Falling for the Enemy || Captain America || Book 1

Played by the Enemy: Sneak Peek

"You tricked me."

"Don't look so surprised, I'm your daughter."

"I'm not surprised, I'm impressed."

"Don't look impressed, it's a weird look on you."

"Oh?"

"I also imagine that you wouldn't look too fantastic in Louis Vuitton, you're more so a Gucci or Prada kind of guy."

"Come again?"

"Midgardian companies, don't worry."

"I wasn't."

"Well then... good."

The room fell after that, the tension hanging by a delicate thread, threatening to crush us the moment it tears. We could both very well be the God and Goddess of awkwardness, because that's the only thing amidst us now.

The standoff remains, my father's stare darker and more devious than any previous enemy I've had the pleasure to come across. He's crafty, slick and the master of manipulation. He wields words like a soldier wields a gun; first line of defence, with a ruthless blow to follow.

His eyes are unblinking sick emeralds, his hair darker than charcoal. His skin is paler than a full moon on a clear, starless night, and his smile is colder than the heart of Antarctica.

He smirks, yet there's no warmth behind it. "All this time, and you played me?"

Amusement flashes behind my eyes. "I believe we've covered this already, but yes, I tricked you."

"I'm just so proud," he crows, yet it's obvious to tell it's only a half sincere reply.

A dry, unconvinced smile pulls at my face. "No you're not."

A hurt look flickers on his face, almost mockingly. "I'm at least trying to be a father, can't you do the same? Try and be a daughter?"

"I stopped trying when you left me as a child."

"Ah yes," he feigns recollection "speaking of childhood and pasts, did you ever tell any of them the truth about your past? Does anyone know but the good Director and Allison?"

Hatred and malice light up my features, fire forming in my hands and licking up my arms dangerously. "Don't you dare speak her name! You have no right after what you put her through!"

A maliciously entertained smirk lifts his lips up again. "Oh, so they don't know? Pity, I'd have thought you would have at least shared it with your pet soldier."

I snarl. "You cold-hearted bastard."

He merely appears more amused. "Cold-hearted? Now that's an incorrect assumption of my heart. After all, I've been reliably informed I don't even have one."

Fire continues to blaze until it reaches my shoulders. "You can't keep me here forever."

"But my troublesome little Nightingale," he hums with false affection, treading towards me as his skin turns blue to match my scorching fire "who said you would live that long?"

Little sneak peak because I haven't had the time to type up the deleted chapters yet! It's small, but I feel as if I owe you at least this.

Have fun trying to figure out what happens next! ;)

Thanks for reading and that's all for now, bye! :) xxx

~T.L