My Promise

42

Abigail walked down the hallway next to Peggy. She kept quiet as Peggy was talking about something that she didn't care for since it was coming from her. She wore one of Bucky's shirt and one of Steve's pants as she walked down the hall. Her short hair was everywhere being that she didn't have time to brush it when she was forced out of her cell. She was extremely tired from not sleeping right. You could hear the sound of heels and bare feet hitting the floor as they walked together.

"And here we are," Peggy said as they stood in front of a door.

"Are you going to open it?" Peggy looked at her confused until Abigail lifted up her metal covered hands.

"Right."

She opened the door into a meeting room and there stood four women. One was a black woman with freckles, she had a mask over her eyes and black kinky hair. She wore a white dress shirt that was tucked into a long white skirt with white stockings and shoes.

There were twins with the woman in white. One had pink hair on the left side with one pink eye, her sister had green on the right side with one green eye. They were also wearing boy clothes with no shoes. They were close to each other, signaling that they didn't want anyone to come up to them and talk.

And the last one was a girl no older than sixteen. She had long white wavy hair, pale skin, and ice blue eyes. She wore a giant orange and brown striped sweater with a skirt that reached her knees. She wore yellow socks and brown shoes.

"Get them out of here. Especially that one." She motioned her hands to the group.

"What's wrong?" Peggy asked.

"They are too young for this, I mean come on, she's only sixteen Peggy. How ignorant are you? I will not have them go through this because you can't do it yourself." Abigail yelled at her. "You four a dismissed."

Abigail turned to walk out of the room but was stopped by the girl.

"Wait, why don't you think we are good enough?" The Blond girl asked, her French accent coming out.

"It's not just that you're not good enough, it's just that you guys are too young." Abigail turned around.

"I'll leave you to talk to them." Peggy took off the guards off of Abigail and turned to walk out

"Yeah, that's all you good at, running away," Abigail said with poison dipped words.

"Miss. Ridgewell, please do not fight with anyone." Peggy sighed, annoyed.

"I don't want to fight anyone." Abigail turned to her. "I just want to fight you."

"I very much like for you to not threaten me."

"What? Can't fight?" Abigail glared at her.

Peggy huffed and walked out of the room. From their first meeting, Abigail hated Peggy. She didn't know why, but she didn't like her. Later on, Peggy made decisions in her life that caused her to hate her even more.

"Miss. Ridgewell..." The white-haired girl asked.

"It's Mrs. Barnes." Abigail snapped at her.

"Barnes?" One of the girls with colored hair asked.

"Yes, what is it to you," Abigail growled.

"Are you, uh, related to, James Buchanan Barnes?" The pink hair asked.

"Uh, no. He is my husband." Abigail sighed.