Waiting patiently for the door to open, James stared down at his hands. Finally, though, the door opened up and a beautiful young woman was standing there before him. He was certain that it was his Rosalyn. James smiled big as he looked her over, nodding. "I'm real. Well, most of me anyways," he said with a small laugh as he knocked on his vibranium arm. "Can I come in?" he asked her softly, hoping she would say yes. He wanted to come inside and sit down with her, catch up and make sure everything was going okay. When she let him in, he took in his surroundings, biting his lower lip. Not much about the place had changed, that was for sure. Just the furniture. "How have you been, Rosalyn?" he asked her. All James really wanted to do was take her in his arms and hold her close. He'd been longing for that since they first started exchanging letters. "I just want to apologize first for just disappearing and stopping the letters. I, uh, got into a little bit of a mix-up," he said with a small chuckle, rubbing the back of his head. James had no idea how much she knew or if she'd seen Steve, so he didn't want to reveal too much of what he went through just yet. "Have you seen Steve at all? I hear he's pretty famous around here, even though the law currently wants him." James picked up a photo on the nearby table that was under a pair of keys, biting his lower lip as he studied it. It was a picture of him and Steve from a very long time ago that he had sent Rosalyn. He was always sending her pictures, at least the pictures that he could send her. He had tried to make her a part of his life as much as possible through those letters, even if she couldn't be there.
Charlotte could feel the sword digging into her cheek a little, causing some blood to spill. This would be the moment where Captain America decides to show up and rescue her. At least she hoped he did. Too much of her surprise, she heard a voice coming from her side, making her side in relief. "Thank god," she breathed, gasping when the one holding her back pushed her way and the sword cut pretty deep into her cheek. "What the hell, you asshole!" she yelled, holding her cheek. That was gonna leave a mark for sure. "Who the hell are you?" the one that had been holding her asked, then the man with the sword hit him. "Who the hell do you think that is? Just imagine him with a Captain America uniform," the swordsman said, pointing his sword at Steve. Charlotte had to make sure that she was taking this all in, getting as much detail as she could so she could write her story. Not only were this guys going to get their ass kicked and pay for what they did, but they graciously got to get their asses handed to them by the one and only Captain America. She tried to crawl somewhere safe, even though the only place away from these guys was over by that dead, headless body. Charlotte groaned and stood up, looking around for somewhere else to go. She grimaced as the fighting started, not being able to tear her eyes away from it. She absorbed every detail of everything that was going on. "Watch out!" she cried, seeing the guy with the sword lunge at Steve. Thankfully though he only seemed to cut him, not stab. Maybe this time he'd actually take up on her offer of coming into her apartment and patching him up. There was no way he was going to be able to take care of that wound by himself.
June 14th, 2018 at 04:26am