An Imploding Star

Chapter Two

"I know everything about you Miss Johnson, your age, your past, every little thing. I'm not taking over the Navy, I'm taking over the country my dear. My name is unimportant."

"I don't know, you're not going to get away with this! I won't let you get away with this."

"Oh, my dear, you're not going to be alive long enough to stop me."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you see, Fräulein, you're going to die, very shortly, and no one will know of Hydra's plans."

"Hydra? Hydra died after World War 2." Isabella had learnt about Hydra during her training for the marines. 

"No my dear, it didn't, 

"So you're saying that Hydra is still around, hidden around the country, just waiting to fight?"

"At last, you figured it out. Hydra will prevail! We will win"

Isabella began looking around the room for any clues as to who this man was on the computer. Her eyes locked on a folder labelled 'Arnim Zola'. She walked over and grabbed it and began reading it, inside was a picture of the man on the computer. She walked back over to the computer and began speaking to him again.

"So Mr Zola, what is your plan now? Surely I know more than you should have told me?"

"You found my name. Impressive. My dear that is exactly why you're not leaving this office."

"What do you me-"

Isabella opened her eyes in the hospital with Sam looking down at her. He looked horrible, like he hadn't slept in weeks. 

Suddenly a loud bang startled Isabella out of her thoughts. She looked around the apartment, confused by what she had just remembered. She caught eyes on the TV in the corner, she saw sparks coming from the plug behind, and suddenly it burst into flames. She rushed into the hallway to grab the fire extinguisher. She ran back in and put the fire out. She stood looking around the apartment again, crying, the lights were flickering again. 

She called Sam while sobbing. He picked up, but she couldn't get any words out. 

"Bells, what's wrong, are you ok? I'm coming home, okay? See you in 10 minutes. Love you Bells, you're going to be ok. I promise" 

With that Sam packed up his things and left, on his way out, he ran into the same man from earlier. 

"Hey, are you alright, you look worried?" 

"Uh, yeah, my best friend just called me, she was crying and couldn't talk, I'm really worried about her. Weird things have been happening in our apartment, I'm sorry, I need to go" Sam replied, slowly getting more worked up as he spoke. 

"Ok, but I'm coming with you. You're upset, you shouldn't drive. Just tell me where we're going, and I'll get us there. Okay?" said Steve. 

"Um sure, thanks. I'm Sam by the way"

"Steve Rogers."

"Yeah, I figured that much after this morning."

"Haha, yeah, you need to try harder if you want to catch up to me"

"Thanks. Can we go please?"

"Absolutely. This is my bike. Hop on"

"Sure."

With that they were off. Six minutes later, they were standing outside the apartment. The door wide open.

"Bella, where are you? are you ok?" 

"S-Sammy?" she mumbled

"Hey, I'm right here, what happened?" he asked reaching his arms out to hug her

"I remembered everything. every little detail. All of it. I snapped out of my thoughts, and the TV plug was on fire. I got the extinguisher and put it out. Then the lights started flickering again. I'm scared Sam" she replied clinging onto him for dear life.

"Wait, you remembered the day of the bomb?"

"Yeah, Sammy, I remembered all of it." She recounted all of the information she had remembered "His name was Zola and he was running Hydra an-"

"Hang on. Sorry to butt in, but Hydra? Zola? He died. I know. I did it." remarked Steve from the doorway where he had been stood since they entered the apartment.

"Sorry, who are you?" asked Isabella through tears.

"Steve, Steve Rogers, ma'am. I ended Hydra when I crashed the plane. Zola too."

"I'm Isabella. You can't have killed him, he was on the computer talking to me 9 months ago. Before the bomb went off. You're also like 25?"

"bomb?"

"I was in a bomb explosion, that ruined my life. I was a marine. Staff Sergeant Isabella Johnson. Until the day I met Zola." She recounted "I'm sorry to tell you Mr Rogers, but he's still around. So is Hydra"

"Just call me Steve, Steve Rogers, to answer your previous question, trapped in ice for 70 years."

"Then call me Isabella. Not 'ma'am. That is far too formal"

"Deal. Now Zola. Did he say anything about their plans? Hang on, how are you alive? You're not meant to survive a bomb! How did you survive?"

"God, you're basically the same person. Steve. Ask less questions, yeah? The poor girl just remembered the worst day of her life, give her a break" Sam defended his best friend "I'm going to call the landlord"

"I need to tell someone. I need to find my commanding officer." exclaimed Isabella "Shit. Everything is so messed up"

"Language!" said Steve "Uh, sorry, that just slipped out. "

"Really Steve. Not the time" 

"Ok, the landlord will be here soon" Sam yelled from the other side of the room