When Sam Wilson woke he knew something was wrong. His Falcon exoskeleton suit was gone, leaving him in his normal attire. Beside him, Wanda Maximoff was laying on the dank stone floor unconscious. He touched her forehead and was relieved to feel that her temperature was normal.
He sighed. Where were they?
He stood, walking to the glass wall that sat on the far side of the cell. Unfortunately, there was nothing to see except for a dark stone hall lit by torches. That was odd. Who used torches for light anymore?
He placed his hand on the glass wall, half-expecting it to shock him, but it was a normal barrier. A lightbulb went off in his head. He looked at his hand, balled it into a fist, and punched the glass with all of his might. (He had once seen Steve Rogers punch glass and it cracked expectedly.) It felt like he had broken nearly every bone in his hand. He groaned as he cradled his throbbing hand. The glass, however, was unmarred.
He cursed. This was the fate he knew he was chancing by covering the Wakandans’ escape but still, it wasn’t often when he found himself captured. Or at least that used to be the case. This was the second time in six months that he found himself in a cell. That wasn’t a statistic to be proud of.
He heard movement and when he looked Wanda was rising to her knees and holding her head. He hurried to her side, startling her. Continue reading Captain America: Secret War (TWENTY-TWO)