Miss America: The Daughter of Steve Rogers

Chapter 29

Later that evening, I was informed that it was time for Ophelias plan to commence.

"Rogers, lets go." The Hydra clone of my father says, unlocking my cell door. I stand up and begin to walk out, but he stops me. "And if you try anything tonight, I will kill you. I won't hesitate."

I look up at him and pat his shoulder. "Relax. I'm smart enough to know when I'm out-matched."

"Knowing you're outmatched and still fighting anyway is in your blood." He glares.

"Was that a crack at my father?" I raise my brow. "The man, who without him, you would literally be nothing."

"I'm nothing like him."

"Yet you came from his DNA." I smirk and shove him out of my way.

Walking towards the artillery room, we meet Ophelia. I stop and look at her.

"As soon as we're done, Peter and Ned go free." I tell her.

"If tonight goes according to plan, I will let them go, yes." She assures me.

"And you promise, no harm will come to them?" I question. She nods her head.

"I promise." Then she glares at me. "And you swear the plan will go down without a hitch?"

"I solemnly promise, the plan will be executed." I raise my right hand. "I'm a woman of my word."

"Just like you're father." She smirks and we get on the jet. The evil clone types in the coordinates and we make our way to the water supply facility.

Technically, I didn't lie. The plan will happen, just not hers. She has no idea I called in for back up and any minute now, they will be arriving at the location I sent. Peter and Ned will be okay.

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On a Quinjet, Wanda, Sam, and Bucky make their way towards Peter and Ned.

"Land on the roof." Bucky tells Sam.

"Look, we don't know what we're getting into, so we need to keep our guard up." Sam says as the jet touches down.

"Let's just focus on getting Em and her friends out of here." Wanda states and they nod in agreement.

Stealthily, they make their way into the building. It seems abandoned, no one insight. Then Sam sees the cell door to where Peter and Ned are being held captive. Ned sees them immediately. 

"Uh, Peter?" He questions, noticing Bucky raising his gun to blow the door off its hinges.

Peter turns his head and sees what Ned sees. "Mr. Barnes?" He questions, then realized he's about to blow the door up and grabs Ned and covers him with his body.

The smoke and dust clear as the three Avengers step through the blown cement.

"Boy, am I glad to see you guys!" Peter exclaims, then glances around. "Where's Em?"

"You mean she's not with you?" Bucky asks. The boys shake their head.

The five of them rush out of the cell and begin searching the building, too to bottom. But there's no sign of Emerson Rogers.

"If she's not here, then where is she?" Sam asks, worried for his friend.

Wanda looks to Peter and Ned. "Where's Ophelia? Wherever she is, is where Em is."

"We, Uh, don't know...." Ned trails off nervously. "Um, ma'am."

"The water supply facility." Peter mutters. "It must be happening tonight."

"Cmon." Bucky says. "No time to lose."

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Ophelia sits in the pilot seat as the Hydra clone and I sit in the back, preparing ourselves for the mission.

My mind is reeling, hopeful that Peter and Ned are now safe. Then I look over at the clone of my father. He just sits there, glaring at me.

"You don't like me, do you?" I ask him. He scoffs.

"You're the daughter of the man who's DNA runs through my veins." He says sternly. "Of course I don't like you."

"That is kind of weird." I say, looking off towards the front window.

"Whatever." He rolls his eyes.

"I don't want to impose." I say softly, "but why were you made?"

"My job as a soldier is to bring pain and strife to humanity." He says emotionless.

"You say that like soldiers and humanity are two different things." I say, he turns to me with a raised brow. "I mean soldiers aren't machines." I look down, the thought of my life as a soldier plastered in my mind. "We're just people."

"You might be." He scoffs. "I'm just a carbon copy of your dad. I'm just a soldier."

"With that attitude, you'll never amount to anything." I tell him, he curls his fist. "I'm just saying, that you may have come from someone else, but you're here now, making your own decisions, living your own life. So do you really want to spend it with that mindset?"

"Stop that." He glares, grabbing me by the collar and raising me up. "We're not the same, you and I. We have different goals, different minds, different lives. You have no idea what you're talking about."

"Maybe not." I say, grabbing his hand in mine and squeezing it hard until he drops me back to my feet. "I feel sorry for you. You're too far gone. You can't be saved."

I drop his hand from mine and begin walking towards the front of the jet.

"I don't need saving!" He raises his voice.

"I can't save someone who's already dead." I mutter under my breathe.

"Was that a threat?" He grits his teeth and tightens his fists.

"No. It's a fact."