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Captain America Part 2

Despite the first opinion I had formed on Captain Steve Rogers, I found myself taking back everything I had originally thought. At first I had seen one of those guys that was always hitting on me and using his looks to win over the girls but after having lunch with him and Howard, I found Steve was the exact opposite. The captain actually reminded me somewhat of my older brother.

After Captain Rogers had left in the afternoon, Howard sat down and spoke to me about what exactly Colonel Philips had meant about government property. I didn't technically belong to the government, more like I had been signed into the custody of the Strategic Scientific Reserve or the SSR. Philips had told Howard that he wanted him to report back on everything I did. He and his superiors wanted to know everything about me and according to Howard, he was the best chance of me not being killed and harvested.

I didn't give myself too much time to dwell on those thoughts though. Whoever had used me to get the Infinity Gauntlet also had in their possession one of the Infinity Stones. Which one I was unable to figure out-I should have paid more attention to my grandfather's stories when I was a child. I was dividing my time between sessions with Howard where he would take blood, measure the electrical signals I was giving off and throw small tasks at me. Each time he asked me where I had gotten my abilities from I could only lie and say I wasn't truly sure.

I doubt they would have taken it well if I'd told them that I was from another universe.

I will admit that now that the cat was partially out of the bag it was easier to move around a lot more. Howard would encourage me to use my abilities so he could test the range of them along with possible military applications. He was working on something that would channel my abilities into a single focused attack and not all over the place. The only problem was that only days after suggesting it, Philips arrived with news that the SSR had been re-tasked to London, he had wanted me to stay behind but after an hour long argument between him and Howard, one of the military police was ordered to take me back to my apartment so I could pack some stuff to go with Howard.

There would never be another opportunity like this again…or so the voice told me.

The MP drove me back to my apartment, as we weaved in and out of rush hour traffic, I could feel my reality slipping away from me. The familiar feeling of drowning and burning all at the same time was rushing through me…

"Are you alright miss?"

"Ma'am?"

"Pull over!"

"Something's wrong!"

Snap!

I felt him go limp in her hands before I swung around to fire a bolt of electricity at the soldier who held his sidearm at her. Crowds of people screamed and ran in various directions away from her as I made her walk towards the two dead soldiers and knelt down to pick up the gun. It was primitive at best but I was sure that she would need it. Stepping over the soldier's body, I turned her in the direction of her apartment to get the bag that was hidden in the bottom of the cupboard.

She wasn't even aware that she had it. If she had it would be easier for her to fight me and this would be harder to accomplish. I watched her in the either in front of me-this was a double edge sword. She was weak-willed enough to manipulate but strong enough to break free and if she did than the stone would be useless against her. Warriors freed from the influence were hard, if not impossible, to get back under control. I knew that forcing her to kill that Asgardian prince had been a bad idea, when she had done it I thought that I was in need of a new toy but when I found I could still influence her I decided to keep her but at a cost.

She was already aware of a presence in her mind. The amount of time I could spend pushing her in the right direction was getting less and less with each trip. I leant forward and brushed the surface of the either, momentarily disrupting the image.

"Soon my dear…soon…"I whispered.

I waved my hand over the either and the link was cut…

The first thing I noticed when I opened my mouth was the fact that it was now full of dirt. I sat up spitting the damp earth out and trying to get rid of it from around my mouth. As I struggled to get rid of the dirt it didn't take too long for me to realise that I wasn't in New York any more.

"Oh no," I whispered when the images came flooding back. I cringed as the scent of burnt flesh hit my senses. "Those poor soldiers," I whispered, tears coming to my eyes. I choked back a strangled sob and picked myself up off the ground and brushed my hands off on my pants. "Where the hell am I this time?" I grumbled.

On the ground in the dirt beside me was a duffel bag, I searched it to find there was several items of clothing, a gun-I paused and pulled a dagger out of the bag. It was roughly the length of my arm with a golden hilt imbedded with jewels of different shapes and sizes that seemed to have a shine to them. I put that back after a cold shiver ran down my spine and pulled out a map.

It was a map of Italy.

I shoved the map back in the bag as I set off. As usual I'd need to find a town and then I could get back home. "NO!" I shouted out a loud. "No…I can't go home…"

First civilisation, then worry about what I would do after, I thought to myself. I hadn't even been walking for a mile before I came across something I never expected to see-it was the aftermath of a large fight.

There were bloodied bodies strew all over the place. I could see Americans, British and German bodies littering the field. It was clear that the Allies had not won. I stepped backwards and continued until I hit something solid. When I turned, behind me stood two men wearing complete black uniforms with a gas mask to complete the job.

He aimed his rifle at me and I threw my bag at him before I kicked him in the side of the knee. A distinct crack told me that I had broken it as he fell. I snatched his rifle away and hit him in the face with it than I shot him.

"Don't move!"

I heard the squeaking sound of tires and to my left I could see a tank with its sights aimed at me. On the tank was a curious symbol, it was a skull with tentacles like an octopus. On closer inspection the men were all wearing them. I dropped the gun as I fell to my knees and put my hands behind my head. I was good, but not tank fighting good.

A soldier grabbed me by the scruff of my hair and dragged me over to where the prisoners were being kept. He threw me across the dirt and the only reason I stopped was because I collided with someone.

"Are you alright?" I was asked.

"Getting real tired of people asking me that because I'm a woman," I growled at the POW.

"Sorry," he mumbled.

I sighed. "No-I'm sorry." I rubbed my head. "Astrid Ellis," I introduced myself.

"Sergeant James Barnes," he answered. "Friends call me Bucky. What's brings you to Azzano, Astrid?"

"I don't know yet," I whispered. "Where are they taking us?" I asked him as everyone was ordered to their feet.

Bucky's face grew dark. "Heard rumours, nothing substantial but I hear that no one returns."

"From where?" I asked.

"From Hell."