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

Chapter 5: The Silence of Time

There was a chill in the room and the thin fugly sweater Antonia was wearing wasn't keeping her warm. Her hair was standing up on her arms and she had the goose bumps up and down her body. She had tried to adjust the sweater, but she couldn't with a broken arm and the other handcuffed to table. She couldn't move her chair either as it was bolted to the ground, which annoyed her, but it didn't annoy her as much as them, the Colonel and company, their stupid tactics Sure, she was their prisoner, but they couldn't- wouldn't get under her skin. She was tougher than some cold room.

Antonia glanced around the room, looking for something that could help her, but she knew there wouldn't be anything. They had underestimated her the first time and she knew they weren't taking any chances now. They had locked her into a 10 by 8 ft. room and made sure that there was nothing in her arm's reach or even in the room that she could use. Across from her was a police style window, where she couldn't see through but they could see her. That pissed her off. She had been sitting in this freezing room with dim lights for hours, or what seemed like days, as they watched her. She knew they were waiting to see if they could break her, which was impossible. She wouldn't say anything.

The chair was the most uncomfortable chair on the planet and no matter which way she moved, Antonia could not find a comfortable position. I wish I could put my feet up, she thought as she couldn't t kick her feet up like she wanted. The pain, which was controlled by medication, was still present, and it was still bothersome, making it hard to think. She needed to have a clear mind if she wanted to beat those asshats. Antonia glanced around the room, trying to clear to her mind from the pain.

There was no window besides the police style window, which made it hard to tell how much time had passed. There was a chair in the corner of the room, and it didn't appear to be bolted like hers, which wasn't fair. Why does the interviewer get the free chair? "Hello," she yelled, getting annoyed at the silence. She had enough of it; she wanted to talk to someone and make them cry, which was her specialty. She was known for getting under people's skin; just ask her team. She had gotten into fights with the other Avengers over her mouth. "Did you forget about me?"

There was no answer, and it pissed her off even more. She hated sitting in dead silence not doing anything, because there was so much she could be doing. She had to work on her device or she would never get home, though there was no real chance she could get home. She had no idea of how she got to the past, but she needed to figure it out so she could get home before anyone realized who she was. It would be bad if they did. She would hate to see what her father would do if he learned the truth.

Antonia glared at the window as if she could burn a hole into it. "Asshats!" she muttered. There was still no movement for a few more additional hours, and it started to get to her, which annoyed her. They would not take her at her best, and they had to weaken her before they went at her. How manly was that?

Leaning back the best she could, Antonia wiggled in her chair. Maybe, she could sing something, because that would surely send them running. Her singing sucked ass so bad that it could shatter glass, though she would defend it if someone else tried to insult it. "I'm on the highway to hell-" she started but she cut herself off after a few seconds. She couldn't sing that song or any song as they didn't exist yet and she couldn't sing a song that didn't exist yet. Closing her eyes and shaking her head, she went through her memory banks. She couldn't think of any song from the 1940's and that annoyed her. How can Antonia annoy them if she couldn't sing a song?

She guessed she could always make up a song, which could be worse. "Bored, Bored, Bored. What's a girl to do when she is cold and bored!" she sung at the top of her lungs. It sounded like nails on a chalkboard. "They leave me alone for what seems like days, and I think I could freeze to death, but boredom would be my death!" She could feel her throat start to dry, but she knew if they were listening, they would be in soon. They wouldn't be able to take much more of her horrible singing. "Silence of Death is almost upon us!" she let it go. "Bored leads-"