My Promise

11

Abigail walked around the square cell a couple of hundred times. He hands lightly touching the padded cells. She was sleep deprived. Not having anything or anyone to help her sleep, so she just stayed up.

Her hands touched the cold metal door. After she ran past it, her small smile fell. She didn't know why, but she had a sudden rush of anger go threw her.

She went back to the metal door and slammed her hands on the metal door. She started to scream random things, profanities, words in her language and saying she's not crazy.

She slammed her self against the door, demanding to be free. Her knuckles started to bleed abit from the impacts, her throat started to burn from screaming, and her vison blurred from the angry tears that fell from her eyes.

She layed her palms on the door, she suddenly stopped. Her hair fell into her face. Her back was arched, her shoulder shaking, her breathing was heavy and shook.

She hated the Avengers, she hated how they treated her just like everyone else did, she hated how they made her be crazy, she hated the sound of the chains made when she moved her hands. She felt trapped.

She slammed her palm against the door one more time, and stood up straight, and sat in the far corner, underneath the camera, just out of there view.

Tony watched her for the last few days. He wanted to send in another bot, but she broke the last three he sent in, and they were expansive to make. He sighed.

He walked into her cell. She had her face hiding in her knees. He stops in front of her.

"What was it like to live with Steve?"

She stayed silent and still for abit. She lifted her hand and patted the floor in front of her. He took the seat, sitting criss-cross, and watched her.

She untangled herself from her ball and whipped the stray tears from her face. She took a deep breath and looked at him.

"Steve was a tiny dandelion floof of concentrated righteous fury." a small smile spread on her face.

They both laughed about tiny floof Steve.

--TIME SKIP(an hour)--

"How did you know my father?" Tony asked her. They both sat with their backs aginst the wall and drinking some wine that F.R.I.D.A.Y sent in.

"He was ten, and I may have been eight, nine? I can't remember." She took a sip. "I was in an arranged marriage with him."

"Wait, you were going to marry him?" Tony turned his body to her.

"Yeah," She sighed, and swirled her glass. "But, we didn't like each other that way, so we became business partners instead. Later down that road, we grew closer, and we basically became brother and sister."

Tony looked in his glass, he thought for awhile. He took the bottle and filled up both there glasses, and tossed the empy bottle across the room.

"So would that make you, my aunt?" He watched her. She looked like she was thinking about it, and nodded her head softly.

"Yeah, I guess I would be. Aunt Abigail, man I'm old." She laughed.

"I feel weird now for hitting on you a few days ago."

"It's okay, you didn't know." She layed the back of her head on the wall.

"Why did you go freeze yourself, and not stay around?" He put his head on her shoulder.

He felt her breath hitch, and breath it out. She layed her head on his. She put her wine glass on the floor next to her right thigh and wrapped both of her arms around his arm that was closer to her. She took the wine glass from his hand and put it next to hers.