Olivia had been home for 3 hours now and in all that time all that she'd managed to do was place the box and envelope on the coffee table, make herself a drink and then sit staring at them. Outside the sky was darkening but Olivia didn't notice, her mind was reeling as questions raced one after the other across it. For years all Olivia had was one small photograph of her mother that sat beside her bed. She'd tried so many times to talk to her Aunt about her mother and father, about how they died and now here she was sitting looking at a black box that potentially held the answers she wanted, so why couldn't she open it?
The longer Olivia sat there the more questions she had and the more nervous she became. Finally standing up she walked through to the kitchen to make dinner, opening the fridge she looked at the food and felt her stomach lurch "no food then" she mumbled to herself as she made a fresh drink. Then ignoring the items on the table climbed the stairs to take a long hot bath before an early night.
Next day dawned and Olivia dressed then after breakfast prepared to greet the people attending her Aunts funeral. At 10.30 the hearse arrived and leaving instructions with her neighbour and the caterers she walked from the house to the car. It was a relatively short service at the Crematorium but as Olivia sat through it she felt as if it wasn't real, like the whole time she was watching scenes from someone else's life not her own. Walking outside she took a deep breath of fresh air as she wondered around stopping at the notice containing her Aunt's name to look at the flowers. The thought crossed her mind of how beautiful and yet fragile they were, just like life itself.
Back at home she greeted people as they came inthrough the door, mostly she knew them neighbours or her Aunts friends, MrStephens was there too but then a man approached her that she couldn't placebut yet he seemed familiar. He appearedto be in his thirties with short dirty blonde hair, tall, muscular and handsome"Olivia it's nice to meet you I'm sorry it's not in happier circumstances, I'mSteve, Steve Rogers."
"Nice to meet you too, I'm sorry but I don't remember my Aunt mentioning you."
"She might not have done, my friend Peggy carter asked me to attend as she's bed ridden."
"Oh Peggy, yes they were friends for a good many years. I know my Aunt visited her once a week until she was hospitalised."
"Yes, they met when they worked together during world war two, Janice was a big help to Peggy when..." his voice trails off.
"Damn I'm so sorry you must think me stupid, you're the Steve Rogers, Captain America. Peggy spoke of you so often when I was younger."
With a slight blush to his cheeks he nods "that would be me."
"Well thank you for coming my Aunt would have been pleased I'm sure." With that she moved to speak to some other people who had just arrived.
It was nice to see so man people who knew her Aunt and her family. Olivia managed to find out so many small bits of information about how close the sisters and been until they had fallen out just prior to Sarah's wedding and subsequent move to England. Many of them knew little of Sarah's life after that until Olivia came to live with Janice after the accident that took her parents lives.
Walking into the kitchen to get herself a fresh drink Olivia found Steve getting some food "are you holding up okay?"
At his smile and words of concern she smiles back "not too bad. It's nice to be able to speak to people about my mom and Aunt, she never wanted to talk about mom's life she would only ever discuss the things they did when they were young."
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Watch What You Wish For
FanfictionOlivia is an only child who has grown up living with her Aunt following the death of her parents. Although they lived by the beach in Long Island her childhood had been a lonely secluded one. When her Aunt dies suddenly she starts to find out abo...
