For the Love of a Patriot || 𝗖𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮 ✔️ [#wattys 2018]

5 | Raining Glass

Sitting alone in the college library at ten at night, I was seriously contemplating going into therapy. Fury had given me the rock to examine and I hadn't even looked at it since he left.

I buried my head in my folded arms. The more I wanted to deny it, the more I looked around the room and realized it was true.

I could decipher everything.

The only reason I wasn't able to before, he explained, was because I wasn't aware that I could.

I sighed and slightly lifted my head and looked at the case in front of me.

"Save the world," I mumbled to my self and scoffed. "I can barely get through the day without spilling something on someone and he says I can 'Save the world'!" I waved my hand around sarcastically as I was beginning to talk to no one.

I sighed, blew my cheeks, and brushed my hair backward.

I'm pretty sure I'm going crazy.

I side eyed the case again and held my chin in the palm of my hand. I was curious.

Very curious.

I snatched the case from the table and pulled it into my lap. "Hell, I'm already crazy."

I opened it and stared at the glowing golden chunk. The writing was in characters, characters that I had never seen before, but I somehow knew what they meant. It was like they spoke their own language and I was the one to hear them.

"F...frafya...frafya eampin kintrray...?" I mumbled, concentrating on the rock's secret language. "Frafya..." I repeated again. There seemed to be no exact word in English for it, but I knew what it meant.

"Power...isn't...no cannot... be..." I creased my eyebrows. Reading it and knowing what it was was the easy part, but expressing what they meant out loud...that was hard.

I took a breath to try again. "Fraf--" before I could finish the word, there was a blast and suddenly I could see that glass was raining from the ceiling windows.

Out of reflex, I covered my head.

There was an extremely loud thump about twenty feet in front of me and I looked up, startled.

A fairly large man with a fully shaved head and a tattoo of a skull with octopus arms on the back of it was kneeling down like he had done some sort of superhero landing. His outfit was a sleeveless black vest looking thing, black pants, and the heaviest black boots I'd ever seen.

I looked up at the large broken through space in the glass ceiling with wide eyes and back at him.

He looked up me with a sinister smile and instinctively, I whimpered. His face looked like it was what the devil was made of.

"You are girl they sent me to get. You are smaller than they made you seem." He stood. He had a thick German or Russian accent, I wasn't really paying attention.

I looked up at him, fearfully.

Someone sent that to get me? Get me for what?

"W...what..." I stuttered. "What do you want from me?" My voice squeaked as I started shaking. I couldn't maintain my composure.

He began walking towards me slowly and I started slowly shaking my head.

"You are polyglot girl, no? Hydra wants you alive."

He lunged at me and I fell backward out of my chair to avoid him. I wasn't always the most athletic in the bunch, I ran track and skated, but at least I was quick.

The colossal man stumbled as my body hit the floor and the rock rolled away.

"No!" I scampered backward between two narrow bookshelves where the stone had gone.

"You are quick little mouse, but you will not hide forever." I heard him laugh haughtily behind me and I turned onto my stomach to crawl.

Before I could reach the way out through the other side, I felt the two shelves beginning to tip inwards. I let out a panicked yelp as I covered my head again. He pushed the bookcases in to trap me.

With my head covered, my breathing began to speed up and I felt a panic attack coming on. "What the hell, what the hell, what the hell, what the hell, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!" I muttered over and over again.

A sudden large hand clamped around my ankle and I shrieked. He pulled me out from under the toppled bookcases as I scratched the ground, doing whatever I could to make him stop pulling me. "Let me go! Let me go!" I shrieked repeatedly, kicking my legs, turned over on my back. "Help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

The man laughed. "No one will help you, little mouse. I will take you now." He pulled me in by my legs and picked me up by my waist as I tried with ill results to punch, knee, and kick my way out of his arms. "You are feisty." He said as he threw me over his shoulder and turned. I let out a loud hiss, the rock under a book catching my eye. They wouldn't get it. Whoever they were, they wouldn't get the rest of the stone because that's why they wanted me. Whoever they were they had the rest of it.

I violently jabbed my elbow into his back, knowing from experience that hitting the rhomboid would be painful as hell. He yelled out. I suddenly felt myself being thrown across the room. I bounced off of a table and fell to the ground.

Ouch.

I groaned and slowly tried to push myself up, but my limbs simply just wouldn't let me. He had a grip on my hair and pulled my upper body up. My fingers dug into his hand and I hissed as he tugged me higher so I was kneeling on one knee, facing him. He growled at me and I scrunched up my nose at the smell of sardines from his breath. It was a very displeasing smell. "That was not very nice." He growled.

"Now Adolf, why don't we put the nice lady down and settle this like civilized gentlemen, huh?"

My eyes widened and I let out a surprised cough as the bigger guy turned his head, allowing me a visual of who had said that.

"Captain America," Adolf growled and he let my hair go and I fell completely to my knees.

He was clad in his uniform, save the helmet. His shield--which looked hella menacing from where I was slouched down on the ground-- was on his back. He had a small smirk, looking at the man who was standing by me.

"Steve?" I squeaked, surprised. His eyes shifted to me. His face changed to a hard worry. "Rachel, are you alright?"

I nodded slowly. I was beyond frazzled.

"I am taking her. You will not get in my way." Adolf said in a low voice.

Steve unfolded his arms and frowned. "We'll see about that."

A shiver went down my spine. For the first time ever, shit was about to go down and I didn't want to be there to see it happen.