''He's a kid.''
''A kid who can take down an entire room full of soldiers and blow up an entire military facility.''
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THE BLOOD HAD FINALLY DRIED. That was what he thought as he walked through the large forest. He had decided to ditch the truck, worried that they would be able to track it and find him faster. He had decided to leave off the track he was following to throw them off for as long as he could, which he hoped would be for a couple of days at least. Although considering he was running away from the Avengers, he didn't expect to get that far.
His mind raced with the events that had occurred not even a few hours ago and he could barely believe that he had done all of that.
The soldier could still see the gun in the female assassin's hand, the shield in the super soldier's, and the way the suit on the billionaire was meant to look intimidating to him.
He could also still feel the blood on his hands and arm from where he had been cut by the Avengers, even though he had lost both of his knives and his gun considering he had left them back at the army base. He hadn't been bested since his first mission, and even then he managed to kill the guy.
Unfortunately, he's never been against someone with the same amount of strength as him, maybe more, and he'd never had an encounter with the Avengers before or even anyone close to them. The only thing he had ever heard about when it came to the Avengers was when his handler was talking to one of his 'scientist friends' about a big threat that was slowly getting closer to the facility.
He couldn't remember anything after that considering how long ago it was, so in all honesty, he barely knew the Avengers existed.
The pain in his arm had numbed so he couldn't feel it anymore, but there was still an itching feeling from where the tracker used to be. For now, he had tied a strip of cloth around his arm that he had ripped off of his sleeve to stop the blood from showing. It had barely leaked luckily enough so it didn't look suspicious.
As he looked down at himself though, he realised that walking around in an army uniform that was ripped and had specks of dried blood on it might cause some suspicion on him once he made it to the town. He was going to have to find some clothes to change into and get rid of the ones he was wearing.
He trudged through the rough path before he saw that he had come to the edge of a town. He noticed it wasn't massively populated, so he didn't have to worry much about keeping it on the down low.
His first thought was to find a decently clean pair of clothes to change into so he didn't look like some psychotic man who just escaped from a mental asylum and murdered a bunch of people. He knew buying any clothes would be considerably difficult, considering he only had $5 that he had found under the dashboard and he wouldn't be able to just walk in.
He finally realised that the only way for him to get new clothes was to "borrow" clothes from one of the houses in the town he was approaching.
He hid behind a billboard sign, carefully making sure he was out of view from all sides before he looked around at all the houses around him. He hoped that in this part of the state, they'd hang their clothes outside. As he peeked around the corner of the billboard, his eyes immediately zoned in on someone's backyard.
