Scars

Winter Soldier Assault

Winter Soldier assault:

I was in Washington D.C. with some collage friends when it happened. The night he came. The night I almost died.

My friends and I had decided to meet up for spring break and go on a road-trip to D.C. It was great so far. We arrived on Monday around 5:45p.m. and spent the night in a four star hotel. For the rest of the week we explored the capital city, seeing new sights, trying new foods, and making new memories. You are probably wondering how many of us there are.

Well, there's me, Lizzy Vogt (shoulder-length, blonde hair; blue eyes; 20yrs old), Peter Holland (long, dark hair; blue eyes; 20yrs old), Henry Sylvestri (dark hair; dark brown eyes; 19yrs old), and Kristiaan Voss (short, dark hair; hazel eyes; 21yrs old). So that makes five of us.

Anyway... it was Friday night, around 8:30, the last night in D.C. Everyone was getting ready to go swimming in the hotel's outdoor pool. Well, everyone but me. I had twisted my ankle today on the steps of the Abraham Lincoln statue. Yay me.

"You sure you don't wanna come down?" asked Lizzy as she packed her dry clothes back into the suitcase. I looked up from my sketch book and smirked.

"Henry might soak me. Again," I reminded her. "And besides, the pool closes at 11:30pm. So I won't be alone for that long."

"Is there anyway I can convince you to come down? Even for a little bit?" The blonde persisted, slinging her towel over her shoulder. I thought for a moment.

"Maybe if we have ice-cream afterwards. And play games," I gave in, placing the sketch book down and turning towards the edge of the bed. Smiling, Lizzy helped me off of the bed and into the bathroom then handed me my swim suit and board shorts.

A few minutes later, Lizzy was helping me limp into the indoor pool of the hotel. As we entered the large, echoing, nearly empty room, the three dark-headed, shirtless boys were having a cannon-ball competition.

"Hey girls," called Kristiaan, tall and lean, from the water. "Did you finally decided to join us?"

"Look out below!" Henry hollered as he rushed past us, nearly jumped on top of Kristiaan, and created a huge splash. It was a good thing Lizzy and I hadn't reached the edge of the pool yet, otherwise we would have been soaked. Unfortunately, Peter had been standing at the edge and was wiping the water from his eyes.

"Now try to top that!" Henry dared any of us as he swam to the side of the pool and climbed out. Lizzy helped me to the edge, where I sat down.

"I'm good," replied Peter, wading back into the pool. Lizzy smirked and cracked her knuckles. Throwing our towels onto some chairs, she ran to the pool and jumped in. Water went everywhere.

"Woo-hoo! Way to go, Lizzy!" Shouted Kristiaan as the girl shook her hair from her eyes.

"So Peter, which one was bigger," I inquired the blue-eyed boy. "Lizzy's or Henry's?"

"Judging by how far the water went, I would say Lizzy's," he answered, receiving a several shouts of agreement. Henry rolled his eyes playfully then sat down next to me.

"So do you guys wanna play another game or just chill?" Asked Kristiaan.
"Anything that will get Bree wet." Henry teased, smirking. I pushed the muscular boy into the water.

"Nobody's getting me wet," I said defiantly, and immediately jinxed myself. Henry splashed me with water then pulled me in by my waist. Everyone laughed as I failed to wriggle out of his grip.

"Henry Sylvestri, put me down!" I demanded, playfully punching him as he lifted me onto his shoulders.

"I'll put you down... after we have a chicken fight," he replied, balancing himself in the water.