Goodbye and Good Luck
"I'm going to miss you, Stevie," Ava mutters into her brother's shoulder. She has her arms wrapped around his small body. Part of her is saying, stay back so she can protect her brother. He has already told her that he got accepted into the army.
"I'll be fine, Avery. And I'll miss you too," Steve responds, pulling away from the hug. He knows that she's worried for him, but he will survive.
"I love you, Stevie," she whispers. Steve whispers back an 'I love you too' before Ava moves towards Bucky who's looking at her with a sad look.
"I don't want you to go," he whispers. Ava can barely hear him over the other people bustling around them, trying to get to their train.
"I'll be fine, I always am," Ava says quietly as she leans in so her forehead is touching his. She slips something into his pocket, that James will find later. "I love you, so much, James."
"I love you too, Ava," he says before kissing her passionately. They hear the announcement that Ava's train is boarding and will be leaving soon.
"I have to go," she says in a normal volume. She takes her bag before hugging her brother and boyfriend one more time and boarding the train. She takes a seat in a window seat, so she can see James and Steve. She smiles and waves at them as the train starts moving. She swears she can see tears in James' eyes as he feels what she put in his pocket. He pulls it out once Ava is out of view. It's a necklace with a ring on it, the ring that he gave her about two weeks ago. There's a little note on it, saying 'Keep this safe, please. I love you, so much.'
Somewhere in the Austrian Alps, 500 feet below the surface
"Are you ready, Dr. Zola?" Johann Schmidt, the leader of Hydra, asks. He's in his base that's hidden in a mountain range. No one will suspect it of even being there, seeing as no one is around and no one would look here for a base or anything that is.
"My machine requires the most delicate calibration," Dr. Zola answers. He's a German scientist that works for Hydra. He's a short chubby man, with small, round glasses. "Forgive me if I seem overcautious," he apologizes.
"Are you certain that those conductors of yours can withstand the energy surge long enough for transference?" Schmidt asks, looking over books that he has one the legend of the Tesseract, although he knows that it's not a legend, that it's real.
"With this artifact. I am certain of nothing. I fear it may not work at all," Zola voices his concern. Schmidt takes the box from Norway and places it on a table beside Zola's machine. He opens it and a blue glow illuminates from the box, like it did in Norway. Dr. Zola puts on a special type of goggles that protect his eyes from the glow. Schmidt takes a small object that will hold the Tesseract, so it won't hurt him while he holds it. He collects the Tesseract and brings it over to a machine, he puts the Tesseract in it. The machine is like a source that will collect the Tesseracts power and distribute it wherever they please. Zola powers the machine on and the blue glow gets more intense. As Zola turns the dial he says, "twenty percent." In a scared, nervous tone. "Forty," he says, when he turns the dial more. The machine starts to make a quiet whirring noise as he turns the dial, almost like a computer does when it's turned on. "Sixty…stabilizing at 70%." When Zola says this, Schmidt stomps his way over to where Zola is, he wants it to be 100 percent. He pushes Zola out of the way and turns the dial himself.
"I have not come all this way for safety, Doctor," Schmidt says as he turns the dial all the way, so it's at 100 percent. The blue intensifies, and, almost like bolts of electricity, surge through the wires and collect at the gun that's connected to the machine. The blue glow hovers over the walls and disappears as soon as it comes. The gun starts to spark and then everything powers down, as Zola and Schmidt look around, Schmidt in awe, Zola panting with nervousness.
"What was that?" Zola asks, a foot away from Schmidt's body.
"I must congratulate you, Arnim," Schmidt says, turning the small man around to look at his, now, most prized possession. "Your designs do not disappoint. Though they may require some slight reinforcement."
"The exchange is stale," Zola says, admiring the box that now holds the Tesseracts true power. "Amazing! The energy we have just collected could power my designs. All my designs." Zola takes off his glasses, making his point more prominent, "this will change the war."
"Dr. Zola, this will change the world," Schmidt corrects him.