I had been here for two weeks, I had remembered a few other memories, about Pietro, Wanda, and the Soldier.
The Soldier was out with his... I didn't know what the blonde man the called Steve was to him, but I did know that everytime they went out, there was a ninety-two percent chance they would come back to Steve's floor to watch TV and talk or play board games and argue.
I shifted into my original form, my human form, and sat on the couch on Steve's floor.
I chewed on my finger as I started my wait for the Soldier to get back.
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I heard the elevator open and laughter flooded into the apartment.
I was sitting on the couch with my elbows on my thighs and my hands tangled up in my hair.
I heard the talking stop abruptly when the two entered the doorway, "Hound?" I heard the Soldier ask.
I said nothing and did nothing to acknowledge my name.
"Hound?" He asked again, sounding more cautious.
I spoke this time, my voice sounded raspy and broken, "I knew them," my voice cracked from disuse.
"Who did you know?" The Soldier asked, his voice getting closer, I heard his quiet steps.
"The two on the jet, I knew them..." I told him, my voice still raspy.
I heard his steps stop a few feet in front of me, "I knew them..." I repeated and looked at him, my eyes showing pain and confusion.
"Did you remember your name?" He asked slowly.
I swallowed thickly and looked at him, "I... I think it's Radley..."
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The Wiped Hound (Avengers Fanfiction)
FanfictionAll Clint wanted was coffee, instead he got thrown into the trunk of a car, unconscious and without coffee. Perhaps he can reason with his kidnapper, who turns out to be another version of the Winter Soldier, and comes with a few connections and sur...
