and then I'll put your hair up," Agnes signed/said and Ellie complied, placing her boots over her white socks. She sat up straight again and Agnes reached for a ribbon. Just as she was about to grab the ribbon, her head snapped towards the door, much to the confusion of her daughter, whose face scrunched up in confusion.
"Ellie, wait right here." Agnes looked at her daughter, eyes filled with fear and concern, before turning and taking a step towards the door. The blonde paused and walked back towards her daughter, kissing her on the forehead. "I love you, Ellie. Don't move." She then left.
After a short few minutes, Ellie stood up from the chair in front of the mirror, placing Athena against her pillow. The redhead walked downstairs, looking for her mother and father, her small hands trailed the stair's hand rail. She watched her feet as she walked down the stairs. She looked up and was greeted with a sight to be ingrained in her head till the day she died.
A man with brown hair was standing over her mother's dead body. Her father's body was close by. There was blood pooled under them. The man turned around to face Ellie. There stood Bucky Barnes.
But hadn't her father come home and told her family that Bucky had fallen to his death?
There were two other men standing there. One man held out a hand, telling Bucky to stay where he was while another walked up to Ellie. He used sign language while he spoke.
"Hello, Elizabeth. You'll be coming with us." He then held out his hand.
Ellie was starting to panic. Her eyes darted from the man, to the other man, to her parents' bodies, to Bucky. She couldn't breathe. Her eyes then darted to the door. It was slightly ajar. She looked to the men, to Bucky, to her parents and then ran out out the door, and through the snowy woods.
Just as Man #1 was about to tell the Winter Soldier to move, Man #2 said "We'll give her a head start." He counted to thirty and then turned to the Winter Soldier and said "After her."
He quickly took off running through the woods.
Ellie could hardly breathe. She'd seen her parents' dead bodies. They were dead. Ellie knew they were dead. She looked behind her to see Bucky beginning to give chase. She gasped and quickly changed direction.
Then would have been a good time to have the platinum blonde hair of her mother and sister. In the sun, it almost looked white. There was sun, there was snow, Ellie was pretty pale, she was wearing a white dress and white socks, albeit she would've had to abandon her boots. Then, she could've lay in the snow until they gave up. But, no, she just had to have her father's vibrant red hair.
Ellie didn't know where she was trying to get to. All she was thinking was that she had to get away.
Go.
Go.
Go.
Run.
Run.
Run.
Faster.
Faster.
Faster.
But, little girl versus a grown man who just so happened to be a super soldier- yeah, Ellie didn't get very far before being grabbed. She tried to scream. Well, she thinks she tried to scream at least. But then something, a rag, was placed over her mouth and the once stark white landscape went completely black.
