She was just an experiment. Born to be a weapon. A weapon for HYDRA to use.
But HYDRA never got the chance to do so.
Because she was not alone.
They broke her to make her weak.
But they just made her stronger.
'Cause she was not alone. And never w...
"Standard tac-team. Two behind, to across, two coming straight at us. If they make us, I'll engage, you hit the south escalator to the metro." Said Steve seeing two agents coming towards them.
"Shut up and put your arm around me, laugh at something I said. An-"
"What?"
"Do it! " Andrianna whispered-yelled and Steve quickly puts his arm around Natasha as they laughed. They then walked over to the elevator to get to the basement area. As they were going down the escalator Natasha spotted Rumlow on the escalator next to them going up. "Andrianna?"
"Don't worry 'Tasha I can handle it." Hearing her response Natasha turned to Steve, "Kiss me."
"What?"
"Public displays of affection make people very uncomfortable."
"Yes, they do." He was still confused when she quickly pulled down Steve's head and kissed him making Rumlow look away as he went past them on the escalator. Meanwhile Andrianna was talking with a blonde girl around her age as if they were childhood besties.
" You still uncomfortable?" Natasha asked Steve after their 'kiss.'
"It's not exactly the word I would use."
After reaching the mall basement Steve stole a car from the garage, and the trio were now on their way to New Jersey. Andrianna was sleeping since she had not slept properly and all the running had finally taken a toll on her body.
"Where did Captain America learn how to steal a car?"
"Nazi Germany."
" Mm."
"And we're borrowing. Take your feet off the dash." Steve scolded her as she took her feet off the dash." Alright, I have a question for you, oh, which you do not have to answer. I feel like if you don't answer it though, you're kind of answering it, you know?"
"What?"
"Was that your first kiss since 1945?"
"That bad, huh?"
"I didn't say that."
"Well, it kind of sounds like that's what you're saying."
"No, I didn't. I just wondered how much practice you've had."
"You don't need practice."
"Everybody needs practice."
"It was not my first kiss since 1945. I'm ninety-five, I'm not dead."
"Nobody special, though?" Steve chuckled at her question, "Believe it or not, it's kind of hard to find someone with shared life experience."
"Well, that's alright, you just make something up."
