Whisper and the Winter Soldier

The Stranger

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White walls. Closing in, Shannon could feel her feet walking the same path as they had many times, the same claustrophobic routine for what seemed like an eternity. White walls, slow steps.

"WALK CHILD, WALK!!!" The woman's voice vibrated off the wall.

"Hail Hydra"

Shannon woke up with a scream caught in her throat, the walls were no longer white but a bright blue, she was in bed, not marching around her cell. Everything was safe here, the clothes she had taken off were still thrown on the floor, the moving boxes still propped up against her wardrobe. Shannon looked out of her only window, she could hear the steady drum of New York traffic, the constant buzz telling her she wasn't alone, better then any silence.

She turned peaking at her phone on the bedside cabinet, her deep brown eyes squinting when the screen lit up, 5.00 am.
Great.
She had to be up in a few hours for a day full of taking calls and listening to her co worker Super Stacey talk about how together her life was.

Turning, Shannon's heart beat slowly returned to normal.
"Your safe" She forcefully told herself, sighing she relaxed and relaxed back in to her bed.
Slowly the bed, the cabinets and wardrobe slowly fell back on the ground.

Damn powers.

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"So I said to him, fine I'll take both your numbers and will have to put them in a hat" Stacey droned on, Shannon eyes drooped as she forgot what had even happened for them to be on the topic of Stacey's love life.

This morning, she had felt like she had made an effort today, even calming the dark brown mane of hair that normally stuck out at every opportunity in to a pony tail, she wore her grey trousers and a lilac top that went with her tanned skin but surprise, surprise Stacey had worn a skirt so small, if she bent down, Shannon could tell what colour knickers she had picked too.

Shannon suddenly stood up and turned away from Stacey making her stop mid sentence, she was bored, she should of trained last night, that's why the nightmare had creeped in.

She wasn't strong enough, she knew it and they probably knew it too. After everything that happened in Washington, she had to be careful her past, it had even trended on twitter at one point for god sake, she had made precautions, changing her name and moving to New York. But she knew they would try to find her, she had to train more.

Back in the sanctuary of home, Shannon shrugged out of her coat, winter had always been her favourite season but this one seemed to back more bite, her head ached from keeping her senses in check for eight hours at work, she had once peaked in to Stacey's mind, it was hard to look her in the eye for a few days after, never again.

She sat at her small, flat pack table and stared out at the lights fighting the coming darkness, she was lucky in a way with what had happened in Washington, she was more aware of what they had done to her, the experiments.
Some days she thought she was going crazy, that it was all in her head, she mused for a while, the remnants of her nightmare flashing in her eyes, she remembered everything, the safeness of home back in Britain so many years ago, the terror of her cell, the joy of freedom and the realization of what they had made her in to.

For a second she used her powers, stretching the force in her mind for any living thing around her, it was like a invisible paw clawing at any mind it could find. Mrs Bates, the woman who owned seven cats named after the seven dwarves was wondering what to watch but apart from that, nothing. Complete silence, god she hated the silence.

Pushing herself from her solace at the kitchen window,  she moved to her bedroom, sighing she removed her work clothes and changed in to a pair of skinny, grey jeans she found in her wardrobe and a black vest top, finished with her brown military jacket.
She was ready.