Silver Death

Flash Drive

(Silver Deaths P.O.V.)

When I got the message from Friday that my child was in the infirmary I ran there as fast as I could, not bothering with the elevator, taking the stairs instead. When I rounded the corner to find Bruce, I find Pepper instead.

She's been the one to be with my daughter this hole time. Taken care of her, coddled her if needed. She should see Aly first.

We start talking, then when Bruce says we can go I allow her in first and leave, opting for the idea of a work out.

Winter and Captain America are in there. James and Steve. Their names are James and Steve.

Without any other interaction other than a nod from James I find a bag opposite of Steve's. There's music playing from somewhere, Tili Tili Bom plays softly over the speakers, triggering a memory.

There's blood on my legs, the bloods coming from my hands. My real, human hands. ' It's one of my favourite songs. But will always be my favourite lullaby.'

Just like that, the memory fades and the bag soars across the room, almost hitting a wall covered in mirrors. Another memory surfaces.

There's shattered glass at the bottom of the mirror, Dumbbells and weights everywhere and water is reaching my foot, what the mirror shows me scares me. I'm there, Katanas in hand tears on my face. 'You monster! You killer! You should have died in that fire!'

The memory is gone. Steve is standing beside me, arm outstretched towards my own. His lips are moving but I hardly hear anything. "....okay?"
"What?" My knees start to buckle and James comes running over.
"Uh, are you going to be okay?"
Turning my body towards him I lean forward whispering as his arms wrap around me "Steve, I'm always fine."

James reaches us, Steve releases me and Pepper walks through the door, something glistening on her face.

Where's Aly? Where's that person I care about?

My feet move on their own, moving backwards away from the others, bumping into another bag and using the momentum to spin me around, I start running. I'm in a gym, I run straight at a corner, jumping and using the walls I propel myself up to the rafters. 

Memories come, there's no stopping them. I can't stop them.

Clint under a blanket way above the floor.
Natasha and Wanda walking across a parking lot with stores saying IGA and CP Casuals,
A HYDRA sparing partner laying on the ground, dead, 
A little boy leaning against me on a plane,
A house burning, the Avengers unloading from their jet and running into the flames,
A bullet going through a mans head with pictures of his family watching,
James in a cell with me, tears on his face,
The floor eye level with me, blood splattered out in front of me,
Steve, laying in a bed beside me, asleep,
A little girl in a bloody dress,
Peggy Carter just before she hits me over the head,
A vat of oil up to my nose,
Glaring lights over head as doctors move around me,
Papers burning in a drainage tank,
Fire, covering James and my hands,
Punching bag sand and bullet cartridges piled around a dead and bloody man,
Soldier number three being shot, my name is Alexander Anatoly and falling to the floor,
A woman fighting against agents, her mouth moving but I'm unable to remember what she's saying,
Steve lifting me into the air, James doing the same to Natalia,
A shared grave with a tombstone with the last name Rice on it,
Aly sitting on a plane because I wanted to go on a mission with my mom not a KILLER, bag beside her,
Same plane, feet clad in heels in Alexander's lap, as he pushes them off,
A red headed girl, fists up and then swinging at my head,
James and Steve fall out of a big as hell plane,
Loki is killing innocents indirectly with aliens,
The same red haired girl in a tutu and ballet shoes, one leg up as far as it should be able to go, and then stretching farther up,
A man with a knife in his chest, standing beside a target help him!