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

Chapter 18: The Nickname Chase

Antonia's head was fuzzy and she couldn't make out heads or tails of what was going on. She could tell they were on the move but all she could hear was distant voices, and there were a lot of voices, most of them were unknown to her. At first it scared her, not knowing who these voices belonged to, but she heard a familiar man's voice. His voice calmed her and she knew she was safe. She didn't know what about his voice calmed her, but it did. So the more he talked, the better. While resting in someone's arms listening to him (she wasn't sure if it was him holding her), she allowed herself to drift. As she rested, her mind was becoming less fuzzy, and she was able to make out what was going on around her.

"How much longer?"

"A few hours or so. It shouldn't be much longer."

"Good." There was a pause. "And she hasn't awoke yet?"

"She hadn't stir."

The voices were getting louder, interrupting her rest. She needed to sleep, damn it. Antonia groaned as these voices were giving her a headache. Why couldn't they shut it? Why was there so many voices? She just wanted to listen the one.

"Is she okay?" She could hear the concern in his voice.

"She will be," another voice responded.

So many voices! She thought. It was hard to make out was going on, but she could recognize Rogers' voice and he sounded annoyed which was a state she hardly heard from Mr. Perfect. He usually wasn't so stressed, and it was that fact that stuck her. It also surprised her to how much it meant to hear that, because it meant he was human.

"You-"

But Antonia was sick of their conversation. They were loud and annoying. How could anyone sleep through it? "So loud," she moaned as she tried to open her eyes. Her eyes lids weight a ton.

The man, who were holding her, slowed down his pace. "Antonia," he stated softly.

Her eyes flicked. "Rogers," she said, fighting to speak. She was so exhausted that she could barely stay awake. "You sound h-horrible."

Antonia could feel his hold on her tighten. "You sound horrible," Rogers responded.

She didn't know what to make of his tone, but he was correct. She sounded like a frog. "You aren't a shrimp a-anymore," she muttered, making out his large form. He was Captain America again-which meant he was an asshole again.

"Not anymore," he stated. His voice was strained.

There was something about his voice that threw Antonia, but she pushed it aside. She didn't need to worry about that.

"Shrimp? Did she call you a shrimp?"

Antonia almost jumped in Rogers' arm at that voice. "Barnes," she croaked. She tried to look at him but her body screamed out in pain. "You're alive."

He said something back to her but they were just words, as she faded back into darkness. However, she could rest in peace as she was safe and Barnes was alive, though she would give him hell the second she came to.

*0*0*

Antonia didn't know what she was dreaming about when she came to, but she remembered the tone of her dream, and it felt different than the dreams she had in the past. This dream had been relaxing and calm, which was something that she hadn't had in years. Her dreams, one of the reasons why she hadn't sleep well, had been nightmares for as long as she could remember. She didn't have good dreams. They weren't apart of her DNA, but somehow she had a good dream, even if she was unable to remember what it was about.