After the spaghetti lunch, which everyone enjoyed, Abigail was cleaning the kitchen.
"Abigail!" Steve yelled from the living room. "Come, watch a movie with us." She walked out of the kitchen, and to the others.
Wanda, Tony, Bruce, Bucky, Steve, and Clint sat on the couch around the TV.
"Are we going to watch it on the giant black mirror! The Solider showed me how to work it." She sat in between Bucky and Steve.
"It's called a TV, Abigail," Bucky told her.
"Oh shush Solider. Anyway, what are we watching?" She asked.
"And we have a surround sound, which is awesome." Tony said." Pocahontas, ever heard of it?" She shook her head. "You'll love it! I was watching it with Pepper, and I don't want to go back, so we'll start here." He clicked on the movie and it started to load
"What's it about?" She asked him. Bucky wrapped an arm around her shoulder, which she leaned into.
"It's about Indians and Pilgrims." He sat back, and the show started.
"We've got to save him." a man said on the TV. "He'd do the same for us!"
"Thomas is right, we got to do something." a Scottish accent came from a man.
"Savages..." Abigail mumbled to herself, but Bucky heard.
"What can you expect, from filthy little heathens?"
"Heathens?" Abigail said out loud, she was surprised at this.
"What you get when races are diverse! Their skin's a hellish red!" She looked down at her arm. "They're only good when dead! They're vermin, as I said, and worse! They're savages!" Abigail flinched every time they said savages.
"Savages! Barely even human
Savages! Savages! Drive them from our shore! They're not like you and me Which means they must be evil
We must sound the drums of war!
They're savages! Savages! Dirty shrieking devils! Now we sound the drums of war!"
Steve saw how uncomfortable she got, she even got out of Bucky's arm and scooted to the edge of her seat.
"This is what we feared. The pale face is a demon. The only thing they feel at all is greed. Beneath that milky hid, there's an emptiness inside. I wonder if they even bleed!" Two native American men turned to the audience.
Wanda saw The WindMaker stood in front of the TV. He was getting angry at this.
"Is that how was seen?" He yelled at the screen. "If they want a savage, they'll get a savage!"
"WindMaker no!" She yelled at him. "Don't!" He looked back at her, then went and played by her feet.
"They're savages! Savages!
"Barely even human Savages! Savages! Killers at the core" She wrapped her arms around herself.
"They're different from us. Which means they can't be trusted. We must sound the drums of war!"
"They're savages! Savages! First, we deal with this one. Then we sound the drums of war"
"Savages! Savages! Let's go get a few, men!" The man with the purple suit made her scared. Bucky saw how she was shifting in her seat. "Savages! Savages! Now it's up to you, men!
Savages! Savages! Barely even human! Now we sound the drums of war!" She started to shake.
"Tony! Turn off the TV." Steve said to him. "Now."
"Why? This is the best part!" He lifted his hand. "Plus it's almost over old timer." He turned it up more to drown out Steve.
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FanfictionThe swinging 40's Everyone is happy. The war was far from america, and who cares about that. That was til they attacked us. The last day with her fiancee, before he was shipped off to the war. Abigail wake up a hundred years later. What has happen t...
