
Sequence Three: Memory Three
In the early hours of the morning, Samantha had woken up from a recurring dream regarding her final hours in the Caribbean before being kidnapped from that timeline to one three-thousand years ahead.
The blonde awoke in a pool of her own sweat, her nightdress soaked and the brisk chilly air condensed the fabric of her clothing to reveal her more sensitive parts as it stuck to her body. Samantha sat upright and looked over to her left where she found her lover, Wanda Maximoff, still fast asleep, lying with her back to the blonde woman letting out staggered breathing at two thirty-eight in the morning.
Samantha's blue orbs surveyed the darkness of the room where the moonlight slipped inside from the opened blinds. She closed her eyes to concentrate on reducing her heart rate as well as get her breathing under control. In order to quench the thirst in her throat, Samantha got out of bed and, assassin-like, fled the room and headed to the kitchen to acquire a glass of water.
A specific path to the kitchen from her room was illuminated by the ceiling lights with the help of F.R.I.D.A.Y., who remained online twenty-four/seven.
Finding a glass, Samantha held it under the tap and filled it almost to the brim before she chugged it all down her throat. By the time she reached the kitchen, her nightdress had gradually separated from her body, allowing more privacy to her sweaty body.
"Can't sleep?"
A voice came out so suddenly that it startled the blonde, almost causing her to yelp.
"Jaysus!" Samantha cursed in a loud whisper. "Don't do that, Natasha. You gave me a fright. But aye. What the devil are you doing up at this hour?"
The orange-haired woman sat in the adjoining room on the one-seater, directly facing Samantha in nothing but a black gown.
Natasha offered a comforting smile as she spoke softly. "Just one of those nights, you know? Lot of past trauma coming back to haunt you... things that you wish you could've prevented from happening. In my case, it was the Red Room."
"Aye. I read your report – well, as confidential as it was, I managed to decipher a few things, or at least make some of it up so it made sense."
"So you know why I'm doing this. The blood in my ledger."
"You can't let the venom of guilt poison you forever, Natasha. You've done plenty to wipe the book clean."
The smile on her face instantly disappeared, like a shadow in the night. Natasha stared unpleasantly at Samantha as she stood up and made her way into the kitchen.
"There's nothing I haven't done to make you think otherwise."
"But you're better now than you were before. You escaped your past, and here you are. Victorious in saving the world from an alien invasion, a robot invasion, and countless espionage missions that saved the lives of hundreds of thousands. I've done no fair share of heroism, for my gains have done nothing but benefit a republic doomed to fail because of lacklustre turncoats... curse the lot of 'em!"
A minute of silence fell, creating slight tension as neither were able to contribute anything worth conversing about until Natasha put forward a question regarding Samantha's history in piracy.
"What was it like? Living in those days. I mean, you lived in a period with the most infamous pirates that ever lived: Charles Vane, Anne Bonny, Jack Rackham, Mary Read, Edward Kenway, Blackbeard, Bartholomew Roberts. Spill the beans!"
"Well, my upbringing was not a stylish one, birthed to a privateer and the daughter of a plantation owner from Bath. My mother died of syphilis when I was an infant, leaving me in the care of my mother's family while my father was out at sea, trying to make a fortune with gentlemen sailing under King George's flag. My father press ganged me into his fleet of irate pirates under the title of Andrew Dawson, but under no circumstances was I to relent from my mother's maiden name."
As she explained her life story, Samantha broke eye contact from Natasha every so often due to unhealed emotional trauma.
"So I disguised myself and I sailed with my father before being recruited with another pirate captain. Captain John Auger of the Neptune's Revenge. I sailed for about a year, year and a half, before I met my most memorable love, Anne Bonny, a waitress at the local tavern of Nassau. We fell in love, but that was before I found out she was already someone else's lass. But I didn't care at the time. She never loved him anyway."
Natasha frowned as she could feel the heartbreak build up within her.
"In April of 1721, one of my dearest friends died from disease while we were rotting in a Jamaican prison in Kingston. A few months or so before, I'd learnt that my 'beloved' Anne had bedded with one of the most reckless, incompetent, perverted pirates I had the displeasure of knowing... Jack Rackham."
It was out of habit that Samantha almost hocked saliva on the floor, but she quickly remembered where she was and how things had changed throughout the years. She stopped herself from spitting saliva on the floor to curse Jack Rackham's soul before continuing her story-telling.
