Eduardo x Jon Story

Coming Home

As soon as the idea of freedom crossed his mind, he instantaneously hid the gun away and ran out of the alley into the streets where he continued his escape.
'Freedom....freedom....freedom.' Was all he could comprehend.
He'd wanted it for so long.

What was he to do? Home would be the first place they'd check.

He purposely bumped into a man who was obliviously walking in the other direction. Expertisingly grabbing his wallet and phone.

"Sorry man!" He spoke quickly as he sped away.
He opened the phone, which thankfully had no lock and frantically dialed a familiar number.
On the other end the phone rang and rang, raising Jon's anxiety seven fold.
"Pick up....pick up!" He muttered to himself, full of adrenaline.

Finally the phone clicked,
"Hello?"
It was Mark.
He'd forgotten what his voice sounded like.
"Hey Mark," he huffed.
"Jon!?!"
"Yeah."
"Where on earth have you been!?"

Jon didn't have the time for explanation.
"Doesn't matter, I'll be home soon. As soon as I leave, for your own safety  you should find a new place to live.

"Jon-"
He hung up the phone before Mark could question him.

It took him almost an hour to get there, since he'd hailed a cab that knew the adress.
He'd paid the driver with the money from the wallet he stole.

As soon as he'd gotten to the porch Mark had jerked open the door.
The man looked as if he were about to speak a storm of questions, but Jon only stepped passed him into the house.

"Jon, what's going on? Where have you been?" The tall blonde grabbed the crook of his arm, "you're bleeding!"

Jon sighed and ripped his arm away.
"I can't tell you, don't want to talk about it and I was bleeding. It's already healed." He explained shortly while urgently heading upstairs to his room.
Once there he went straight to his bed and kneeled to pull an old gray suitcase out from under it and began to pack the clothes from his drawers and closets.

Mark watched him pack fairly confused and worried for Jon.
He'd even had to do a double take at the gun Jon had pulled out from his vest.
"Did you just pull a gun-"

"Mark. You are wasting time with dumb questions. Get your stuff, get in your damn car and drive yourself to a apartment complex that can move you in today." Jon ordered as he closed up his first suitcase hurriedly.
Mark placed a hand on his shoulder, "not until you explain yourself."
Jon tore his shoulder away and turned to face the blonde with a deadly glare.
"Listen." He demanded, slow and in a hushed tone. "Bad people are coming after me. They wouldn't think twice about killing you or torturing you to get to me. I suggest, you leave."

Mark looked appalled, unable to respond to the threat. Instead he turned and walked out of the room.

Fifteen minutes later he'd passed Jon's room again, "....I called Eduardo. He's on his way home. I'm not sure what happened to you....but he missed you. We both did."
Jon paused what he was doing for a second, but chose not speak. "Goodbye Jon." Mark sighed and he had left the house.

The perfect soldier finished packing and stood in favor of sitting on his bed.
He needed to think for just one second, but he had no time.
He dropped his head into his hands trying not become overstressed.
He had no medicine for ptsd. All those pills were back at the Red Army in his quarters.
There was no way in Hell he'd go back for them.

It took Jon a mere ten minutes to locate all the weapons in the house to which he thoroughly equipped himself with.
He'd also replaced his ripped and bloodied button for a fresh clean one, but put the blood stained vest over it anyhow. It defeated the purpose and the reddish brown  stains of dried blood contrasted with the white fabric, though none of that mattered.
All Jon cared for was that it was bullet proof.

When he thought himself done, he stood and brought his luggage to the living room. He'd found the keys to the second car on the key rack next to the door, dragging one of the largest suit cases first.
He need to leave. Find somewhere and hide out. He wasn't sure exactly where yet but-
He stopped at the door when he heard the lock on the knob click open 
Jon pulled out his gun and aimed at the door. They've found him, his paranoia screamed. How could they have found him so fast? There's no way. No way!

The door opened to reveal a very shocked Eduardo 
"JON WHAT THE HELL?"
Jon relaxed and sighed out the breath he was holding.
'It's just him...' he told himself grudgingly. He put the gun back in his vest and walked passed Eduardo.

"Hey, wait a second,"  Eduardo spoke uncomfortably soft as he caught Jon's wrist.
"Jon, hey-"
"Let go," Jon tried to yank his arm away.
"No."
"I need to leave," persisted, keeping his eyes on the car.

"No, you can stay here."

"I can't and won't."

"Why the fuck not?!"

It was then Jon tore his arm away and glared at the taller.

Eduardo had stepped forward, anger clearly evident on his features.

Out of instinct, Jon punched him as hard as he possibly could.
The force knocked Eduardo to the ground, unconcious.

Jon stood there, staring down at the unconscious man in surprise. He stared at his balled up fist. He was appalled at himself, but after a second he was fine again and stepped over him to return to the house. He took out all his belongings at once. Loading the back of the car.

He'd jumped in the car, switched on the ignition but froze any movement when he caught the unconcious form behind him, laying on the concrete walkway to the porch.
He knew they'd get a hold of Eduardo. Probably mess him up just as they did to Jon.
Maybe more so when they find out about the man superpowers he gains from radiation.
.....The man deserved what was coming to him and yet Jon hadn't put the car in drive.

When he had, Eduardo laid in the back seat, still out cold and unaware of the world around him.