Stars and Stripes: Amelia Rose Rogers

don't follow me

Time skip: Forest, by a hydra, January 1945
I ride behind Steve on the motorcycle zipping through the Trees whip by as we weave through the woods. This is just step one to our plan. Unwittingly Steve trips on the wire across the road. “You good Steve?” I ask as the warning light starts blinking, he signals to hit the red button. I glace over at him as flames shoot out from the exhaust pipes, laying down several yards of fire behind us. I was ready for this; my goal is teaching these morons that they messed with the wrong person this time. The Hydra rider closest is helpless as his uniform and saddlebags catch fire. He veers into the woods and flies off a cliff, exploding in midair. “One down one to go” I say into the earpiece looking back at the One biker that remains. The biker catches Steve on a straightaway pulling alongside, grinning. The Biker reaches into a side compartment and pulls a hand grenade out, yeah no I say to myself as I pull up beside the rider taking the hand grenade from him. As Steve cracks the guy in the Jaw. The rider’s helmet drops blinding him. He wobbles. I bite down on the grenade pin and yanks it out. Then I toss the grenade back in the rider’s compartment. We speed up just in time for the grenade to go off. “Two down out of like a million” Steve jokes going faster. “For James” I mumble to myself more than anything. I grab my gun shooting at the soldiers as we get closer the sound coming through my ears and the red lights around the building start going off, I can multitask, right? the alarms sounding at the surface entrance where we are. Barbed wire at the tops of the earthen-walled compound. I could see the soldiers getting into position. Steve crashes the bike ramps off a gun emplacement we jump off as the bike crashes through the barbed wire and into the compound with an explosion Steve crushes one guard. Whipping wire slashes, another. I roll under a truck as guards start to open fire. “Steve get down!” I yell as I pull the pin and toss a grenade into the center of the guards. My ears ringing slightly.
Flash back: 1940, Brooklynn, first floor apartment, A113
I lay in the comfort of our bed my head rested on his bare chest wrapped in the bed sheets as he plays with a strand of my hair. “Rosie, Sweetheart, I know you don’t like talking about this, but we have too” James says as his other hand tilt my head up to look at him. “Huh?” I ask confused “If I died...” He starts but I cut him off, I never like talking about anyone dying. “James...” I say and feel his finger rest on my lips. “Would you be quiet and let me talk, Doll” he says and I nod already knowing I wouldn’t get anywhere in this conversation. “Good, now if you die, I die. But if I die keep living, I know it will hurt, be you’ll make me proud because my Rosie isn’t going to let me dying kill them.” He says staring down in my eyes.
End flashback:
“Amelia! Mia!” I hear Steve yelling snapping me out of my trance. As we get surrounded by guards on all sides. Of course, I had to lose it when I need sanity the most. Guards grab me and Steve dragging us down a hallway through a door in the very front a grotesque portrait of Red Skull. We struggle in the guard's grip “Arrogance may not be a uniquely American trait...but I will say you do it better than anyone else.” Red Skull says as he emerges from the shadows. That Guy, man, thing, I don’t even know anymore leans in. “There are limits to what even you can do, twins. Or did Erskine tell you otherwise?” The red skull continues. “I remember something along the lines of he’s crazy and that seems to be proven” I say looking up into his eyes not an ounce of fear just insanity. “He told me you were insane. That seemed like enough.” Steve says and I smirk slightly sorry proud sister moment right now. “He resented my genius and tried to deny me what was rightfully mine. Yet he gave you everything.” The red skull says, and I roll my eyes slightly “oh are your poor feelings hurt?” I ask sarcastically. “Well-” He begins, and I scoff. “I’m sorry that was a rhetorical question I don’t really care” I say looking dead in his eyes “What made you two so special?” Red skull asks almost wounded. “Nothing...” my brother says and slowly raises his head, staring into skull’s sunken eyes “we’re just two kids from Brooklyn.” he continues causing Skull to vulgarly smash Steve in the face. The guards grip Steve’s arms, holding him up as the red skull batters him repeatedly. Steve pants, beaten, exhausted. Then finally he smiles “I can do this all day.” My brothers says and I smirk “I believe you can. But I am on a schedule.” Red skull says and pulls his gun. Steve stares down the barrel. “You know I'm so glad you did that to my brother, because you just made this next part a lot easier” I say as a thunk hits the window three times. Skull turns to the window seeing the three specks in the distance coming straight at his precious glass.  Skull spins back to Steve, pistol leveled “I don’t think so” i say as I kick the gun out of his hand. Steve swings a guard around blocking the shot. As Dugan, Falsworth, and Jones smash through the window on their ziplines “Perfect timing as always boys” I say ducking from the shots Jones was firing. the zipline extends from a powerful grappling gun Dernier hooks the wire and shoots away. “We’re in. Go! Go! Go!” Morita barks into the radio. “Amelia, are you coming with me?” Steve asks as he picks his shield up off the ground. “Hell, yeah let's go take down that son of a bitch” I say as we take off after Skull, he fires a few shots the blue light flashing in the room and backs out the door. Down the hallway. “Oh no you don’t” I say to myself as I take off before Steve racing off after Shmidt.  all the way down the corridor my boots pounding on the tile floor behind Shmidt. And look behind me seeing Steve turn the corner out of breath slightly. Finally, took him long enough, I think when vicious blue bolts start flying past my head. “Steve, watch out!” I yell as I duck behind the wall. I watch as Steve barely gets his shield up in time. Schmidt races past an intersecting corridor sprinting through the doorway and hitting the button “Steve get the doors!”  I shout to get his attention. I stare at him as he hurls his shield down the corridor, and it jams in between the closing doors holding the two metal doors open. I turn running for the doors after Schmidt but have to quickly stop seeing a hydra flame trooper blocking the corridor. Raising the twin guns. Steve steps in front of me and raises his arm. “You don’t have your shield dumbass” I say and back up pulling Steve with me. The sound of the tank on the Troppers back exploding gets my attention seeing Peggy rifle in hand “You’re late” Steve says, and I ignore them two sprinting to the door going under the shield hearing Steve close behind as the door slams shut. “can’t wait for me can you” Steve says as he runs beside me now. “No, I can’t I have to catch him” I say as we make it to the next door. “You know I’m two minutes old and I'm taller” he says a cocky smirk on his face. Of course, he wants to go there right now. “Oh, aren’t you a genius” I say as the door opens revealing a huge hanger and a deep rumble shakes the base. Steve gapes slightly. I stare shocked as a gigantic plane roll past us. The size making a building in New York look like a dwarf. Oh, what's with all the running already just give up, I think. I start to run with Steve after the Plane as it starts to lift. I turn around when I hear an engine rev. Schmidt's car comes up alongside me and Steve. Colonel Phillips behind the wheel Peggy in shotgun. “Get in.” Phillips yells at us. Well here goes nothing. I jump in the back of the car without it ever slowing down Steve right after me. We gain on the plane, and I climb over the windshield. “Don’t come after me Steven I don’t need to lose you too” I shout over the wind. I jump just in time landing on the wheelbase. Climbing my way in. “Amelia” I hear from the other side of the plane.