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Chapter Five

~About a month later~

Steve stared down at the grave, taking a breath before slowly and carefully kneeling down, trying not to wince with the effort, and laid the flowers beside the stone before dusting off the leaves and dust that had collected. Then he picked the flowers back up and laid them up the name. He stared before closing his eyes, readjusting his body to sit down on his butt and crossed his legs, adjusting his sling carefully. Then he reopened his eyes to look at the headstone once more.

"Hey, Kai..." Steve whispered softly. "I, uh, haven't been around lately... Sorry about that... I didn't even know you died until a few weeks ago..." Steve sighed, rubbing his face with his hand. "I-I met our daughter in the most weirdest and awful way. She, uh... She shot me. She's an amazing sniper, and... She was hired to kill me, but she knew that I was her father and instead injured me." Steve laughed a bit. "Can you believe that? Anyway... she... She got sentenced life in prison. I-I'm going to visit her after this, but I just thought I would come by." He laid his hand on it gently, closing his eyes and releasing a shaky breath.

"I miss you, Kai."

"Mommy, a lot of kids tell me I'm not like you. What does that mean?"

"Eh? Why are they telling you that?"

"I dunno... They said I don't look Japanese and that I don't think or act like you."

"I see... Honey, you know that you're adopted, right?"

"Yeah... Is that why?"

"You've been with us since you were two weeks old, baby. You're part Hawaiian and part Japanese, while your father and I are full Japs. Not to mention you have your own personality, my dear."

"My teachers tell me I'm way too intelligent for my age! And I'm only seven!"

"Honey, that's a good thing."

"How is that a good thing?"

"Because you can use it to your advantage. Just because people say you're too intelligent and that you might be held back because of that, it doesn't mean it's a bad thing. It's a good thing and you can use that to your advantage."

"How?"

"Crush them with your intelligence, my baby. Use your brain."

The ball landed in her hands, settling perfectly in her palms, her thin and lanky fingers laying on the bottom, tapping her finger against the bottom, making a soft gentle rhythm.

Use my brain, huh...? Yeah, that worked out well, Mom.

Alyx sat up, rubbing her cheek and looking at the ball in her hand.

"Who is that?"

"I don't know, but I heard about her. One of my friend's lives in Chicago, and they call her Silvertongue."

"Why?"

"Because she can manipulate people with just words."

Alyx threw the ball at the wall, and it bounced back and flew back at her, and she gasped and quickly dodged. It bounced back off the wall and landed on the floor, making her sigh. Good thing she was in a maximum security cell or else the guard would have barked at her to shut up. She stared at the floor.

It'd been a few weeks since she got sentenced life in prison, and so far, she didn't mind it, but at the same time, she was about to go mad. The judge was merciless, and probably knew Steve on a personal level, but standing in that courtroom was nerve-wracking. Of course, Alyx was prepared to accept whatever penalty she got, but life? Okay, yeah, she shot a Navy SEAL turned cop, but it's not like she killed him. But in the eyes of every law enforcement officer and court official, she'll always be a criminal in their eyes, and knew it was going to be like that forever.

At least the food was decent.

Alyx stood and lifted the ball, putting it back under her bed and stretching. Her body was stiff from sleeping on a cot, and she was used to it from being in the Navy, yet somehow the cots in the Navy were better than the prison's. And that was being in the desert, with horrible heat and sleeping in the same tent with a few other people.

Man, she messed up so bad. She messed up the only good she remembered having, and the only living relative she has in this stupid world. Both of her adoptive parents were dead, and her birth mother was dead, and she almost killed the best thing she thought she was going to ever have: her biological father.

Alyx looked over at the sound of the door's peak through sliding, and saw the guard peaking through. He was probably one of the few who empathized with her, and they had become friends over the few weeks.

"You have a visitor."

Her eyebrow quirked up.

Alyx stepped into the visiting room, and froze at who stood there.

His hair was longer than the last time she saw him. His arm was in a sling, and he wore a blue button down, black cargo pants and black shoes. His eyes were bright as he looked out the small windows the room allowed.

"You take after your father, you know..."

"Long way to see a criminal, Commander." Was what she decided to say. Steve turned and smiled, chuckling a bit, making her stomach do little flips. He likes you! He likes you! Her heart kept telling her but her mind was unsure.

"The only other times I come to the prison is to ask for information, but don't worry, this visit is personal." Alyx blinked, her heart beating hard against her chest and could barely think at the feeling of the blood rushing to her cheeks.

"Personal?" She managed out, and the word was barely even a squeak. Steve gestured to the table and she glanced at the guard before walking over, taking a seat and sitting back heavily. He sat down, making sure his sling didn't dig into his neck and shoulder, and they stared at each other for a moment, an awkward silence falling over them.

"Uh... How's your injury?" Alyx asked hesitantly. Steve blinked, stunned at the question and the sudden break of silence and then glanced from his sling to her face.

"It's good. Doctor said the stitches are holding, and I just have to keep it in this sling until I'm clear to move around again." Alyx made a silent ah and fidgeted.

"So you're not doing any field work?" She asked quietly and he shook his head.

"Just paperwork." He chuckled and scratched his head. "It's so boring. My team has already responded to multiple homicides and has worked multiple cases and all I can do is stay at the office and help them direct to the location."

"Yeah, that does sound boring." Steve smiled a bit and she looked down.

"Um... Why did you come visit me after all this time? I would've thought you would never want to see me again, and if your friends find out about this- ...I just don't want you to get in trouble, because your team doesn't exactly like me. And I can understand that."

Well, at least she knew now where she got her intimidating stare from.

Steve stared at her before a smile came to his face, and he begin to laugh, making her stomach flip.

"Don't worry, they won't find out." She tilted her head and quirked her eyebrow up.

"What does that mean?" Steve sighed, looking down and shifting in his chair.

"If it's alright with you, and I can talk to the warden about this, but... I would like to get to know you, Alyx. I know we didn't meet in the ideal way you see in the movies, and it sucks." Steve sighed, lifting his eyes to meet hers, and then quietly, almost shyly: "But I would like to get to know you, if that's alright."

Alyx stared before a hot blush broke out on her face, and she tried to cover her face as much as she could with the cuffs holding her wrists together.

"I-I'd like that."