❝War-torn child, you know better than anyone how to cry in silence for things gone by and how to kill and kill without seeing their eyes. War-born child, you were made to hold brawls between your knuckles and bury old friends and old memories betwee...
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THE BOY WAS QUICK TO GET UP, stumbling backwards to avoid Andrea's knife. She slashed the edge of the blade in his direction before he disappeared in a blur of grey and blue. Andy didn't relax with the lack of his presence.
Instead, she kept the grip tight on her knife, ignoring the throbbing pain from the wound on her arm. Her feet moved of their own accord, turning her in circles to catch even the slightest glimpse of him. She had to be prepared for any outcome.
But, he was so young.
Andrea's stomach churned. She wondered if he'd been given a choice. He seemed less machine than the Jones woman had been during her time with HYDRA. It was hard to imagine, but it wasn't entirely impossible for volunteers to take part in experimentation.
The thought made Andy sick. She didn't want to believe it. But, in order to confirm her suspicions, she would have to gain his trust. Or lower his guard enough to get him talking.
So, she bided her time. It wasn't long before there was another blur from the corner of Andrea's vision. She whirled around, stunned by the sudden sight of the Sokovian. His speed made him nearly imperceptible.
He stood casually enough, but his gaze was calculated and calm. If he was concerned about the threat Andrea portrayed, he didn't show it. He was cautious, which was good, but just arrogant enough to show off.
Andy's voice broke through the near-silent forest; a sign of their distance from the rest of the fight, "Do you know who I am?"
She was stalling. If this was going to work, she would have to set a plan in motion. The sound of gunfire was distant now, and Andy knew she'd wandered too far from the battlefield. There was no one coming to help.
The boy grinned and gave a slow nod. Andy pursed her lips. She knew it was a bad idea, but she did it anyway. The knife fell from her grasp, in spite of every ounce of common sense that told her to keep it held tight.
The Sokovian boy watched her, suspicion still in his gaze.
"I'm not the enemy, no matter what HYDRA has told you," she said. "You might not think I'm an Avenger like the rest of the world, but I'm not the Reaper either."
In the midst of her rant, Andy felt her gaze fall. She knew taking her eyes off the target was a bad idea almost as soon as she'd done it. But, by the time she'd looked up again, he was gone.
Andrea cursed— and then froze as an arm wrapped around her shoulder.
"Walk with me?" The boy asked, though, with the knife he held against her stomach, Andy figured she didn't have much of a choice.