To see the World in a Grain of Sand
AN: Hey there everyone no I don't own anything Marvel, so far the only things I own are Vivienne, Rachel, Doctor Peteron, James, Ellie and any other charters you don't know. R&R. Thanks everyone.
AN: This will build up to Winter Solider.
October 14 2010 Unknown Disclosed location
The market was busy this month - being that it was a new location as it was every month; more venders more people to come. In the sea of moving bodies the bright red headed women stood as she moved looking at various merchandise, sometimes stopping to have a closer look at something that has caught her eye, other times just letting her eyes wander over the product. Ringing from her Bluetooth almost stopped her from looking at the twins that caught her eye. "This is Vi." She moved closer to the twins on the table.
"Is that any way to answer your old man?" The powerful voice of her father teased her.
Rolling her eyes at this, "Why hello Brigadier General." Vi teased back, "I hear congratulations are in order." She mooched with her left hand asking how much the twins were to the merchant. A deep breath was let out by her father, "Dad its cool, it's one birthday plus you had your hands full yesterday."
"Your mom told you." She could hear the disappointment in his tone.
"Dad, mom never told me," the merchant raised three finger's then one to her, "grandpa told me." She shook her head and showed the merchant four fingers then two. "Grandpa was very happy to tell me that his son was following in the footsteps of the one and only Colonel Phillips." The tall, dark haired man two tables down looked at her for a brief moment before going back to looking at the item in his left hand.
"Your grandfather, he ah said that?" He sounded so unsure, not having the best relationship with his father.
Vi turned half away from the merchant, "Dad, he loves you, he's proud."
"Hey, red." The merchant called to Vi, without turning to him she held up one finger telling one minute.
"Thanks honey and happy belated birthday." She could tell that he was smiling in his tone.
She smiled to herself, "Thanks dad."
"Red." The merchant was getting louder and more impatient by the minute.
There was silence for a moment over the phone, "Vivienne, where are you?" questioned her father.
"If I told you I would have to kill you dad." She joked with her dad, "Hey, thanks for the bracelet you and mom sent me." Looking at the sliver skull cuff Bracelet that was on her right wrist, "I really love it."
"Vivienne Margaret..." she tuned the rest out when the merchant yelled at her once more.
"Red Skull." She turned so fast that the merchant took a step back seeing the cold dead look in her eyes.
"Dad, I have to call you back." Taking out the Bluetooth for her ear and stepping closer to the table that stood between them, "What did you just call me?" she growled low at him.
"Hey Vi there you are." A husky honeyed voice spoke, coming next to Vi. The merchant looked at the man standing just be hide her. The man stood about 5'10" made of pure muscle; the merchant could tell that this man could do some serious damage in a fight. The man had dark brown hair almost black and deep brown eyes. The man moved his arms around her middle and whispered in her ear one word, "Brock." Before kissing her cheek, looking back at the man on the other side of the table, "Is there a problem?" he raised a brow to the man in challenge.
Before the merchant could get a word out I stepped in, "No, not at all Brock." Still glaring at the merchant, "Just looking over some over price pieces that I was hoping to add with my collection," taking a step back into the man known as Brock, "I'll get something else here."
Pushing Brocks hands off of her middle she moved on, away from the men and the twins, "Wait." Called the merchant, Vi stopped and looked back, she saw that Brock was not too far behind her, "Two for Two."
Vi looked at Brock - still acting the part of a couple - with her head tilted ever so slightly to the side taking in the taller man, that is tall to her 5'3" short but curvy frame, "They're top of the line." His husky honeyed voice seemed to wash over her.
Looking back at the merchant she moved back to where she once stood, "Two for two, and I get two boxes of ammo." Picking up the twin pair of guns that lay in front of her, "For calling me Red Skull." Vi smirked at the merchant, behind her was a deep laugh from Brock as he placed his arm over her shoulder. With a nod of the merchant's head the deal was sealed and Vi walked away with a new pair of guns and ammo along with a brand new Modular Sniper Rifle, which she picked up at the market. Once far enough away from the table Vi stopped and looked at Brock, "Thanks for what you did back there." She spoke to him, "But I'm a big girl I think I can take care of myself solider." She patted his muscular defined chest.
Looking down at the smaller women he chuckled, "In that I have no doubt." The glare she was sending him was playful; sending her a half smile on his well-defined face, "Marine." He told her.
