𝐻𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝑀𝑒 - 𝐵. 𝐵𝒶𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓈『2』

[2]

                                                                    Mardipoor

And the man that he had avoided for 7 years was standing there in full view.

'Nononono...'

Wyatt turned around sharply and started walking back down the hallway.

"Frey!"

"Don't call me that," He picked up his speed and reached the handle of the guest bedroom door. 

His wrist was grabbed by James while opening the door. Wyatt jerked away and made his way to the window. While reaching for it, his hands were suddenly grabbed. He was flipped over, his back pressed against the window. James lifted his hands above his head and pressed them against the wall, immobilizing him.

"Let go of me!" He angrily pleaded.

"Not until you tell me why you've been avoiding me," James spit back.

"If you can find me after your little mission, we can catch up," Wyatt smirked.

Without waiting for a response, he sent a kick to James' groin. When he doubled over in pain, Wyatt escaped out of the window. Flying out into the night sky, he sighed. He didn't know why he was so reluctant to talk to James. Something inside him just couldn't seem to face the fact that James still cared about him.

What happened to the feather though?

Years ago, shortly after his last meeting with James, their intertwined feathers suddenly died. Wyatt didn't know what had happened or gone wrong. He had always assumed James had severed the connection. 

Whatever he didn't care anymore.

At least that's what he told himself.

6 Months Later

Huff, Huff, Huff....

Breathing heavily, Wyatt slid down a wall carrying his stolen painting. The museum security was hot on his tail and was catching up quickly. His health had been declining for months now ever since the incident with James. 

"Faster...faster.." He whispered to himself.

Skidding around a corner he was met with a dead end.

"Shit!" he thought.

Looking up, he noticed a skylight perfect for him to fly through. Jumping up, he summoned his wings painlessly and burst through the skylight. Laughing giddily, Wyatt soared through the open sky. He kept a good hold on his stolen painting while riding the air currents. 

He had been fulfilling missions for Sharon for 10 months now, making a living through it. They stole paintings and sold them on the hidden market. It was dirty work but had a good profit.

He slowed down his escape after some time in the air, noticing his exhaustion creeping up on him. Looking below him, he could see the bustling island of Mardipoor. Flashing lights and nightclubs as far as the eye can see filled his view. He sighed at the homely sight of it. Wyatt had been living here ever since the disappearance of James and their severed connection. It was the perfect place for someone who wanted to fly below the radar and avoid the authorities. Just the type of place Wyatt needed. The government had no idea of his ties to HYDRA and his supernatural abilities.

Reaching Sharon's apartment, he landed on the windowsill and listened closely for any guests inside. Hearing nothing, he opened the window and let himself inside. Lethargy clung to his bones as he dragged himself into the living room. He placed the stolen painting down carefully on the coffee table before plopping himself on the couch. 

"Wyatt, is that you?" 

"Yes, Sharon"

Footsteps echoed through the apartment as she approached the couch where Wyatt had situated himself.

"Wyatt?" 

A hand pushed his hair away from his face.

"I've come to a decision, Wyatt" 

He simply groaned in response.

"You need to retire for a little bit."

He shot up quickly, "What, no I don't!"

Sharon looked at him exasperatedly, "Yes you do, I've made a few calls and Bucky is willing to let you live in New York City with him."

"I'm not living with him or moving to New York! I'm fine, Sharon"

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am!"

"How about this, think of it as a mission. You can gather intel for me about the government and their moves."

Wyatt covered his face with his hands.

"Fine"

a'n: hey...how ya'll doing...its been a while...haha...

also idk how grammar works even after a hiatus

I'll probably disappear again after this, I've stopped using wattpad to read fanfics and have been using other sites so I kinda forgot I had stuff written on here.