#thread. ( june & grant. ) ( hydra. ) ( au. ) 001.

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       @magicandsciencemuses - ward gets a starter based on our plots from [x] // hydra au.

              She couldn’t seem to stop shivering, even if her body temperature was technically back within a normal, almost room temperature range, and she sat, curled on the couch in the barrack suite she’d been assigned, blanket wrapped around her, arms crossed over her stomach, legs curled up towards her chest, trying to keep her teeth from chattering, trying to convince herself that the cold was all in her head.  Yet another brutal round of tests, examinations to determine exactly what she was capable of surviving, enduring.   What happened when they found something she couldn’t, she wondered, and she found the thought oddly comforting.    Her gaze twitched upwards, the moment of tension easing slightly as she saw who it was that had entered, and she even managed something close to a smile, however wan.   “P-please tell me you brought coffee,” June managed, a weak attempt at humor.

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           @magicandsciencemuses // uc ward & enchantress/june || hydra au.

She’d lost count of the hours, the days, since the soldiers had stormed her townhouse, had pulled her from the muck and the mire, had shuffled her from place to place, holding cell to holding cell, truck to tank and back again.  She’d lost track of how many times she’d finally started to slip into an exhausted slumber, only to be pulled, and prodded awake, dragged into yet another laboratory with another scientist, with more tests, invasive and agonizing -- testing her limitations, testing her endurance, her physical capabilities, her control, her stamina, her pain endurance, just -- how far they could push her without her breaking, without loosing the witch inside of her.

     She didn’t now how they’d managed to contain it, to subdue her, to sedate her, she didn’t know if it was sheer exhaustion, if it was something in the runes that they’d carved into her skin, the collar around her neck, the drugs that they’d pumped into her body --  she should be grateful, she supposed, that they’d managed to, for now at least, find a way to subdue the wretched creature, but it didn’t give her a moment’s peace, screaming and writhing in rage and agony in her head, her body bruised and aching, her heartbeat seeming sluggish, and yet deafening in her head, the world swimming in double vision -- or maybe it was just tears -- 

    She half flinched, at the sudden appearance of a figure -- a rapid set of blinks to clear her vision, a vaguely familiar face, one that had traveled with her, from place to place, the feel of something against her lips -- a straw, and she gulped, greedily, the cool water a blessing against her throat, cracked lips, and she nearly downed the entirety of the glass before she allowed herself a breath.   “Th--thank you,” June managed, her voice low, and raspy still.