IN THE SILENCE: a Steve Rogers Story

27*

"Are you sure about this?" Steve asked as we sat in the jet. Everyone was getting ready.

"I'm positive."

Going to destroy baron strucker was long overdue. The whole team was on this mission. It was just Steve and I left in the parked jet.

"Okay. If you are feeling weak you let us know and retreat." He said.

I gave him a look. He sighed.

"Go until you can't." He said.

"Thank you." I said.

"But I swear to god aria if you hurt yourself..."

"Rogers we're on this line. Shut up while you still can." Tony said into our earpieces.

I chuckled and kissed Steve's cheek. "Bye." I whispered.

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I walked with Tony into a room. It was dark. Quite empty.

"You take east side." Tony said.

"Okay." I whispered.

I walked through the halls. It was quiet. Dark.

And then...the room seemed to change.

"Daddy no!"

Punches being thrown. I threw myself at my dads legs while he stabbed my mom.

"Daddy no! Please no! Daddy!" I screamed.

I felt a blow to my stomach. I could feel her pain as the burning in my ribs started......

My dad held my arm and slammed me against the wall.

"You do not have a choice in the matter." He said as he slapped me.

"But I-"

Punched.

The room started to spin. I heard the gunshots. I looked over and saw myself shooting my dad multiple times in that warehouse.

"Well done........"

"You've killed me aria. Now what?"

"You've killed me. I'm with your mom now."

"You're alone."

"Alone."

I gasped as I woke. Steve was above me. We were in...the jet?

"I told you to stay alert and careful." Steve said.

I looked around. Everyone was sitting quietly.

"What?"

"You never listen... this is why you don't deserve to be on the team."

I looked at him with tears in my eyes. Everyone was looking down.

"What?"

"You're getting dropped off in Washington D.C. tomorrow."

"But Steve-"

I heaved for air and opened my eyes.

"Woah. Hey. It's okay." Steve whispered. I was laying in the jet. Something was off. I think we won but...

"I thought you..I-"

Steve stared at me.

"Am I still dreaming?" I whispered.

"No." He said.

I looked over at Nat. She was tending to Clint.

"You took a hit kid. There's this mind girl. She's weird." Tony said. He handed me a bottle of water. I took a small sip and sat against the jet wall.