Winter's Deception

Chapter 2

Rose stiffened when Metal Arm Man moved closer to her, and the act didn't go unnoticed. He took a step back and pulled of his mask with a look of anger and disgust, tossing it to the ground revealing an attractive man in his early 30s. He ran a finger through his long messy hair, turning towards her with a huff, " I hate that thing." He shrugged, as if he needed to explaining his actions to her.

     He stepped towards her again and hesitated when she raised her chin and made eye contact. He raised his hands to show he meant no harms. "I'm sorry! Sorry! You can trust me! I didn't want to hurt you..." His voice trailed off as he took in her messy state and fierce eyes.

     Confusion was a major understatement to describe how Roselyn felt. If it weren't for her broken ankle, she would've kicked his ass just for the headache he was giving her. She cocked an eyebrow at him in disbelief.

"Trust you? You tried to kill me!" She pointed out the obvious, still in shock over the situation.

"You stabbed me! With my own knife!" The man rebutted in a way that made Roselyn notice how foreign the words seemed coming out of his mouth verses the man she had priorly assaulted. It seemed as if she was talking to a completely different person. This added even more unasked questions to her mind.

    God. She really needed a drink. She's have to settle with what she had, however. And that just so happened to be him.

"Because you tried to kill me!"

The man huffed in response and ignored the glare being thrown his way as he knelt beside her. She was obviously not doing any trusting soon, but he knew she was too weak to move on her own. He felt a wave of guilt flood him as he looked at her swelling ankle and calf, knowing he was the cause of her pain. He slipped an arm under her shoulders to hoist her up. Rose jolted making him loose his grip on the woman. He felt uncomfortable as she continued to examine him, but it turned to dim anger and irritation as her gaze landed on his bio-mechanical arm. He snapped his head to the side and  looked her right in the eye as she gazed back with stunning hazel eyes. He momentarily forgot what he was going to say, but fell from cloud 9 when she spoke again, asking something about what he was doing. He gestured towards her ankle.

"You can't exactly walk in this condition," he began but was cut off by her accusingly remarking, "Well who's fault is that?"

     The earlier guilt he felt came rushing back as he cleared his throat of the tightness forming there. He quickly suppressed the memory, and glanced at her. It was her turn to silence as her eyes connected with his cool blue ones. He rapidly turned from her, and continued to help her stand.

      She still had questions, many questions. She let one past her filter,"Why are you helping me?"

     Her answer never arrived as she limped a couple of feet before tumbling to the asphalt; instead of making contact with the ground, she was hoisted up again.

     When he bent down to lift her, she let him without resistance. He walked towards the scene of the accident with lifted spirits due to her sudden change in behavior, not knowing she had registered the look of pain and sadness in his eyes for just a fraction of the moment she looked into them.

     The silence was killing Rose. She could tell by the look of concentration on his face that he was in deep thought. She knew that whatever it was that he was thinking about had to be important. It was probably the repercussions of this little rebellion. He was actually thinking he had been ready to kill her, but that all stopped with a headache and when she spoke a simple sentence....

Dammit... What had she said? He couldn't really remember anymore, as was the case with most things in his mind. The jumbled mess that Hydra had left in its wake torn at his conscience. What could she have said that triggered something in him?