"Never saw Anne's child – the poor child was torn out of her arms, never to be seen again. I'll never forgive her for betraying me. I have Wanda now, and she's all I could ever want. But I do miss my old friends. By God, I miss them. Even my father. For the heinous treatment I'd shown him, I truly did care for him, deep down. I just wish he knew..."
"He does, Samantha. I'm sure they all do."
The two agreed to part ways for the time being in order to gain rest for an upcoming mission later that afternoon.
Samantha found herself in the comfort of her bed, colder than before, but relieved that she was now relaxed and able to fall back asleep with her girlfriend in her arms. Snuggling up against her girlfriend's back, Samantha took a deep inhale and a slow exhale as she gradually drifted back into slumber.
Now in the later hours of the morning, the sun was out and the room was much brighter than before. Samantha woke up before Wanda again and decided to shower so that she could freshen herself up for a better day ahead.
'As I was out walking one morning in May
I spied a young couple who fondly did stray
One was a young maid so sweet and so fair
And the other was a soldier and a bold grenadier
And they kissed so sweet and comforting
As they clung to each other
They went arm in arm along the road
Like sister and brother
They went arm in arm along the road
'Til they came to a stream
And they both sat down together
To hear the nightingale sing
Out of his knapsack he took a fine fiddle
And he played a merry tune that you ever did hear
He played her such a merry tune that the valley did ring
Oh, soft cried the family as the nightingale sings
And they kissed so sweet and comforting
As they clung to each other
They went arm in arm along the road
Like sister and brother
They went arm in arm along the road
'Til they came to a stream
And they both sat down together
To hear the nightingale sing
Well, I'm off to India for seven long years
Drinking wines and strong whiskies instead of small beers
And if ever I return again it be in the spring
And we'll both sit down together
To hear the nightingale sing
"Well then," says the fair maid, "Will you marry me?"
"Oh no," says the soldier, "How well can that be?"
For I have my own wife and the banks of the D
And she is the fairest damsel that you ever did see
And they kissed so sweet and comforting
As they clung to each other
They went arm in arm along the road
Like sister and brother
They went arm in arm along the road
'Til they came to a stream
And they both sat down together
To hear the nightingale sing...'
There was never a fairer delight for Wanda to wake up to the graceful, angelic singing of her girlfriend. The bathroom provided backup for her singing as if it were a choir performing for the brunette who'd woken up without her girlfriend lying beside her.
Wanda climbed out of bed and observed her girlfriend from the adjoining room where she could peek at the fair maiden bathing under steaming hot water. While the condensation prohibited Wanda from the glorious sight of her lover and her curves, she decided to educate herself with the intricacies of every inch of Samantha's body from inside the shower.
Removing her clothes, Wanda entered the shower and massaged Samantha's back with soap. Her body pressed itself bare against her back and added extra detail to cleaning between Samantha's legs.
"Ahoy, love." Samantha greeted the brunette's lingering touch in her inner thighs.
"Mmm. Hey, you." Wanda nipped at Samantha's neck. "You sing so beautifully. How did I get so lucky?"
"You flatter me, darling."
Samantha pursed her lips but the moan that came from her was undoubtedly orgasmic. The sheer ecstasy from being held so dearly by her girlfriend made Samantha buckle at the knees as a result of feeling her magical touch and her body pressed against her.
After having a soothing shower, both Wanda and Samantha made their way to the kitchen to have breakfast. Nobody else was around, so they occupied the room with the sound of music from the bluetooth speaker propped between the toaster and coffee machine; Samantha operated the coffee machine while Wanda loaded the microwave with bacon.
They both danced and jumped to the melody playing an upbeat tune. Though modern music wasn't entirely Samantha's cup of tea, she was partial to some that took her interest, but not everything: certain songs by artists or limited genres.
Samantha couldn't take her eyes off of the brunette as she danced jubilantly, without a care in the world. The rhythm to her dancing was eloquent in ways that proved she was truly more talented than she claimed herself to be, for Wanda believed that through her own self-awareness, boasting about such things would leave her an outcast and ashamed amongst others, especially those whom she called friends.
By the time the song was over, Samantha never realised how long she'd been staring until a hand waved at her, snapping out of her thoughts, drawing her back to reality.
