cryptid
/cryp·tid/
noun
an animal that has been claimed to exist but never proven to exist
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The investigation of cryptid creatures from the general public sparked interest within SHIELD's Enh...
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"And here you are, living despite it all."
Washington D.C. February, 2005
VAY lunged, spinning on her heel as her wings slashed outwards. Tasha jumped to avoid the sharp edges as Vay threw her knife upwards towards her. Tasha caught it in her hand as Vay kicked her foot upwards. Tasha let out a sharp exhale as she slammed into her. Tasha hit the ground and flipped to the edge of the mat. Vay did the same, making distance between them as she flipped the other knife she had– the one she'd taken from Tasha.
Tasha was taller now, so Vay had to fight differently but that was okay– she was good at sparring. Commander Rumlow had taught her, but, most importantly, Papa taught her how to be graceful and swift, so she could be graceful.
Tasha darted forwards and Vay raised her knife and an arm. She jumped in the air and Tasha side-stepped. Vay kicked out her foot as she landed and Tasha jumped upwards before slashing the air with her knife, right towards Vay, who quickly flipped out of the way, dragging her knife across Tasha's leg– Tasha didn't react to the pain just how Vay didn't react to it either as Vay didn't fully dodge Tasha's knife.
It dragged along her shoulder, making a cut but not too deep.
Tasha darted back but Vay was faster. She grabbed Tasha's ankle from the ground and Tasha turned to kick her but Vay jumped to her feet and latched onto her, pushing both of them into the mat behind them. Tasha hit the ground then quickly turned them over so Vay was underneath. But Vay rammed her knife into Tasha's stomach– Tasha dodged it quickly by rolling off of her.
Vay rolled right towards her–
"Stop, stop, stop!" Uncle Barton shouted from above. "Oh my god, both of you are bleeding!"
Vay and Tasha both looked up to see Uncle Barton slowly descending from the upper ceiling deck.
Tasha put a hand on her hip as Vay tucked her blade into her waistband. She was wearing a pair of cargo pants and a black tank top that opened in the back for her wings. She tilted her head as Uncle Barton finally landed on the ground.
He walked up to them with wide eyes.
"Guys, you shouldn't be sparring with knives!" He gasped.
Vay shuffled closer to Tasha as she looked at Uncle Barton. She couldn't help but be a little scared. It was strange– Uncle Rummy told her that no one would hurt her here. But how was she supposed to believe that? She was always supposed to get hurt. It was weird to not get hurt.
