Ezra Bridger and Sabine Wren: Inside the Framework

Viscous Reunion

Ezra walked up the stairwell to his appartment floor. He exited the stairwell, and, as he always did the evening after the nightmare for reasons he couldn't explain, he looked at the first door on the left. It wasn't his appartment, his was the last on the right. As he usually did, he merely ignored his curiosity to explore. He went into his appartment, and made a light meal.

After he finished, he looked at the time. 7:24. Typically, he would take the next half hour to work out. However, his curiosity was still strong regarding the first appartment. He grabbed his gun and sword, which was permanently died red from the blood of those he slew, and headed to the door. He reached the appartment and stabbed the lock. He opened the door and saw a lot of artwork and bullet holes. He began walking around, as if he knew the place. He opened the bedroom door and saw that it was oddly tidy. He saw pictures on the dresser. He picked one up and was relatively shocked. He was in it. He was with a beautiful woman who, in the picture, had blue and orange hair.

He then started to experience what he didn't know was a flashback.

Running throught the dusty hallways, he was running late to the marksmanship course. About 20 pistols were in his arms. He rounded a corner and ran into someone, dropping all of the guns. He bent down to pick them up but found that there were now 39 pistols on the ground. He and someone else grabbed the last pistol. He followed the arm to see the beautiful woman with died blue hair with orange tips.

"My name's Ezra," he said flashing a lopsided grin, "What's yours?"

"Sabine," she answered, sweetly, "My name's Sabine."

Ezra snapped out of the trance, and put the picture back. He looked at the rows that were on the dresser. With every picture, they got cheesier. They were at an amusement park in one, in another, they were Maid of Honor and Best Man. Yet the last one confused him beyond belief. It was a three picture frame. The on one the top left had him holding her up in a hug, they were kissing. The one on the bottom right had her being dip kissed, ala WW2 picture. The last one, she had an engagement ring on.

Was I, were we... He thought.

"Ezra?" he heard behind him.

Earlier, Sabine had gotten to the appartment complex that she used to live at. It was also where Ezra lived. She saw that her old appartment door was open. She ordered a tactical unit, that was mandatory for her to bring, to stay outside. She walked in and saw Ezra in the bedroom. She went to the doorway and saw him rummaging through their photos. He came across the last one, and froze in place, as if lost in thought.

"Ezra?" she asked.

His head rose, and he looked directly at her, his face expressionless. He unsheathed his sword and moved to attack her. She began to back out of the room calling to him, telling him who she was. He rose his sword to strike her down, but out of his top periferal he saw black. His focus shifted, he saw that the people at the door weren't Hydra. They were S.H.I.E.L.D. operatives. He shoved her aside, and charged the enemies. But before he could strike any of them down, a shot was fired, and Ezra fell to the ground. Sabine was holding up a pistol, the end was smoking.

"Icer," she said, shakily, "we bring him in, see if he knows anything, and turn him into an asset."

"Translation," said Caesar, "take him in, see if he gets his memory back, and then they can finally get married."

"Shut up, Caesar."

They dragged Ezra's unconcious body down the stairs. Sabine was last to arrive in the parking garage. She was still trying to figure out why he attacked her.

Next chapter will answer a few more questions.