uncovered ➢ aou: captain america {completed}

chapter 13

The room I was standing in was hollow and dark, except there was only one light and it was shining on me. Where the hell am I? Looking around I could find nothing or no one. I try to take a step forward but out of nowhere a girl appears from the shadows, taking a step towards me. She looks exactly like me. I move my hands to wave to see if she waves, and she does, exactly like a mirror. Reaching further out I try and touch her to see if she's real, but suddenly she pulls out a gun and aims it towards my head. Trying to take a step back I realize I couldn't move, but there weren't any restrains on me so how could this be? I try to move my arms but they're the same way, it's like I'm paralyzed but I'm still standing up. Looking over to my right I could also see another me, pointing another gun at someone. The person was strapped to a chair, trapped. I couldn't see their face until they completely turned to me. The face was a man that looked exactly like... my father. Why was I the one behind the trigger?

"Jess don't do this!" My dad screamed at me, except he wasn't looking at the girl pointing the gun at him, he was looking directly at me. I tried and tried to go to him, to save him, but I couldn't, I was bound in this same spot, stuck. Tears were streaming down his face, pain etching all across his features. A click then echoed throughout the whole room, causing me to look back at the girl holding the gun in front of my dad.

"Dad!" I screamed so loud, trying to go help him and save him, but I just couldn't. Staring at the girl I desperately tried to get her to not pull the trigger.

"Jess don't do this!! He's your father, he loves you! Please don't-" The sound of a bullet echoed through the hollow room, only stopping at the sound of the piece of metal hitting flesh. Glaring back at my dad I could see his empty eyes, his cold face, his lifeless body.

"What have you done?!" I screamed at the girl who pulled the trigger, the worst part of it was that the girl was me. Her eyes were empty, staring off at my dad's dead body, almost as lifeless as he is. Tears constantly traveled down my face as I turned back to the girl that was holding the gun in front of me, but it wasn't me anymore, it was Brock. I'm now strapped to a horizontal table, disabling me to move anywhere, only this time I actually had straps containing me. Turning me around to face the opposite direction I widened my eyes in horror. There were thousands and thousands of me's holding guns at millions of people. I could hear all of them scream in agony, in pain, so many of them crying and begging to be set free.

"What are you doing?!!" I screamed trying to get loose of my restraints, but nothing worked.

"The world will burn in your flames, Jess." Brock said behind me before all of the me's that were standing in front of all of those people dropped their guns and just held out their hand. A glowing ember then started to emnate from all of my palms, getting ready to shoot at everyone I was standing in front of.

"Watch the world burn, Jess. It's all on you." Brock said while walking in front of me, holding my eyes open so I couldn't look away. Then millions of loud screams filled the air, the result of all of the me's firing my powers at them, causing them to all perish.

"No!!" I started to sob, constant tears streaming down my face. Nothing can amount to this pain, this torture. How could I be responsible for this? My body is physically aching, my heart is nothing more the a pile of ash. In a split second all of my restraints were gone and I collapsed to my knees, sobbing into my hands.

"It's all on you." Every single person that was in a chair started chanting that same phrase at me, screaming, yelling, crying, whatever way they could say it. I'm so overwhelmed and I start sobbing harder and harder, screaming with each word everyone was saying, opening my eyes and looking up I could see all of the people coming after me, holding huge guns with a mixed colored energy inside of them, swirling and glowing... with STARK INDUSTRIES plastered on the side of it. Everyone then pointed the large guns at me and shot all that they had. Crouching down while covering my face I try to avoid the chants and the guns. Slowly I lifted my face up, realizing that all of the chanting is gone and I'm now in front of a very familiar house. Everyone is gone, all the guns are gone, and I'm now in front of a small suburban home with birds chirping and trees swaying in the wind.