In which, the daughter of Steve Rogers (Captain America) and Peggy Carter, gets sent to another earth by the means of the Infinity gauntlet and finds her way into the arms of Superman.
I can't promise that she won't feel like she's about to Break...
Bruce walks towards the broken down, Wayne Manor. The path covered in, tall, withered, grass.
Not long after walking in, he finds a seat next to his parent's tombstones. he stares longingly at them until Alfred walks in.
"You know you can't win this," Alfred speaks up, "It's suicide."
"I'm older now than my father ever was...This may be the only thing I do that matters."
Alfred gives him a disbelieving look, "Twenty years of fighting criminals amounts of nothing?"
"Criminals are like weeds, Alfred. Pull one up, another grows in its place. This is about the future of the world. This is my legacy,"
Bruce pauses. Images, memories, they began to play in his head. They haunt him every night and every morning when he wakes up from the nightmares.
"My father sat me down right here. Told me what Wayne Manor was built on. Railroads, real estates, and oil,"
"The first generation made their fortune trading with the French. Pelts and skins-" Bruce steps further away from Alfred before finishing his sentence, "they were hunters," He leaves Alfred in the disturbing silence nothing, but wind, blowing in some fall leaves.
Bruce passes a tombstone that Read's 'Richard John Grayson', he couldn't even look at it.
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He passes the gravestone and never looks back, For if he does it would bring back painful memories. Memories from the day that he couldn't save his son.
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Kent Farm
Smallville, Kansas
"Awwwwe Clark was so cute....so, the cape was always a thing?"
"Oh...yeah," Martha says a matter of factly, in exaggeration.
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"You know the cape is actually good thing, it helps with aerodynamics," Sarah says with a smile before breaking out into laughter.
Before long they get lost in their laughter, until headlights shine through the blinds.
Sarah furrows her eyebrows, "Expecting anyone?" She questions walking towards the window.
"This late at night?...No," she responds, shaking her head back and forth.
Sarah peaked through the curtains, several men jumped out of a van, carrying AK-47's.
"Martha," Sarah whispers grabbing the attention of Martha.
"Go up stairs. Don't even make a sound, I'll come get you when everything's okay," Martha nods, not even questioning Sarah's words.
With a frightened look in here eyes Martha walks hesitantly into her bedroom. Something didn't feel right. A hand comes up behind her, muffling her scream. The masked man turns her around, placing his finger where his lips are.
"Shhhhhh"
Martha couldn't see this, but he was smiling under his face mask, he removes his hand gun from his holster and lifts it to her head. Martha eyes the barrel, quiet whimpers escapes her lips.
"You're not going to die...yet," he responds sickly.
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Sarah glances at the men now surrounding her, "Sure you want to do this?" She questions raising her eyebrows. Sarah wanted to give them a choice, aware that they're bones would most likely be broken after this.
The hostile closest to her looks to the rest of the men behind him, as if he's silently telling them something. He lets loose his riffle, the strap around his chest never lets it fall to the floor.
"Smart...my suit is bullet proof...who's first?" She questions holding her fists up.
"Stop!...Or she dies," say a Russian accent, one that sounded, 'very' familiar to her.
Sarah ceases her fighting stance. Her arms falls as she turns towards the porch.
Martha grunt in pain. The man pushes Martha in front of himself whilst holding a gun to her head.
On instinct, Sarah lifts her hand to teleport his weapon away. Seconds pass. The weapon's still in his hand.
The masked man smiles, "Make your choice...one wrong move and bye-bye Martha. Either way, you're coming with us,"
"So, if you just want me, why not just take 'me' and leave her?"
"She's leverage...to make sure you don't do anything,"
The man, almost pushes Martha down the steps.
"Hey, careful!" Sarah spits at him, "Why don't you take that mask off? Show me your face..."
"In do time, Krasnaya Zvezda,"
Sarah's eyes widened, breathing heavily.
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Sarah never thought she would ever hear that name again, especially here, on this earth, of all places. Hydra doesn't even exist here. She was so succumbed by these thoughts that she didn't even seem to notice the metal collar being placed around her neck.
