❝ IT'S NOT TOO
LATE TO, TOO
LATE TO SAVE
YOU. ❞
The moment Violett Hale heard Barry Allen's voice, she knew she was in trouble. She tried, but she couldn't resist the mellifluous sound coming through h...
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eighteen | mercy—shawn mendes
Going to the small room where they keep the mops, vacuums, decrepit artifacts in the dusty shelves along with more stuff to clean the slick flooring at the labs was not a good idea. I had gone to get a new bulb for the reading lamp in Cisco's workshop, since it got knocked into a wall when he tried to teach me how to fix some random piece of technology that I made explode. Hell, finding a bulb wasn't the only thing I did, for I had a small encounter with a strange-looking and disgusting little being that squirmed its way through boxes and things while I yelped and felt a type of fear I had never felt before. I pace around the Cortex with nervous and cold hands pressed against my cheeks and sudden shudders that rack my body every now and then, followed by feeling sick when I remember that H.R. offered himself to go to that room and try to catch it.
Caitlin—yet again—tries and fails to make Cisco stop laughing at me, for is all he's been doing in the past ten minutes as well as pointing out how loud my scream was—considering the fact that the room with the various supplies is pretty far from the Cortex. The brown eyed boy rises from his chair and grabs the bag of potato chips from his desk.
"I can't believe it. You—the badass killer queen, the super soldier that could kill someone with her bare hands—are scared of a tiny mouse?" It still gives me the chills when I remember the way it ran between and over my feet several times.
"I didn't know what a mouse was until today! What's the big deal?" The explanation on how I've never seen one of those rodents, since they did not exist back on my earth, doesn't seem to make him understand how little pleasant the situation was to me, "You yourself said you're scared of them as well, why is it so amusing then?"
"Because without my powers I'm just a regular person and you're a super soldier with enhanced senses and strength and stuff!" He exclaims and I look at him confused as hell and totally missing his point on how that has to do with the mouse.
"I thought we agreed not to call her that, Cisco," Caitlin pipes in, sliding her chair away from the desk, "from where she comes from that's not called a super soldier."
"Yeah, I get that. But, from where we come from—this little world of us—that is called a super soldier, no matter what," he says, wildly gesticulating with his hands and I look at Barry who is biting back a laugh, "you were genetically engineered and trained to kick other super soldier's asses!"
"That's not what we were called. Were called warriors, no super soldiers, Cisco," I say for the tenth time today.
"I agree with Violett, Cisco," Barry says, "I don't think that's the right term."
"I'm calling her that and nothing's gonna change my mind," he blurts, munching on a chip and making me chuckle for the first time since the mouse incident.
