Color Of Hope (Captain America Fanfic) Chapter 1:
A/N: Hey! Thanks for reading my fanfiction. There is a lot of inspiration behind why I chose to write this story. One is the release of the new Captain America movie (absolutely amazing, everyone should see it). The other reason is more personal. My best friend told me that I was a horrible writer, and it well…broke me. I have not written anything in over three months, but I want to prove to myself more than her that I can write, even if it's not the best writing in the world. It would mean a lot to me if you left a comment, telling me how I was doing, what I should fix, and encouragement. Thanks and I really hope you enjoy (I poured my soul into this story). (PS: I know the story is a bit boring now, I PROMISE it will get better, money back guaranteed :) .)
Sometimes, Eveline just needed to get away from it all. When life became too much for her, or she felt pushed down by others, she would escape to a small field in an unexpectedly empty area of Washington DC. It was next to the river, and was hidden by a clump of trees. There, Eveline would rest.
She would lay there for hours, letting her thoughts drift through the soft blue sky and hitch a ride on the cotton candy clouds.
She once again found herself in her secluded spot, because she had gotten into a fight with her sister.
Despite being twins, sometimes Eveline felt as though she and her sister were worlds apart. They had fought about something so ridiculous that as Eveline sat there staring into the water, she couldn't even remember it. That's how it has always been between sisters, and the Ortega sisters were no exception. They always seemed to find something to fight about, which was only natural to their clashing personalities. However, just because Eveline's sister Laurie loved to pick fights did not mean that she was a bad person. Eveline often looked up to Laurie, and Laurie always acted as the older sibling.
The sun had begun to fall slowly into the river, taking the warmth with it. Eveline just sat and watched, ignoring the small shiver that crept up her spine. She closed her eyes and listened to the sounds of the crickets before she felt a buzz in her thigh. Eveline took out her cellphone. It was a message from her sister.
Come home, I made dinner.
That was the way Laurie apologized. Eveline always allowed her sister to get away with it because she knew it was unnaturally difficult for her twin to apologize. It was the same with Eveline. She got up and brushed the soft grass off of her thighs before heading home to the girls' apartment near the edge of Washington DC.
"So how was your day?" Laurie uncomfortably asked as she ate her spaghetti.
"Just spent another day painting. I think I still have some paint in my hair," Eveneline reported, picking out a piece of her long curls and looking for traces of blue in them.
"I got to stare at pigeons all day. Okay, that's a lie. I stared at one pigeon all day," Laurie stated matter-of-factly.
"Well it better have been a very attractive pigeon," Eveline joked. This earned her a smirk from her sister.
"Oh it was! It had such luscious and soft feathers and such a lovely beak. Mmm I could have cooked it for dinner if I wasn't a lazy bum."
They laughed before eating more of their spaghetti.
"Oh, grandma called," Laurie spoke with her mouth full.
"Oh? How are they? What's the weather like in Minnesota right now?"
Laurie shrugged, "Same old same old. They are thinking of coming to visit us. They think we can't handle being alone despite the fact that one, we are not alone and two, we are twenty years old."
Eveline looked down at her hands. It's been a while since the subject of them being "alone" has been brought up. That's one bandage that she didn't feel like pulling off right now.
Once they finished eating, the girls watched Sex in the City reruns until they fell asleep on the couch.
They didn't speak of being alone again.
In the morning, Eveline decided to take a jog. Eveline always loved to jog when the cherry blossoms sprouted, and the next two weeks was the perfect time to go see them. She jogged early in the morning, preferring not to be interrupted as she jogged. It was always something she was self-conscious of; people seeing her exercise. She jogged for half an hour in peace before being interrupted by a voice behind her.
"To your left."
This came as such a surprise to Eveline that she stopped jogging and watched as the fast man rushed past her, not looking back. He ran at unbelievable speed, something Eveline had only seen in the Olympics. His hair didn't even bounce as he ran; it simply stayed behind him, as though it was done trying to catch up. Eveline frowned.
She had never seen that man before, probably due to the fact that she had never run through this route before. Eveline watched the stranger pass a corner, and he was gone.
She continued to jog once more, not seeing the man again.
It was a Friday, and the coffee shop where Eveline worked was unbelievably full. The rumble of people was everywhere, and the news blasted from the corner of the room on the small plasma TV. Eveline rushed through a crowd of people and handed a cup of coffee to the black man who sat closest to the television. He was old and walked with a cane. He also happened to be the most interesting person in the whole coffee shop and always told Eveline stories from his life: his joys, his sorrows, his fears, and his mistakes. He spoke a lot of his wife Brianna. He told Eveline of how he met his wife after the war, and was too shy to ask her out on a date. One day, when he was sitting on the park bench, she came over and sat down next to him. In this part of the story, the old man always got very excited, and a spark of light returned to his eyes as he spoke about how his wife asked him out on a date instead! He then chuckles, saying how she was the most exciting woman in the world, but the spark leaves his eyes once more as he tells Eveline that he misses her. She had heard the story over a dozen times, but she always loved hearing it again because each time, he added a new detail. The color of her dress, the sparkle in her eyes when she looked at him after the first time they kissed, or the way her soft fingers wrapped around his.
If Eveline was ever to love, she would want it to be like that.
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