"There is a house in New Orleans.

They call the rising sun."

The melody was playing on and on. The same song, over and over again. She was moving her feet back and forth, her head left and right, dancing to the rhythm. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed every single bit of the music, lost in her paradise. Lost in her song. Lost in the notes. Lost in the--

"HEY! I was listening to that!„ the girl moved forward and tried to take her iPod back in her hands but the man had already hid it behind his back.

"Not funny Jonathan!„ she let herself slide down from the silver counter, standing on her feet. Jonathan raised his hand as high as he could and she couldn't reach it, not even jumping would help.

"Look at you, little dwarf„ he joked, laughing.
"Cut it, tall man!„ finally she stopped jumping and crossed her arms on her chest.Her expression changing from a happy girl to a little old sad baby.
"What do you want?„

Without even speaking, Jonathan put the iPod on his pocket and then grabbed a tray giving it straight to her with a smile "its your turn!„

She looked up and down, her eyes looking at the tray, then back at the boy and then back at the tray and then back at the boy. She did that almost ten times until she finally gave in.

"fine!„

She snatched the tray and gave him a mad look before walking towards the white small doors. She closed her eyes, took a breath and...stood there.

"Ani! Please! It's not like you're going to war! For god's shake! There are people waiting to order.„
And just like that Jonathan had ruined her moment. She rolled her eyes and finally walked out of the storage room, with only one step finding herself across hundreds of people and kids sitting on the tables.

"Let's do this.„ she said to herself and Walked over the closest table.

She would take the orders, deliver them to the kitchen and then bring them back to the people and finally clean the tables so others could come and sit and then she would do the same thing on repeat.
Mostly they would ask for pancakes and milkshakes. Over and over again the same thing. "Hello what do you want to order?„ or "good morning, what can I bring you„

She had been living in New Orleans for a long time, for as long as she remembered. One day she woke up in a hospital bed, with bruises in her arms, terrible burns on her palms. She couldn't remember anything. Jonathan's mother Amelia Pond was her nurse and she helped her get her life together.  For the last couple of years, she had been working with Jonathan on his parents' cafe. It was built just a little outside of the center of the city.

She had her bestie, Roxana whos he had met from work and jonathan's family and that was enough. Well almost enough, there was always something missing and she'd always complain about it and when Roxana would ask her what exactly she was looking for, she would reply with a cocky smile across her face "I'll know when I find it„. But She never really asked for anything more as she liked to believe that life was an adventure by itself. After all she was living in a world, with flying, green, strong people and...gods, true the avengers were far away from where she was but there were still walking on the same planet. True it didn't effect her life as much as she would like to say but it was an excuse she would always use to stay at home for a lazy day "my planet has been visited by a god and you think my life is not adventurous enough?„

She loved the heat and she would rarely get cold. She'd walk around with shorts even at Christmas, something that everyone would question.

The one thing tho that everyone loved about her was her hair. Red like fire.

"Your hair are proof that you are a flame. An Artist„

Ms. Pond would say every time, Anastasia dared to question her drawing skills.

Sometimes she felt like, she had this fire within her, that she had to take it out on a peace of paper, by drawing monsters or shadows. Pictures that were carved in her head as if they were memories. She was a mystery to many but everyone loved her. Maybe it was her kind eyes, or simply her beautiful smile that she would give to everyone. But there was something drowning about her for sure. She was known as the red-haired angel around the island, the beautiful red-haired angel.

But maybe she wasn't an angel after all.

***

"Finally!„ not wasting any second she turned the open sign the other way, the cafe was closed. She walked to the storage room to pick up her stuff and wear her casual clothes. She unwrapped her white apron from her waist and with a simple movement unzipped her waitress uniform, an orange dress. But as she was about take it off, she heard a noise coming from inside the main room. She zipped her dress back up again and walked out of the storage room a bit scared, walking in a slow pace.

At first she saw no one but as she walked passed the wall and turned her head to the right she noticed a man about to head in the kitchen. There was only a small light in the middle of the room, so she couldn't recognize him.
"Can I help you?„ she asked.

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     It was like a melody, her voice soft as always, caressing his ears like a simple blow of air. When he turned to finally look at her all he could see was her pretty face and her redhaired braids hanging by the way that she had tilted her head to the side. The rest of her body was hidden behind the wall.

"Sir?„ she spoke again this time making another step forward showing her whole body.
She was still small as he remembered and she looked like a little girl, young. Always looked too young for her age, he thought. He couldn't believe it had been 3 years since he last saw her. It seemed like time hadn't touch her at all.

"I'm sorry„ he finally said. He moved forward, closer to the light and took off his sunglasses.
Now Anastasia was able to notice his blonde hair, his height and there was a spark in his blue eyes and those eyes...she could swear she had seen them before.

"Who are you?„ She felt like she knew him. She felt like she had drawn those cheekbones again. The lines under his eyes felt so familiar.

He slipped his hands in the pockets of his blue leather jacket and said simply.
"My name is Steve Rogers...„

It took her a while to realize where she knew that name from but when she did her eyes and mouth opened wide. Without hesitating anymore she took another two steps closer to him, and flicked the light switch on the wall next to her, on. Finally she could see his face clearly, his eyes were filled with wonders and she could see some pain there as well, she had drawn these many times.

He was looking at her like he was expecting her to do something, his eyes scanning her. He had no idea what would happen next but a part of him hoped that maybe she would remember him and all that they had been through together, right away. His hopes crumpled when she opened her mother.

