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Agent Dorothy Winston
Solovia was her home, after so many years of loss and grief. Formerly an Agent of the early foundations of S.H.I.E.L.D during the warring years of Hitler's rule over Germany. The prominent woman with a vast amount of skills found herself involved with the creation of the very first Avenger. Captain America- or the more formal Steve Rogers, a sweet young man from Boston. Befriending and coming to love the Captain from a distance, she aided his efforts to join the war efforts rather than being a circus performer. Though the greatest efforts of the brave Steve Rogers-, he was lost to the world at the end of the war. No one knew where indeed he'd gone, though after some time it became popular belief that he was dead. But, all that was years ago, seventy-three years to be exact.
Solovia in the year 2015, had fallen prey to the attack of creation by Tony Stark that went rogue.
Miss Dorothy Winston had once more taken on birthname, much like she did some seventy-years ago during the war. But rather the life of an agent, she's a modest woman that contributes long hours to the office she works in. She was busy typing away at her desktop computer when the first explosion riddled through the building. A large number of people were left seriously maimed and some even laid death on the carpeted floor which soaked up there. The shock had settled into her mind, as blood wept from a sticky wound on her brow. Bits of brains and organ showered the top of her desk when she pulled herself out from underneath it.
Sirens of evacuation rung through the various floors of the collapsing building. No one, not a sobbing soul made a move on her floor. It was still, and almost hauntingly quiet. Something the one hundred and sixty-nine-year-old woman could very easily compare to- silent pictures and the rattling of shells during the last two world wars she was in. So she knew that those people had to get out of there, right then and there.
Kicking her busy office heels off and under her desk, the woman began to go around to the people still alive and encourage them to leave with her. Knowing it was the only hope for them to get out now and alive. Her heart raced, pounding against her chest. Able-bodied people who weren't injured carried the injured out, going down the stairs floor by floor pulling nervous wrecks out of the now burning building. Helping people find older buildings to hide in amongst the chaos, Dorothy decided to help the police. Their goal was to evacuate the city and all the people in it. Not one person was apparently going to be on this rock when something tragic was going to happen.
Along her attempts to get people out of the city, she was hit by some flying debris. Stumbling back and falling against the ground, huffing roughly due to the winding the fallback debris and hit caused her. Blonde hair stained a different shade due to the blood seeping from her head wound. Casual office attire; blue-grey blouse and washed out blue jeans were dirtied. Her black canvas tennis shoes were stained by the carpet in her office building, and brick dust.
Vaguely looking around trying to figure out where she was, Dorothy felt like her state of consciousness slipping. It could have been a hopeless dream, but there he was. The lost soldier she loved so dearly. Across the battlefield, she found her strength once more pulling herself up.
One of the robots had him in their line of aim, reaching down to pluck a weapon from a dead army officer. Dot prepared the automatic weapon and fired at the damaged bot. Watching it begin to glitch before exploding, Dorothy huffed feeling a sense of accomplishment in getting the bot. "It's good to see you alive, Steve... Don't look a day older from what I last saw you." Dot waved to the American, her English accent dancing on the tip of her tongue.
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