Rising a defined brow at him, "Marine." Taking a full look at him, "I see it now." The black T-shirt he was wearing was just the right snugness to show his chest, you could just see the outline of his abs. The khaki cargo pants he wore looked like they were made for him. "Thanks again Brock the Marine." He may be a Marine but everything about him screamed bad but someone took off the warning label.
"It's the good guy thing to do." He said with a low, husky voice, all the honey was gone.
Vi giggled at that, "Good guy?" she looked back into his eyes, "Everything about you screams bad boy, and I doubt you like to finish last." Vi had a smile on her face.
People were moving around them not that either one seemed to care. "You're right, I don't." Brock stepped closer to her, "I hate not getting what I want." Looking down at the bright haired red head, "And I hate losing."
Brock was about to make his move, "Sorry Marine maybe next time." Vi said to him as she backed away. "Bye Marine." And with that she moved back into the crowd not looking back at the Marine that had nothing but determination on his face. The only thing that gave her away was her hair, a bright red as if was bacon to him.
Vivienne moved with the crowd and out of the building. The surrounding area was filled with vacant buildings; Vivienne walked down the street putting her hand in her pocket to take out her phone. There on her phone was a text from an unknown number, 'I do enjoy the chance.' Oh Brock the Marine you really know how to sweet talk a girl. Turning down an alley, she looked over her shoulder, seeing no one behind her, she moved on, turning once more down another alley.
As she turned Brock turned down the same alley following her, cutting time in half with this long strides. He turned down the other alley seeing only a dead end with no sign of her anywhere.
New York
Opening her eyes Vivienne looked at her apartment seeing it in disarray. This is not how I left you. She moved slowly from her living room with a gun in hand. The first door to her right was her office, there stood a tall blond haired woman looking through all of her papers. Just as she raised her hands aiming the gun at her ice covered her hands. "What the hell."
"You're not supposed to be back till tomorrow." The blond woman turned to look at Vivienne. The ice stopped once it covered her hands and the gun. "What do you know?" she demanded.
Vivienne looked up from her hands to the icy blond haired woman, "I don't know what you're talking about." Backing up away from the woman, "Maybe if you tell me what you would like to know I can fill you in."
The icy blond women raised her hand, "What do you know about The Winter Solider?"
"The what?" Vivienne was not sure what was going on.
"The Winter Solider!" she cried out at Vivienne. "The day you were born was the day Rachel Heming died." She moved closer to Vivienne, "You know your birth mother." The icy women spat at her.
"Rachel Heming may have been my mother," Vivienne phased her hands free, "but whatever she was involved in I want no part of it." Holding up both hands showing that she means no harm. "Whatever she was involved, it fucks with my head from time to time." The blond looked at her unsure of what to say, Vivienne moved over to a bookcase she had in the hall and passed a book to the women. "I see things in my head that I have never seen before; a war that I was never a part of." The blond opened the book looking through it, "I know things that I shouldn't know. There are things that set me off, like words, like Red Skull and Hydra." The blond looked up at Vivienne, "I know I sound crazy and I'm not by-the-way. Whatever they did to her - whoever they are - I won't have any part of it."
Vivienne turned around when the young woman's voice cut thought the air, "I was five and a half when he killed my mother and father right in front of me." The heartbreaking tone in the woman's voice caused her to stop, "When I asked why he did this he told me that they were his mission." Vivienne could hear the tremor in her voice, "His mission was to kill my parents and you're my only living clue to finding this asshole and putting him down." She growled out the end. "So I'm thinking that sooner or later he's going to find you and when he does I'm going to be there. Got it?"
Vivienne let out a sigh, "Fine kid." Turning around to look at the young woman now that she was in the light, "You got a name?"
"I'm not a kid, I'm 18 and the names Milena Malikov." The young women glared at her.
"Look... Icey... I'm not in a good business for you following me wherever I go." The young women stepped to her, "You could get yourself killed in this line of work."
The young women came toe to toe with Vivienne, "When do we start?" she asked as she crossed her arms looking down at the red head.
"Why is everyone so goddamn tall today?" The red head growled at the 5'8" Milena. The young woman was not going to be backing down, her eyes burn with purpose, "Fine, but you need to know that this... job of mine is not one for the faint of heart."
"I understand." Milena said to Vivienne with a nod of her head, "I won't let you down, with that you have my word." Sticking out her arm holding out her hand; locking her icy blue eyes with Vivienne's deep green eyes.
Vivienne placed her hand in Milena's, shaking her hand, she looked around her apartment, "Did you really need to tear open my couch?" seeing the couch stuffing littering the floor.