Chemical Knitting ; Howard Stark [Original]

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In the building cross the road.

With Colleen with Stevens group which was now called the Howling Commandos, Ana had time to focus on the experiment in which she called 'Leo Bibliothek'. Latin for Lion and German for Library, referencing to NYC Lion Statues. Instead of testing her formula, she decided to knit what what happen to the subjects DNA. This is where she would get her name 'death kitter'.

"Honey, a letter from Pennsylvania and Germany is her for you. Mind you the letter was checked for any sort of devise, but none of us could read it anyway, it was partly written in german."

Howard passed her the two letters, her face draining of colour to see the symbol of the stamp. Howard left in a hurry, every SSR unit was in need for weapons and Howard had taken the task on his own to do to give Ana a brake.

The symbol of the stamp was of the Carls, the family always running. She opened the letter, the german letters flowed with the english, she read it naturally. 

'Dearest Anneliese,

As the Nazi and Hydra grew in size, my family was under much demand to find an object Johann called 'The Tesseract'. A jewel of the God Odin from Norse Mythology, to spare my wife and child life. Myself and my brother went to seek who had it. Sadly it went to Else and Philip Velt and their many children,  they had gave it to a church in the village of Tønsberg to keep it out of his hands.

We warned them and many Hydra men died, but it was not enough. They screamed and yelled curses of many sorts, telling him he would burn, that their ancestor would get them for the murder of their family. Saying a daughter of their family, was a goddess of witchcraft and deem a horrible death and with that they were killed. My brother was killed for trying to save his little niece. 

We were to be hunted down, he does not like lose ends that man. We fled of a ship to America, your hometown to beg and pled for mercy and forgiveness and pray for your protection. It has been rumoured that you, yourself alone stood up to Johann, you are also one of the most influential of many anti-nazi germans. Co-partner in Howard Starks industrials is such a feet and with such connections, you would have such great security.

Please, we will do anything to spare the life of myself, my wife and darling young daughter Chole. We await your message... 

Your uncle, 

Noah Carl'

Hold her hand close to her mouth, her family was messed up and never did she wish to get into their dramas, but it was a useless dream. Opening the next letter, no symbol of any kind.

'Sweet Ana,

It's it strange how similar we are and yet we fight for the enemy? Myself in charge of Hydra and you near in charge of the allied forces weaponry.

What an awkward situation you would be in, doubly Noah had sent you the letter for protection and may i say how stupid it would be of you to do so. You may be my favourite niece, but not for one second would i fret if i personal cut that precious head of yours off your body. 

Noah and his family need to pay for their crimes, they killed 42 of my men and i demand punishments. Go ahead, play the hero but if you do expect your head on a platter, i have many spies watching you now. That secret base of yours isn't that secret, lucky for you, only you are in the building, everyone else to out in the building across the street. Watch out my darling, you might find yourself dead before you can respond.'

Siting slightly, she hears ticks, multiple ticks. The ticks of a bomb, big enough to explode the basement and building, but smaller enough to only explode that one building. Ana was far to underground to even think about escaping at the time, with a small amount of Vibranium left they built a box which would hold onto Stevens sheleid and Colleens gun, nothing could open it apart from a key lock that ana had. 

Quickly unlocking the box, she hoped in and shut it on her, hugging her knees she prayed she would not die. Like her uncle Johann, she feared death, death took her father and mother, death took her Aunty Else and Uncle Philip and death could soon take her. Was it wrong to wish to survive? Isn't living just the survival of death?

She heard the bomb explode, ears going deaf from the noise, the box was denting in, the once perfect box was now dented in, her oxygen had much dust and ash. Falling asleep from the lack of oxygen, she merely hoped of some sort of help but it was beyond impossible. She was 6 feet underground before the explosion, how far down would she be now? That was when her eyes gave out, her thoughts gave out and survival was near impossible.