The Ghost of You (Locked from all, but please read.)
Arms bound by zip-ties and still struggling for his freedom, Adam was brought around the corner of a tent, legs flailing. His NBC gear had been removed, leaving him in just the BDU’s he’d came to the Captain in. The man worked to free himself, finding no such freedom. Into a tent they took him, tossing him back. Adam tumbled and rolled back right into a solid wall with a meaty thud. He winced. He’d hit right on his bad shoulder. After all this time it still burned and pained him. Coughing as he worked to get into a sit, a strange melody seems to join them, just now realizing it had been playing for a moment. As this, his mouth opened, leaning his head back against the wall and began to sing.
“I never said I'd lie and wait forever. If I known we'd be together now, I can't always just forget her. But she could try.”
He sat forward slightly, his head dropping down in a wincing tear of emotion.
”At the end of the world or the last thing I see, you are never coming home. Never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me, and all the smiles that are ever ever...”
His frustrations calmed, sighing in his song.
”Ever... Get the feeling that you're never all alone and I remember now. At the top of my lungs in my arms she’ll die. She dies.”
Again, he sat forward, shaking his head in refusal. Emma was his love, his everything. This war threatened that love. And whoever this was who Captain America wanted… He’d hand them over to protect her… Adam’s singing was forced out by sobs, tears flooding his face.
”At the end of the world or the last thing I see, you are never coming home. Never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me, and all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me! Never coming home. Never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me. For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me!”
His body slumped forward, his sobbing quieting for a moment as the man softly muttered his song ever slowly forward.
”If I fall… If I fall…”
He couldn’t finish it. Of all the people he wanted in his life, it was Emma. He loved her more than he loved life. Far more. And if there was one person he wished to catch him, it was her. Forever. Love. Down.
Adam burst into a long note of ‘No’, shaking his head as he rocked rhythmically back and forth, side to side, trying to work his hands out of the zip-ties. Frustrated, unable to free himself to warn Emma, Adam stumbled to his feet, rushing forward. This only met him with being forced back by the soldiers who now guarded his tent. Again they worked to push him back. But with Adam’s feet firmly planted, all they did was slide the man slowly back, Adam’s head between the two soldiers shoulders.
”At the end of the world, or the last thing I see, you are never coming home. Never coming home,” pushing harder now he worked against them, only met with equal force. “Never coming home. Never coming home. And all the things that you never ever told me, and all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me. Never coming home. Never coming home. Could I? Should I?”
To the floor he was sent once more, falling back against the wall he had smacked into. A quick back hand and Adam was almost tossed to his side. Face burning and feeling raw, Adam sobbed still in anger and frustration and loss. He barked and growled the words out, glaring down at the ground.
“And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me. For all the ghosts that are never gonna...”
The music fading from around him, leaving him in just his tears and his misery of being used as a tool against those he loved and cared for, Adam now sat on the ground against the wall inside a tent at the American Base of Operations. Spittle stringed out from his mouth in his hard sobs, flicking to his knee. Tears streamed steadily and a drop of blood from his cheek fell to his.
Red and tired eyes fluttered open from his sleep, the remaining trails of tears staining his face, carving clean lines through the dust and the residue and the dirt. Hazel eyes flicked to the mouth of the tent around him, staring at the same two guards that had brought him in. His face still stung from being backhanded and told to stop shouting. He had tried for the freedom and the peace of all kind in the Nexus and every branch from it only to be taken hostage in this horrible battle between the unjust and the innocently accused.
Adam, and as it would seem the rest of the Nexus, was now a prisoner of war.
“I never said I'd lie and wait forever. If I known we'd be together now, I can't always just forget her. But she could try.”
He sat forward slightly, his head dropping down in a wincing tear of emotion.
”At the end of the world or the last thing I see, you are never coming home. Never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me, and all the smiles that are ever ever...”
His frustrations calmed, sighing in his song.
”Ever... Get the feeling that you're never all alone and I remember now. At the top of my lungs in my arms she’ll die. She dies.”
Again, he sat forward, shaking his head in refusal. Emma was his love, his everything. This war threatened that love. And whoever this was who Captain America wanted… He’d hand them over to protect her… Adam’s singing was forced out by sobs, tears flooding his face.
”At the end of the world or the last thing I see, you are never coming home. Never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the things that you never ever told me, and all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me! Never coming home. Never coming home. Could I? Should I? And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me. For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me!”
His body slumped forward, his sobbing quieting for a moment as the man softly muttered his song ever slowly forward.
”If I fall… If I fall…”
He couldn’t finish it. Of all the people he wanted in his life, it was Emma. He loved her more than he loved life. Far more. And if there was one person he wished to catch him, it was her. Forever. Love. Down.
Adam burst into a long note of ‘No’, shaking his head as he rocked rhythmically back and forth, side to side, trying to work his hands out of the zip-ties. Frustrated, unable to free himself to warn Emma, Adam stumbled to his feet, rushing forward. This only met him with being forced back by the soldiers who now guarded his tent. Again they worked to push him back. But with Adam’s feet firmly planted, all they did was slide the man slowly back, Adam’s head between the two soldiers shoulders.
”At the end of the world, or the last thing I see, you are never coming home. Never coming home,” pushing harder now he worked against them, only met with equal force. “Never coming home. Never coming home. And all the things that you never ever told me, and all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me. Never coming home. Never coming home. Could I? Should I?”
To the floor he was sent once more, falling back against the wall he had smacked into. A quick back hand and Adam was almost tossed to his side. Face burning and feeling raw, Adam sobbed still in anger and frustration and loss. He barked and growled the words out, glaring down at the ground.
“And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me. For all the ghosts that are never gonna...”
The music fading from around him, leaving him in just his tears and his misery of being used as a tool against those he loved and cared for, Adam now sat on the ground against the wall inside a tent at the American Base of Operations. Spittle stringed out from his mouth in his hard sobs, flicking to his knee. Tears streamed steadily and a drop of blood from his cheek fell to his.
Red and tired eyes fluttered open from his sleep, the remaining trails of tears staining his face, carving clean lines through the dust and the residue and the dirt. Hazel eyes flicked to the mouth of the tent around him, staring at the same two guards that had brought him in. His face still stung from being backhanded and told to stop shouting. He had tried for the freedom and the peace of all kind in the Nexus and every branch from it only to be taken hostage in this horrible battle between the unjust and the innocently accused.
Adam, and as it would seem the rest of the Nexus, was now a prisoner of war.