Recruit

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

"Daddy?" I ask, he's walking out of a terminal at the airport, his blonde hair as long as they would let him keep it, uniform on, one duffel bag.

"Sweetheart!" He shouts and runs to me, hugs me, picks me up and spins me around.

"Daddy!" I say, I just like being able to say it.

He hugs me tight, I hug him, 'I won't cry, I won't cry, I refuse to cry.' I repeat over and over in. Y head.

"Daddy, boobs, ow." I say, trying to lighten up the atmosphere, and not cry.

"Sorry sweatheart, look at you so big, why did you leave me?" He ask, setting me down, looking at me.

"What dad, you left me if anything." I say, wiping my waterline, confused.

"You didn't even go."

"Didn't go where? Dad what are you talking about?"

"You didn't go to my funeral,why?" He asked, this isn't real, I'm dreaming.

Suddenly a gunshot went off, no one in the airport seems to notice. My dad stops, and looks down, his uniform becoming dark and wet with blood over his chest. I know it's a dream but I can't help but try and save him. I press down on his chest, screaming for help. No one sees me, no one hears, even looks at me. I screaming for help, as loud as I can.

"You didn't go." He says with one last breath, then his eyes go misty and his head falls.

Blood trickles out of the corner of his mouth. I put my blood stained hands over his eyes and closed them, leaving blood on his fore head. I cry, I scream, like and normal person would, until I feel the barrel of a gun on my head. I freeze. Turning slowly, so the guns to my forehead I see, uncle Nick?

"Uncle Nick?" I whisper.

"Why were you gunna shoot me? I though you'd be excited to see me, I'm alive you know. I never died, just went into hiding, so you see me and, hey let's shoot him?" He says, removing the safety.

"I- I panicked, you know that, please uncle Nick, help me, help me save him, there's still time." I beg.

"You should worry about yourself, that's all you worry about, you and that dog." He says, pointing behind him, I see Baby, in a pool of blood, my blood runs cold.

"No." I breath.

"Hm? Well, at least now she's not a concern, you can focus on yourself now." He says, cocking a bullet into the chamber. I see his finger move then suddenly it's all gone.

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I wake on a hard, cold surface, tied down. It's loud, like winds rushing through the cabin but I don't feel it. I look over and see Natasha, looking at me, her lip bleeding. She has on a head set, I realize I have one on too.

"Where are we?" I pant. It was a nightmare.

"On a military jet, you fight in your sleep, it Clint hadn't tied you down, he'd have more than a black eye." She says, I unite my right wrist with my mind and the then the left.

"God, sorry I had a bad dream." I apologize, remembering where we're going.

"No, I've had worse, it's just the first time someone's clocked me one while unconscious." She says, standing. I untie my feet.

"How'd you get a jet?" I ask.

"Clints high up there, he got us in." She says.

"Who's flying?" I ask.