2023
It's been several months since Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff gave their lives to bring back the trillions murdered in the decimation.
In the wake of the post - apocalyptic clean up, and the entirety of the universe adjusting to home the life...
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"It's not over till it's all been said. It's not over till your dying breath. So, what do you want them to say when you're gone? That you gave up, or that you kept going on?"
Louis Tomlinson, Just Hold On
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W H E N Steve woke a few hours later, in the dark of the cell, he couldn't feel his hands. They were red and numb, and hurt to bend.
Charlie was asleep besides him, her face buried into the cold pillow. Her arms were wrapped loosely around herself, and even in the dark, Steve could see the white of her skin.
He didn't know what happened to her. He only knew a mutation set in; they had gotten exactly what they wanted. And now that they had her right where they wanted her to be, he feared for what would come next. He feared for how she'd be used in their plans for whatever it was they wanted done.
She woke a few hours later, green eyes staring at a blurry reflection of her in the metal ceiling. Her lips fell as she gasped and brought a shaky hand up to her hair, recognizing for the first time it was white. It wasn't blonde, it was as white as the snow that fell from the sky. Or the canvas paper she used to draw on.
Steve was sitting across the room, a book in his hand, but he couldn't get himself to enjoy what he was reading. His mind was too preoccupied with worrying thoughts of Charlie's survival.
"Steve?" She whispered in the quiet room. "What happened?"
"What do you remember?" He asked. The book was set aside and he leaned forward, his elbows resting on the tops of his knees.
Charlie shivered. "I remember ice. And water. And cold."
"I don't know what they did to you." Steve said, a whisper in the room.
Before their conversation could continue, the door to the room opened and the guard walked in; along with three others.
"No, no. Not again." Charlie said as she began to cry. "Please, no."
"Noah needs you now." The guard said, grabbing her arm and pulled her from the bed.
"No. Stop." Charlie tried to fight but she was still too weak and too tired to fight. "Steve, help! Don't let them take me!" She cried.
The other guards had guns pointed towards Steve, and fired a warning shot when he took a step forward.
When Charlie was pulled from the room, the door shut behind the guards and they started down the hallway. Charlie continued to fight and pull her arms, but it was no use.
