Everything has changed () Steve Rogers X OC ✓

XXVII

*Vee's POV*

It's cold and lonely, here in my cell. I haven't had a normal conversation with someone in weeks. Most people avoid me... they think I'm a monster, and I don't blame them. I put at least 20 percent of the prisoners here in my Nova Corps days. And 40 percent of the people here are angry at me for killing a family member or a friend of theirs or something like that.

Three guys have been put in more high security cells because they tried to kill me... twenty two guys are being monitered extra hard for trying to attack me...

I'm not the most beloved prisoner here, by far. I'm also the only woman here. Which is why I have my own cell, and that is nice. I'm the only one here with some form of privacy. I only get out of my cell for food or the gym

Life here is brutal, I already knew that. But this surpassed my expectations. Maybe my case is just worse than others because most prisoners hate me.

I miss Steve. It has been one month and a few days since I got here but he is the one I miss most. Yes, I miss everyone, of course, but he is special. He showed me that the world isn't all dark and mist... he showed me the color and beauty of the universe. But sadly, dark colors are always dominent.

I already knew that I would end up here in the quinjet... when we were flying back to New York, so I used invisible tape to tape a picture of Steve and I to the bottom of my foot. It worked. I was able to sneak it inside. They made me strip from all my clothes and made shower is some kind of orange goo, but the photo stayed intact. Now I keep it in the pocket of my uniform... and no guard found out. It's a miracle that it didn't get soaked, the tape isn't exactly liquid proof.

My powers are useless now, guards put bracelets on my wrists who keep me from using my telekenises. It's a whole different world, being powerless. Well, I'm not completely powerless. Most of my powers work behind the scenes. My healing ability... my speed... my strenght... all invisible to the eye.

There was loud banging on the wall of my cell. "MURDERER!" A gruff male voice yelled before he ran away. This happens all the time. People still think of the me as the woman who killed their loved one because they irritated me. I'm not her anymore. I don't recognize her anymore. But all of these people do, they don't know any better.

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Another bang on my cell. "Dinner!" I stood up and walked out of my cell. A guard was with me at all times because of these people. I still have my status as a Nova Corps agent, and they protect me because of it. I was their greatest agent for decades.

It's so funny how different these prisoners and guards see me. Prisoners think I'm a monster, guards look at me like I'm their hero. One thinks of me as their greatest enemy, the other wants to be me.

The guard followed me into the food line, but left me alone when I sat down to eat. A big guy who is also a prisoner walked up to me. He had a scar running down his eye and shriveled skin on his neck.

"You." He said before slamming his hands on my table.

"Me." I said, sounding confident. I'm not scared of him, I've ended the lives of these kind of men thousands of times. That was years ago though.

I'm still not scared.

"You killed my best friend. Ernesto... on the planet Gibborim. Do you remember him?" His jaw clenched after he spoke his last word.

I tilted my head a bit and thought. Ernesto... Gibborim... I haven't thought about that planet in ages. I don't remember killing someone there though. "I do not." I replied.

He grabbed my dinner tray and threw it on the ground. "Yes you do! Liar!" He jumped over the table, landing right infront of me before grabbing the collar of my shirt. He lifted me up.