"ˡᵒᵛᵉˡʸ ᵗᵒ ˢⁱᵗ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢ"
Evelyn Drake went from a sorta normal 16 year old, living in New York, in 1935, until her life was shattered when she and her father moved to Siberia where HYDRA tortured her with brutal experiments and turn...
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📍London 1:38 pm
Aspen hung up the phone, and Wyatt could tell something was wrong. "Aspen..?" Wyatt looked at his girlfriend with such concern. "Baby, is everything okay?" he asked gently.
Aspen looked nervous, avoiding his gaze. "It's nothing," she muttered, but Wyatt wasn't convinced. "Come on, talk to me. What's wrong?" he pressed.
Aspen sighed as she sat down on her bed and ran her fingers through her hair. "I'm so sorry," her voice cracked. Wyatt's worry grew. "It's all right, just please tell me what's wrong."
"Promise me that what I'm about to say won't change anything between us," she pleaded. Wyatt frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"
"My name isn't Aspen. I'm so sorry I've been lying to you." Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief, almost laughing. "Oh....Is that it?" Aspen gave him a questionable look. "What's so funny?" Aspen awkwardly laughed back her tears.
"I kind of already knew." Aspen's eyes widened in shock. "What? How?" Wyatt chuckled softly. "I've known for a while that you're "Evelyn Drake"." Aspen was super confused. "How did you know?"
Wyatt gave her a sad smile as he sat down beside her. "At least once a week, you have a nightmare. Do you not know that you practically seize when you go in and out of visibility." Wyatt awkwardly laughed.
"The first night, when you had a nightmare... you started going back and forth between invisible and visible. It was startling, to say the least. But then, you started speaking Russian in your sleep." Evelyn's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and fear crossing her face. "I... I didn't realize," she whispered.
She didn't know her nightmares had gotten so bad. Sometimes she wished Steve was still in the other room to just rush in and save her from those horrible nightmares.
"I was already suspicious when we first met because not a lot of people have... you know.." Wyatt gestured towards the scar across her eye.
The mention of her scar brought back memories of the day she saw Bucky for the first time in three years. Within twenty minutes, they were being hunted by a random man with claws and the German special forces.
"I pieced it together. Not many people can go invisible, and even fewer would start speaking Russian during a nightmare. It all pointed back to Evelyn Drake. I just had to be sure."
Evelyn sighed feeling embarrassed but also relieved. "I'm so sorry Wyatt. I never meant for you to find out this way." Wyatt gave her a reassuring smile. "It's okay. None of this changes how I feel about you. You're still the same person to me." Wyatt pulled Evelyn in to a tight comforting hug.
