Fallen (Captain American Fan/Fic)

Chapter Three

Evangeline

Shadows scurried along the pastel, chipped walls as my mother hid me under the tables linen, and for once in my life I experienced absolute terror for the unknown danger. A large thump behind me made me turn my head. I saw my mother claw at the tiled floor. Screaming with tears trailing down her porcelain cheeks, leaving a reddened trail in their wake.

She was dragged to the middle of the kitchen, she hit the cabinets with another painful thud. They walked over to her in a slow, erect, threatening manner. They were like the walking dead. I could see every rib jutting out from behind their clothes, the joints of their limbs were like knots in a rope. These things could by no stretch of imagination be called enemies. My heart thudded against my ribcage and into my ears, I feared even they could hear it.

Fear clawed at my bones and seared into my muscles leaving me stiff as a board. They jabbed at my mother with their clawed fingers, they prodded her with their words that matched the sharp, painful cut of a knife. They didn't relent to my, and my mothers dismay. They kept asking about a jeweled relic. My mind automatically went to the prized possession my mother always locked away in her secret vault.

My mother kept silent though. No torture nor further punishment could get any information out of her. She slowly looked my way, while trying not to give away my hiding spot. She mouthed I love you to me, like it was the last time she'll ever see me. I guess at the time it was. So I mouthed it back to my dismay. Tears blurred out my vision but not before she could mouth, Close your eyes.

So I did, and her high-pitch screams and pleads will forever be seared into my memories.

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I woke up still hearing my mothers screams ringing throughout my ears. A sheen of sweat incased my body. My legs were tangled in the sheets making it almost impossible to get up. Once I did I went to my small bathroom and took a hot shower. Trying to wash away the relenting memory of my mothers death.

Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes as I looked back into my life. Despair, betrayal and pain all seared through me like a hot-poker. I scrubbed my skin with a loofah and let the smell of vanilla and lavender permeate the room.

Once I finished my shower I got out and wrapped a towel around my fragile frame. I went to the sink and washed my face of any eye boogies, not bothering to look in the mirror. I got dressed for another day of work and reluctantly headed out my door.

Tony Stark

I buttoned up my highly expensive suit in the mirror. I was thinking over on that girls file. Why a stripper? I thought to myself. That isn't really helpful for keeping a low profile. I mean yeah you have costumes and disguises to cover up your real face, but you have a crowd of men around you, DRUNK men the spew out words without meaning to and if your a success then you'll have crowds surrounding you by the minute.

Maybe that's why you were so easy to find, I thought with a shake to my head. "Hey, Capsicle! You ready?" I shouted at Steve using his hated nickname to annoy him. "As ready as I'll ever be I guess. What am I to expect at a .. dance club?" He asked. Cap looked to awkward and uncomfortable I almost laughed at his expense. "Don't worry," I said while clapping a hand on his back, "Just follow my lead, I'll take good care of you." I said with a slight smirk.