"Miláček (Darling), are you having the visions again? Do you need me to-" Wanda cooed as she cupped her lover's cheeks and whisped magic into Samantha's mind.
What she found, she did not expect.
Wanda did not immediately retract herself out of Samantha's thoughts, for she was blessed with praise and all sorts of love and affection regarding her beauty and aptitude.
"Nothing grievous plagues my mind but you," Samantha answered quickly. It was evident in her voice that she was confident and strong and reassuring.
Relieved by the reassurance, Wanda repositioned her arms so that they were hanging over Samantha's shoulders. From what she had in mind to say, Wanda found no sufficient amount of courage to get out a proclamation of her love to her. She said nothing and stared deeply into her ocean-blue eyes, their minds absent from the breakfast waiting for them.
Once they'd snapped out of their haze, the two women retrieved their meals and sat themselves down at the dinner table, directly opposite each other with Samantha sitting with her back to the kitchen and Wanda to the opposite wall.
Eating was peaceful. On previous occasions, Samantha had to endure surviving on rations aboard a vessel or in a crowded area with drunkards, courtesans and a rebel band who were always changing their tune whenever a glass bottle exploded or a table shattering into splinters under the weight of a large pirate. She fondly remembered the strange ambience, as well as eavesdropping on conversations from time to time.
While the two women were enjoying the serenity, the sound of clattering stole their attention. From one of the hallways, a small, round object rolled towards them when it started beeping rapidly. Samantha immediately realised what it was and she ordered Wanda to move away.
She and Wanda got up out of their seats and dove to one side right as the object exploded. The table and surrounding objects were destroyed in the explosion, injuring the two women as well. Loud, heavy footsteps grew closer, where a figure well over seven feet tall stormed in, wielding a modified assault rifle.
A man who didn't belong to Earth had scanned the room for movement once the attack began. On his face was white face paint in the shape of a skull. His eyes were blazing red and he had his hair fixed into a hair bun.
An alarm was triggered, which put the entire compound in lockdown: everyone was warned of the danger unfolding – the Avengers headed to the source of the commotion while S.H.I.E.L.D. staff reached their emergency locations to assist but at a safe distance.
The stranger found Wanda lying on the ground, concussed from the explosion and hitting her head on the floor. He aimed his gun downwards at her with the intent to finish her off while she laid, immobilised, when loud, barbaric screaming rang out from behind him. He too screamed when a blade embedded itself into his shoulder blade.
Samantha clung onto the attacker's body by the kitchen knife sticking out of his shoulder. She was thrown off of his back and she rolled, positioning herself in a kneeling position with a cleaver in her left hand and a boning knife in her right hand.
"Oh no... you have to deal with me now." Samantha grit her teeth together.
The attacker barely had time to react as Samantha lunged towards him, specifically targeting his calf which she cut when she dropped down and slid on her legs. Jumping up to her feet, Samantha spun around and hacked her weapons at the attacker with precise attacks which could have seemed random and berserk at first, but she knew better as it was her tactic to distract him enough to apply more wounds onto his body without any anticipation of where she could strike him next.
Samantha managed to injure him enough to make the giant fall onto one knee, disarmed and wounded; bleeding all over his exposed arms and legs. Samantha held the knife up to his throat, with the cleaver reared behind her head.
"TALK! Talk and I might let you live. Who are you?! Why did you attack us?! Who sent you?! And, what the fuck are you?!" Samantha threatened angrily.
The Cadovan male breathed raggedly, seething from the cuts and stab wounds all over his body from a master combatant.
"Go das't yourself, Terran," he spat boldly.
Samantha swung the cleaver downwards into his shoulder, making his wound deeper.
"YAAAAARRGGHHH!! Hur... hurgh... das't this..."
"I won't ask again."
The Cadovan muttered inaudible things under his breath before he came clean and told Samantha his purpose on Earth and why he specifically targeted the Avengers compound.
"My name... is Cadivan. I'm an intergalactic bounty hunter just trying to get his pay fixed. My employer was very charitable when he told me who I had to go grab and bring him to Asgard. Yeah. Asgard, of all places."
"Who is your employer?"
A wide grin grew on Cadivan's face as he glared at her with his blood-red iris'.
"Odin Allfather..."
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