" i age wonderfully "
CASSANDRA BARNES
assassin. spy. agent. super soldier.
-CAPTAIN AMERICA THE FIRST AVENGER-
-THE AVENGERS-
book one of the cassandra barnes series
cover made by the lovely @-PsychoWxrrior
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1961
Peggy gripped Cassandra's arm tightly, and pushed her into a room. An interrogation room by the looks of it. She was shoved into a chair, and one hand was cuffed to the table in front of her. She smiled at the mirror in front of her, knowing there were people behind it.
The man with the crutch limped into the room, and sat in the opposite chair. Cassandra smiled sweetly at him, then looked at Peggy, who was standing next to him.
"Peggy? Who's this?" She asked. "Daniel don't speak to her." Peggy warned. "Daniel. That's a nice name." "How are you still alive?" "Same way you are Peg. I'm only fourty-three years old." "Then how come you look the exact same as you did in 1945?" "I age wonderfully."
Peggy sighed, and left the room, leaving Daniel to speak with her alone. Out of boredom, she slid her feet on the floor, making a shrill squeaking noise. Daniel winced, and she smiled, making the squeaking noise some more.
"Stop making that noise." "What? This noise?"
More squeaks. Daniel sighed, muttering something about "giving me a migraine" and "childish" on his way out of the room. She sat in the chair, staring at the people behind the mirror. She took pride in annoying them, it was enjoyable.
After a while, Peggy entered the room again. She sat in front of Cassandra and ran her hands through her hair.
"Cassandra, who are you working for?"
Cassandra didn't want to say anything. She was trained not too, and she wasn't going back on that now.
"Nobody Peggy. The war is over, Hydra's gone. Who would I work for?" "Levithan?" "What? Peg, I was born in America. I would never work for the Soviet Union." "Dottie Underwood did."
Cassandra's breath caught, and she looked down, letting her head hang low before looking up again.
"Don't say her name." Cassandra said, her voice low. "So you know her?"
Cassandra put her face in her hands, and sniffed. A genuine tear rolled down her face, and landed in her palms.
"She trained with me. She came along when I was seventeen. Dorothy was the closest thing to a family I had, whether I was allowed to acknowledge it or not. I loved her, I loved her like a mother loves a child. When Schmidt came to take one of us, I didn't want to leave. It broke my heart to leave, she didn't deserve to be left with those horrible people in that horrible place." "Cassandra, who is 'us'?" "The Red Room, KGB." "You're one of the girls. Let me see your wrist."
