Shadow of the Past (Captain America) // ✔️ //

Chapter 3: Broken Will

When Antonia came to, she knew she was in the hospital and not her tower by the smell and feel of the bed. One reason why she hated hospitals was the beds, which were uncomfortable, smelly, and cheap. Sure, she knew it was a waste of valuable funds, but still. They could at least try, right?

She squeezed her eyes shut as the pain flew through her body. The meds must be wearing off. She tried to move her arms to call the nurses for more meds, but her left arm was in a sling, a clear sign that it was broken. The other was handcuffed to the bed's railing as if she was a criminal. What the fuck? Why would they treat me like that? Sure, she knew she pissed SHIELD and the Avengers off and always had an act of sneaking off, but did they really have to handcuff her? Did they not trust her?

"Guys? This isn't funny," she asked, her throat still burned. The pain almost overtook her. She really needed another dose of medication. She pulled at the handcuffed, but it didn't do anything, and it was stupid to think it would. However, that really didn't stop her as she pulled harder.

"Miss, please calm down," a nurse came flying in.

Antonia stared at the woman, who came in with a needle. What the fuck was she wearing? It appeared to be a 1940's something nurse's uniform, which consisted of a white dress with an ugly collar and sleeves and a light blue sweater. "What are you wearing?" She asked. No present day nurse would wear that shit and she knew damn sure SHIELD didn't have facilities like this, noticing how old the room looked like.

"It's called a uniform," the women responded as if Antonia was an idiot. She poked her with the needle.

Antonia felt her mind start to go a little as the meds started to take over. "A hideous uniform."

The nurse smiled. "If you want to talk about hideous, you should've seen the clothes they brought you in or wait you did." She marked down something on her chart and walked out of the room.

Ouch, Antonia thought as she wanted to leap out the bed and attack the unnamed nurse. No one insulted Antonia Stark and got away with it, but...right now, she had no choice. She had to take it as she was handcuffed to the bed...and no, it wasn't as fun as the last time she was handcuffed to a bed.

Laying back, she stared at the ceiling and tried to think about her situation, but her stupid hair was irritating her. She had wanted to chop it off, but Pepper wouldn't let her. That woman wouldn't let her do anything and it was exasperating. Antonia was a grown ass woman... Fucking hell! She thought. Since one of her arm was broken, the other was handcuffed and her body was stiff, she was forced to blow her medium black hair out of her face; however, it really wasn't working. Giving up on blowing her hair out of the way, she forced her mind back to work.

She had to figure out where she was and who had her. This hospital room looked nothing like any hospital she been in or seen. It looked like it came from the 1930's or 40's, just like that ugly nurse. The device, which monitored her vitals, looked ancient, and that scared her. If her captors were using out of date equipment, it wasn't good. Maybe, she was a prisoner for some third world villain, but that didn't explain the Captain. Rogers wouldn't betray her, even if she pissed him off.

Then what else could this be? Her mind wandered to the Device she created. Could it be the reason why she was here? One idea came to mind, but that wasn't possible, especially when that wasn't what she had been trying to do. Shaking her head, she paused on the thought. That could be the reason why her never wrong watch, which was missing from her wrist, was wrong...so maybe, it was possible. How else could she explain the 1940's shit and the Shrimp? She thought she imagined the tiny Captain...