Winters Daughter

Welcome to 107

It is late night and pouring rain. Everyone around me is still sleeping, like babies if you can imagine. I was felt that I was lucky enough to have my bed near a window, sometimes that's how I kept my sanity. The calming pattern of the raindrops kind of put me into a trance. I was kind of startled when Steve spoke, 

"Eddiee, why aren't you alseep?" It was a challenge to keep my true identity from Steve, to be honest I'm not even quite sure how he made it here, he has asthma after all. 

"I might ask you the same thing?" I inquired hoping it'd make him back off; in which it did. 

By the time dawn came I had just fallen into a light sleep. I got shaken roughly awake. I laced up by boots and went out for breakfast. I ate alone, as usual. It felt weird not to be noticed, and it was hard being apart from everything you've ever known. I left it all behind, every last detail, from my family to my once long hair. 

I kept to myself during our physical labor activities that included running, push-ups, jumping jacks, army crawling, climbing over obstacles, and other things of the sorts. I got so bored here, doing the same things. I awaited my chance to get on the front lines, I was just dying to get out of here. I've been told I'm an average soldier, but to me it just means I'm qualified. One day Steve leaves with Agent Carter and a doctor with round glasses and thinning hair I'm only naturally curious. Several days later he's on the cover of a newspaper, holding a car door, he saved a civilian, but what's more interesting to me is that he looks different and not the scrawny Steve I've grown to know, but much more muscular. 

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I'm finally among the ranks, five miles from the front. We're all gathered around a stage while 'Captain America' is giving us a speech, which isn't going to well. In fact, tomatoes are getting thrown at him. He caught me eye once and I think he recognized me, though I look much different from the girl I was in Brooklyn. I wound my way through the crowd of soldiers and made it to the edge so I could overhear the conversation he was having with commander Phillips. He was talking about the great deal of men who had gotten captured, killed, or went missing. I had gotten here just after that happened. I got the 107th out of it, and then Barnes. It was all I could do from screaming. Then when Steve said something about a rescue mission because Phillips wasn't having it, I perked up. 

I followed him into the tent where his temporary dressing room was set up. Agent Carter was there, but I was coming with weather they agreed with it or not. I waited until she left to talk to Steve. 

"I'm coming with you, Steve." I said confidently. 

He looked at me trying to find my face in his memory. "Eddith?" 

"Don't be so surprised." I rolled my eyes, "If my father's still has a chance of being alive, I'm going with to help find him and any others captured." 

"Well... I don't think that's a good idea I planned on going solo." 

I narrowed my eyes, "You don't have a choice." 

"I guess I don't." He laughed. "But you can't come." 

"What more do I have to say and do to come along?" 

"Look, it's not up for debate." He said and left with his things. Like this was going to stop me. I followed from a distance until I ended up aboard a Stark plane. Once I knew we were to far to come back I showed myself from the corner I was hiding in. 

"And who might this straggler be?" Agent Carter said. 

"Dammit Eddith." 

"What?" I shrugged like it was no big deal. "I told you I was coming." I took a seat next to him. 

"Eddith?" Carter said questioningly. 

"Peggy? Is it?" I said loosing my patience. 

"Might I ask how you acquired this position?" 

"I had a friend go through the process until it was training time." 

"That's illegal." She said. 

"And isn't this technically an unapproved mission? We all do what we think is best." I said bluntly. They both kind of started to laugh. Agent Carter gave Steve some device I was only half listening, it was to call the plane back. We started to hear gunshots go off as the arieal craft swirled around in the air. Although from what I hear Mr. Stark is an excellent pilot. 

"Eddith, you coming?" Steve said ready to jump, out the plane he went into the chaos and I followed hoping if I did get shot, it'd be lethal. I Fell a while before I remembered to pull the cord. I had a rough landing into the cold snow.