the air is warm,sweet,
new.
she steps out
behind him
but not behind.
he introduces her.
they don't seem pleased.
she reaches towards her knives,
but he stops her.
wait.
his voice whispers,
soft,
hear me out.
begging her not to run,
begging her to listen,
begging her to trust.
okay.
and she waits.
she listens.
she trusts.
they offer her something,
something new.
she takes it.
and hits,
reset.

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red [complete]
Poesíabefore she was a weapon, she was a girl. [ clintasha inspired - pre-avengers ]