"Shut up!„ she shouted, shocked. That was defiantly not the reaction Steve was expecting, he was confused but at the same time he felt good to see her smile like that again, he had missed that smile. Even before she left from his life completely she couldn't smile like that because of her brother's death.

"you're him! You are freaking captain America! I;ve met you before, I saw you, no one believed me but I saw you„ she squealed but then took a deep breath to relax "I mean...„ she cleared her throat and held her hand out for him to shake "i'm Anastasia Pond..on your service my captain!„ she was moving her lips right and left, trying to keep herself from smiling or worst laughing right in his face.

Pond, that was defiantly not the name he was used to but he took her hand in his anyway, A wave of electricity sliding through his hands up to his chest. He knew what he had to say and do but even thinking about the words hurt him. Thinking about how he would destroy this happy life she was living, hurt him.

"nice to meet you„ he whispered, his voice breaking a bit as he did. Anastasia looked down at their hands smiling and then let her hand slip away from his.

"What brings you to our cafe Captain?„ asked the redhaired, crossing her arms and smiling at him.
He didn't know how to tell her, the reason he was here was much more complicated than she could ever imagine. While he was lost in his thoughts, he noticed a red light right on her chest. It was the light of a sniper, his instincts took over and he pushed Annie on the floor to protect her from the shot, he stood above her, the glass across them started breaking in little pieces. Anastasia didn't say anything, she could barely catch her breath. she couldn't speak. She was looking directly at Steve's eyes, like she was trying to find a place to hide in them. She was scared.

"You ok?„ he asked, their eyes locked in each other's. she gulped and nodded.

"Go in the back! Now! run!„ his voice was sharp and straight forward, Anastasia got in her knees and started crawling towards the storage room.

Once she got inside, she sat with her back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling.
A part of her scared while the other half of her was thinking that this is going to be one hell of a story to tell. Her braids were messed up now, red strands of hair were covering her eyes. It's when she looked down at her palms that she realized she had been shaking this whole time adn her bruises started burning again.

There were loud noises coming from inside. With every bang she got even more scared and she felt so hot like she had high fever. Then suddenly the noises stop and all she hears is her breat and Footsteps?

She could hear footsteps, lady steps, it couldn't be Steven. Her face turned red, she could feel her skin heating up. She was whispering many things, random things.

"This dragoness disguised in lace -
passion's flower with angel's face,
precisely picks the time and place
each dream to chase, each dream to chase.„

While she was speaking her voice was breaking, the words were coming out hardly and pf all the things that could have come in her mind she couldn't understand why she was whispering that poem.

"Each dream to chase, each dream to chase...„

She whispered again and closed her eyes. For whatever reason, the poem was calming her down, she was calming down. Her heartbeat was slowing down too. The footsteps got closer, the door opened, there was light now in the room but Anastasia refused to open her eyes.

Natasha walked in slowly, placed her hand on Anastasia's shoulder.

"I'm not gonna hurt you Anastasia...you're safe„ she spoke.
Anastasia stopped talking, opened her eyes and turned her head to look at the woman sitting next to her. Her heartbeat fastened up again.

"What is going on with me?„ she was crying. It was both the pain and the confusion. Her head was filled with weird stuff, scary pictures and she was trying to make sense of it all in such a short time. It was practically impossible. She needed a paper and a pen. She needed to draw.

"You're remembering...how can you be remembering you haven't touched the stone yet...it's impossible„ Natasha took the girl's arms in hers and looked at her palms, her skin was burning, it was like the fire inside her was about to explode out of her pale body.

"It's that poem, I can't get it out of my mind....This dragoness disguised in lace - passion's flower with angel's face, precisely picks the time and place
each dream to chase, each dream to chase...each dream will chase...each dream will chase...GOD DAMMIT! MAKE IT STOP! I NEED TO DRAW! It's a panic attack- that's all it is! I just need to draw!„ Anastasia quickly moved her her hands away from Natasha's hold, her whole body started shaking again and Natasha had no idea how to help her.

The girl crawled towards a box and from there she grabbed a pencil and a white piece of paper. Her hand would move all around the page. She had no idea what she was drawing.

At that moment Steven ran in the room, exhausted. He was hoping to find Anastasia smiling again but looking down at her, he felt helpless.

His shield fell of his hand and he immediately ran by her side nut natasha stopped him before he touched her "Don't!" she said and they watched her as she continued drawing. Until it was clear that she had been drawing her brother.

The pencil in her hands got so warm it burned her. She threw it away and screamed in pain. Steve tried to hold her but she was fighting, hitting him with her arms, trying to Push him away again.

"Do you have the injection?!„ asked Steve, fighting to hold Anastasia in his arms. Natasha without losing any time got the haloperidol injection out of her pocket and stung the redhaired with it.

Silence followed, she slowly she lost all her senses fell asleep in Steven's arms.

"Steve she went crazy! Did you hear her? Saying that poem? She's not supposed to remember that! And...„ Natasha grabbed the girl's drawing "how can she remember him?!„

"I'm taking her on the Quinjet! Go find Jonathan tell him its over.„
"we are taking her back?„

Steve picked Anastasia in his arms, holding her bridal style. He looked down at Natasha kinda disappointed. "Tony is right, we- she doesn't have a choice."

Yeaahh hii, i'm reposting and restarting this story! I hope you will like it and please leave feedback. Thank you xx