Thread: In Search Of One Man [Defiant x Temptationist]

Hearing you mention Captain American once again, I scoffed, Hero ? Is that what they're calling them now? I muttered under my breath, realizing I was both politically incorrect and being rude. Instantly reacting, I corrected myself. I'm sorry. I closed my eyes briefly and shook my head. Raising my hands before you as a gesture of apology. Americans love their war veterans. Condescendingly spewing nonsense, I tried to regain control, I have trouble understanding- ... Hesitating as I only dug my grave deeper, I tried to damage control but evidently, was failing. I mean- Nevermind. For the first time, my composed, articulate demeanour had failed me. Completely reverting the conversation to a different route, Steve Rogers came to me asking me to find you. I guess he knew if I wouldn't find you, no one could. Smiling proudly, SHIELD hates me. I am always 10 steps in front of them. I have never failed at finding someone, even when I find them dead. I bit my lip lightly, almost like a nervous tick of some sort. I denied the Captain's request, but uhm... I rose from my chair and abandoned it. Walking out of the kitchen, I disappeared into your bedroom, and came back with a thick file folder in hand. Moving towards you, I held the folder with one hand, and with the other, pulled my chair closer to you. Rather than sitting across the table, I was sitting on the corner, right next to you. Taking a seat again, I continued, When I touched a picture of you... Sighing lightly, I pulled out the picture Steve had given me. The one where you were frozen. I placed my hand gently on yours, and slipped the glass from out of your light grip. Pushing it aside, I replaced it with the photo. ... I felt someone who was lost, and alone. Retracting my hand slowly, I got lost in a gaze fixated on your blue eyes. Someone like me . I tried to push back the memories of World War II to the back of my mind. It had been some of the worst memories of my life. Giving a weak smile, one that revealed hurt and scarring - one that revelled in the pain of the past - I cleared my thoughts. It is both controllable and uncontrollable. If there was anyone who could confuse, it was me. I can search for something specific, so in that sense I can control it. But if I bond with someone, especially emotionally, it becomes harder to separate my mind from their own. I was riddled with that aspect of my ability. It has served as a main reason I distanced myself from people, and lived my life alone. Its kind of a double-edged sword. The stronger the connection I have with someone, the clearer the memories are. Thinking about you, I added, Memories are never truly gone. They can get lost within the mind, but they are never erased. Turning my focus to a more casual discussion, I responded softly, My name is Penelope. My smile this time was more confident and brighter. But that smile only lasted a couple of seconds before it washed right off my face. I didnt find you for Rogers. I did it for myself. Sliding the folder towards you, I cleared my throat. I wanted you to have this. It's everything I could find on you. From HYDRA records, to newspaper clippings. It's all in here. As far as America knows, not even The Phoenix could find you. The hesitation in my voice could be sensed. My mission is complete. Case closed. Standing up suddenly, I snatched my coat off of the chair and headed for the door.