Running in the dark on a slightly warm spring morning was the best,especially when all was dead.D.C was quite and when I stepped on the steps of my apartment building and placed a earbud snuggly in my ear and throwing my long dark brown hair into a sloppy tight ponytail letting the stylings of animals by neon trees play
I looked at my left arm which wore no sleeve but bore a star white and scared.i hissed at the memories of pain that it brought and how I had to escape who I was to be who I am now.brushing the memories away I looked up at the sky and saw that the sun was coming up
"Penny for your thoughts pretty lady?" I heard a males voice which made my whole body rigid
I whipped around pointing the gun I had kept hidden in the front of my shorts, to my surprise I didn't see a rapist or murder by Steve Rodgers aka. Captian America with a bouquet of fresh wild daphodiles
"Oh Steve" I said taking an earbud out and taking the flowers "their beautiful!"
He smiled and looked at my left arm, realizing that my branded scar was bare and I knew that's what he was looking at. I quickly turned to the door and asked
"Would you like to come in for a cup of coffee or a bite to eat?"
"I'd love to" he said smiling and held the door for me
I bet your wondering how I know Steve , I work for SHEILD I'm a skilled assassin,I work along side Natasha and Clint, but I'm different from them completely, when I was young I was what most considered the black sheep of the family ,being born in a high class Russian family you would think that I would be perfect being privileged enough to have money to get us food or a nice house to shelter us from the freezing winter, you would think that but no I was always getting into trouble.
"Alex?" I was snapped put of my by Steve who was staring at me
"Oh sorry" I said putting the keys into the key hole.
"What on your mind Alex?"
"Everything Steve" I said as tears filled my eyes looking over at all the family pictures, but one in particular which was of my brother and I three days before I left Moscow,we were hugging so tight I thought we would merge together, knowing Steve had followed my gaze I knew he had found a piece of my past I was not willing to give up quite yet.
"This one's new.who is he p" Steve questioned walking towards the picture
"My brother kristopher," I said walking to put the flowers in a vase.
"What would you like Steve?" I asked through the opening where the bar was
"Coffee if you don't mind."he said still was looking at the pictures like he always did when he was over
"Coming up cap"I laughed turning to make the coffee and a bagel for myself because I was starving
I felt hands on my hips and jumping I turned around to see steve looking down at me.
