CHAPTER 14
JANUARY 8, 2014
Allie sat across from Nick Fury in his office. "That has never happened to me before," she admitted to him. "My visions are based off of decisions. This time, it happened by a simple touch."
"You're powers are expanding," Fury noted. "I'm sorry, I can't help you when it comes to something like this."
"It's okay," she bowed her head down in defeat. "No one can."
Fury sighed and tapped his fingers on his desk. "I may have an idea of how to get that evidence we've been trying to get," he said as he stood from his desk. He picked up a folder and offered for her to take.
"How?" she questioned. "The flash drive was destroyed."
"Look at the file."
She took it from him and opened it. It took her a while to scan through everything, but when it all became clear to her, she looked up at Fury. "You're going to hire Pirates to take over the Lemurian Star?"
He gave her a half smile, "It's the only way I can get in without suspicion." He let the information soak in before he continued. "I plan on sending Agent Romanoff and Rogers to do the job. Rogers will save the hostages on board, and Romanoff will retrieve the information."
"How do you know you can trust her?"
"I don't," he answered shortly. "But I don't have much of a choice."
She closed her eyes for a moment and concentrated. She opened her eyes again. "Alright, that could work as long as no one knows what information is on that ship. What do I tell my father?"
"About the vision, you mean?" Fury asked. When she nodded her head, he answered her. "You will tell him that you had a vision of being kidnapped. That should distract him long enough for me to get everything in order."
"Excellent," she stood from her seat. "My father should be back from his meeting at any moment." She handed the file back to fury. "I'll keep in touch if any plans change."
She waited for her father at her desk. She kept glancing at the clock as she went through her emails. Junk mail. Junk mail. Junk mail. An email from Stark Industries. Now that was interesting. She opened the email and scanned through it. It was an invitation to go to a Gala in New York. Allie squealed in joy. She must have caught attention from certain people and Tony got her a place to inform more individuals about her idea on clean energy for the future. Although, it wasn't an idea, it was going to happen.
"Alexandra," her father announced as he approached her desk. "In my office."
The smiled faded from her lips. She got up from her desk and followed her father in his office.
"Shut the door behind you," he ordered. When she complied, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and sat on his desk. "So," he began. "Are you going to tell me about your vision?"
"Um," she cleared her throat. "Yes. I was being kidnapped."
Pierce stared at her.
"I was mad when I learned that Steve was my new bodyguard, but now I feel that it's probably the best idea. Considering the circumstances."
Alexander nodded at his daughter, "Good. But, after what I have just learned, I don't think Rogers would be the best bodyguard for you."
She looked at him with confusion, "But he's a superhero. Who could possibly be more fit to protect me?"
He smirked at his daughter, "It's time that I show you something that is top secret. Can I trust you to keep it?"
She closed her eyes for a moment. She saw him. His deep blue eyes, his thick dark hair, and the same facial expression he always had on his face. When she opened her eyes, Allie gaped at her father. "He's coming back?"
LATER THAT DAY...
Pierce led his daughter down the vaults of the building they worked. The closer the got to the end, the sound of screaming got louder. Allie heard someone yelling a series of words in a language she did not speak. When they reached their destination, Allie realized who it was that was screaming. She stared at him in awe. He looked exactly the same, like he never aged.
'How is this possible?' she asked herself.
The soldier heaved with each breath he took. He stared deep into her eyes, emotionless.
"Dobroye utro, soldat," (good morning, soldier) he father said.
The soldier moved his eyes away from the young woman to her father. "Gotovy soblyudat," (Ready to comply) he grumbled deeply.