Persuasion »Quicksilver

The broken

Tucking my hair behind my ears, I jogged down the metal stair case. My feet clanged against the surface, but there was no one around to hear.

After Steve left the room, the atmosphere of the room had got thick. The overwhelming feeling of all the air being used up had tightened around my chest. It got hard the breathe, hard to think.

I had slipped away once the arguing restarted. Without thinking of a destination, I let my feet lead the way.

The Sokovia Accords were intrusive and controlling. They restrict us, the avengers, from making our own decisions.
Deciding for us who is good and who is evil.

However they are necessary.

Maybe it's the guilt of feeling responsible for death, but I can't see a better way. Even if it does mean being babysat.

My pace slows.

'Base level'

I walk quietly up to the door and gingerly try the handle. The door swings open with an ominous creak, sending a rush of adrenaline through me. The dark corridor stretches out before me, dim lighting falling lazily across.

My palms glow gently but i do not try to stop it.

Heart thumping widely I count my breaths as I step.

One...two...

Surprisingly there are no guards or agents down the corridor, the Sokovia Accords must have drawn them away. There must be some CCTV... maybe lasers...

When I make it to the familiar door, one that haunts my dreams, I think about my actions.

I promised myself- I promised my friends, that I would never return here.

I promised to let my brother rot alone.

But...the temptation to just look at him one more time claws desperately at me. I can go in now.
No one would ever know.

Again, the door is unlocked.

Before I can think twice, I push it open.

The light from my palms basks the room in a soft glow. I bite my lip, tasting the metallic bitterness of my own blood. Leaving the security of the doorway, I step cautiously towards the one way glass.

At first I think he has gone. The tiny room furnished only with a basic bed and table could pass for almost homely. Despite this, a shiver dances down my spine.

My eyes land on my brother. He sitting on the bed and faces the opposite wall, his behaviour catatonic.
I press my hand gently against the cool glass, the air leaving me. It still shocks me even now.

Harry's head raises slowly, then turns towards me. I step away from the glass.

My brother looks directly at me, his expression blank. He waves his fingers eerily.

I shudder.

His hand falls down, though his gaze remains on me. A silence falls around me, as if the world is muted.

A connection still buzzes between us.

We are both the product of our fathers power and greed. I can't help but think maybe my brother is not too far lost. He could change sides, turn over a new leaf. If only I could speak to him...

"What are you doing Kat?"

I flinch at the voice, turning around.

Steve Rogers leans against the door way, light behind him in a golden aura. His expression is concerned, as his eyes look at me searchingly.

I look back with equal concern.

Dark shadows circle Steve's eyes, a sign of sleepless nights. His posture is exhausted, shoulders falling in slightly. The super soldier looks like he needs a hug.

"He's too far gone, Kat. Your brother...this is what he is now."

I nod mutely.

"It's not your fault Kat."

"I could have looked for him...I knew he was with my father, but I didn't even try to find him again." I sigh, dragging a hand through my hair.

"Kat-" Steve tries, but I'm not finished.

"He shouldn't be like this!" I say, voice rising, as I gesture widely at the cell "we shouldn't be like this." I add softly, voice barely a whisper.

In two strides, Steve has enclosed me in his arms. After a moment he places a hand on my shoulder reassuringly.

"Kat your like a little sister to me, so take it from me when I say you have done no wrong. This isn't your fault. It's your fathers." His face hardens. " HYDRA has taken someone from both of us. I've made it my mission to right their wrongs. "

"Bucky..."

The man nods, his hand falling to his sides.

" I have to leave, Kat."

My mouth parts slightly, confusion etched on my face.

"What about the Sokovia Accords?"

Steve's frowns slightly, a glimmer of anger in his eyes. His thoughts raise in volume but I ignore them.

"I have to go to a funeral in Britain. My...close friend has passed away. I have to."

Sympathy fills me, as I look at the breaking man.
How could he think about the Sokovia accords now? The issue looms like a heavy cloud over us, waiting the cry rain. Our opinions on it may differ, but Steve is still family.

And family means no one gets left behind.

"Let me come with you."

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