Remembrance//Book 1//CATWS and AOU

2. The Difference Between Man and You

The interrogating with Sitwell was rather unpleasant, since he did a buttload of whining about "being held captive" had forced him to no proceed with the plan. 

Obviously he got slapped. 

"I had to go in there a do a crap job at interfacing the virus with the algorithym, Sitwell, "Annie snarled. "Everything would have been if you'd done your job--willing to be killed for a purpose like ours."

After that, he was tasked to keep the Level one agents occupied, focus mostly on their tasks until the big one comes.

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Annie walked the Smithsonian for a while. This is where Steve hangs out a lot. He reminisces on the lost of everyone in the war. Maybe by killing him, Annie could get closer to him. Be a friend. After all, he hasn't officially seen her face, so he doesn't really know who she is. Just Agent Ninety nine or Berlin to Hydra.

Entering the vast building, she was overwhelmed by the amount of people in one place. The Captain America exhibit was seen even from afar. Barely anyone was in there, most kids would probably be at school. But a few were here, most on field trips. Other were adults.

Stepping into the exhibit, Annie already knew where Steve was. He wore a baseball cap with a navy blue jacket. He wasn't really good at keeping a low profile.

Annie may be clueless about the brainwashing Winter is enduring but she sure as hell knew that the man painted on the wall was him. She tripped over a kid who had been gawking at something across the hall. Mumbling a sorry, she looked at what he was staring at.

Steve.

The look on his face was just as shocked at Annie's when she first saw the picture of Winter. He was walking towards Annie, but a sudden panic stirred.

What was he doing? Then remembered that he doesn't know Annie, he hasn't seen her face. But by the looks of Steve, it looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Burdge?" Steve's voice echoed.

The name was familiar. But it stirred so much anger some how... It wasn't her name, that's for sure. But it more like she hated that name, even though she hasn't heard that name in seventy-years...

"I'm not Burdge," Annie coughed giving Steve a sidelong glance.

His eyebrows furrowed in thought. "Sorry ma'am, you just...you look a lot like my friend...I just thought that maybe she would've..."

Survived.

"I could show how she looked," Steve said, peaking Annie's interest.

Who's Burdge?

It seemed so awkward when Steve had led Annie to the exhibit. They just had a mission together, depended on each other to survive. And he doesn't even know that she was the one that shot the man who was going to shot him. In a way, Annie felt a little mad that he wouldn't know the women who sort of saved him. He never acknowledged it...

Annie had stumbled back when she saw her own face on a glass plate. But it wasn't her. Burdge's hair was brown, both of her eyes were the same color. Annie had much, much lighter hair than in the picture. Her eyes were both grey and blue--blue being the mechanical eye she was given.

Yet, it was her face. Annie saw that face everyday. In the windows as she enters the triskeleon, at the morning, washing her face...

"No one really appreciated her," Steve commented. "Mostly because in the forties, women weren't equal. But she pushed through that, she became so smart. She protected me before the serum and even after..."