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Day One: Wade Wilson

Day One: Face-sitting || Cream-pie || Anonymous sex

In this version, you have a vagina!

CW: Some cursing, smut ;), and that's about it.

Today was another stressful day. Though I should be used to that by now. Every day I deal with the same cases, targets, coworkers run-ins, and so on. I’m tired, very tired. I thought I would be able to move away from some of that, moving across the country, but I suppose not.

I continued to walk down the street, my destination, my apartment. At times, I would classify it as an apartment, but then again, it’s what I can afford right now. Moving can be expensive and to New York nonetheless.

I sigh escaped my lips as I passed by an alleyway. There were people walking out of the building, drunk I assume. Perhaps a bar? I could stop in. A couple of drinks wouldn’t be so bad. Might even help me relax before I get home to nothing and no one. So, I decided to stop into the bar.

It wasn’t too busy. To be expected on a Wednesday night I suppose. People must already be at home sleeping or getting extra work finished before the next day. But not I. Tonight, I will drink away my stress and enjoy a well-earned sleep when I get home.

I took my seat. A man with curly hair took my order and walked off to prep it. I glanced around the bar. Mary Margret’s Dead Pool? There were a list of players and bets and ages? What kind of bar is…oh, that kind of bar. They work in the same field as me. At least I know a place to make friends now, I thought as the bartender placed a drink in front of me.

I continued to down my drinks. Over, and over, and over, and over. I didn’t want to stop. I saw the bartender give me a weary glance a couple of times before he finally came over.

“I think that’s enough for tonight. This isn’t the place you want to get too drunk at,” he said, attempting to pull my half-drunk cup from me. I clenched my hand around it before he could.

“I know exactly what kind of place this is…”

“Weasel,” he said. I held back a chuckle.

“I know what kind of place this is Weasel. Anyways, I’m not that drunk,” I said, pulling my drink and hand from his grasp. Weasel gave me a long look before walking off to tend to other people at the bar.

“You shouldn’t give Weasel too hard of a time yea,” I heard a man say behind me.

I went to turn but saw no one. I was confused. Wasn’t there someone just here? Maybe I’m drunker than I thought. I turned back to my drink only to see it gone. I looked down the bar to see Weasel talking to another patron, so it wasn’t him.

“You like this stuff,” the voice said before I saw the glass that once held my drink being placed on the bar in front of me.

“What do you want,” I asked the unknown person. I was on edge. I don’t like not knowing who’s interacting with me, especially when I can feel that they are in my space.

“I just wanted to say hi to the new face. We don’t get too many new people here…well new people who last very long. Hopefully, you’ll last longer than most,” the voice said.

“I’m sure I will,” I told him as I went to stand. I didn’t bother looking for the face to the voice, I just wanted to leave. I didn’t think he followed me, so I just left the bar and walked home to my warm bed.

A couple of months went by. I started participating in the “dead pool” as they call it. I wouldn’t say I’m the best when it comes to betting, but I tend to have pretty good luck, and it’s nice to have more money in my pockets. Work has been…normal. Not much different than the last place I was from. The biggest difference being the number of contracts coming my way. But that was to be expected. New York is much bigger than h/t.

I did make a few friends here. And by few, I mean two exactly. Weasel and a man named Wade. Wade doesn’t usually talk to me as much, but he can be pretty nice, aside from his dark humor and misplaced jokes.

“Nice to see ya y/n,” the voice said behind me.

And to this day, I still don’t know who this voice belongs to. Every time I try to look behind me or peek a glance in a reflection, he’s not there. So, I gave up trying to know. Besides, he doesn’t seem too hostile. He usually just says hi and leaves after a bit. I will say, I am interested, but that interest will have to wait for another time. I packed up my stuff and began to leave the bar.

I was walking through the alley until I heard his voice behind me again.

“You’re going home already,” he said. Strange, he’s never followed me outside before, and I’m not too sure what to make of it.

“It’s been a long day, and I want to go home. Did you need something,” I asked, but he was silent. That was until two large arms wrapped around me from behind. I panicked for a moment. Was he trying to kill me? No, he was hugging me? His arms wrapped around my shoulders, and I felt a weight, probably his head, lay on my shoulder as well.

“This is unexpected,” I said before continuing, “Are you drunk,” I asked, only to receive a husky laugh.

“Nah…I can’t get drunk,” he said. What a weird answer.

“Again, is there something you needed,” I asked, but he said nothing. Nothing happened until I felt his body press closer and closer against my own.

“What are you doing,” I asked.

“I’ve been interested in you for a while, y/n. Don’t you feel the same,” he asked. I felt my face grow warm with embarrassment. I don’t even know who this man is, but I can’t deny I’m interested.

The man grinded his body against my own. His arms moved from my shoulders down to my hips. Grabbing them with force, and pulling them back, stilling them, as he continued to move. I went to turn my head, but he grasped it with one hand and kept it facing forward.

“Ah, ah, ah. The mystery is what makes it fun,” he said.

“Could I at least get a name?” The man went silent for a bit before he started talking again.

“Wa-no. No, I have something better! Poolio!”

“Poolio?”

“Yea! Like coolio-poolio-“

“I’m not calling you that,” I told Poolio. Ugh, even saying that in my head feels awkward. The man laughed some before he went silent.

“Then what are you going to call out later tonight hmm?” My eyes widened and I turned once more. The man was gone? But I heard him suck his teeth at me.

“What have we said about turning around y/n?” I groaned.

“That mystery is what makes it fun Anyways, where did you go,” I asked.

“Sit down and find out,” he said.

Sit down…sit down…oh..oh. I took off my pants and underwear and began to crouch down, resisting the urge to look down at his face.

But in the process, my hips were grabbed from behind and I was yanked down onto his face. I was going to complain, but he interrupted any complaint I had.

I expected him to be quick and rough, but in actuality, he was slower, more sensual. He placed kisses along my thighs. Blowing on them at times, sending chills throughout my body. He finally reached his destination. His fingers gently pulled my lips apart as his tongue dived in. I jolted in surprise. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone. But not only was his tongue at work, but so was his hands. They started off needing at my ass and then one of them slowly made its way under me. His fingers prodded at my hole as his mouth moved up towards my nub. I couldn’t leave him out of this. So, I bent over and pulled down his pants a bit…his skin…it reminds me of…never mind. He was wearing no underwear, so it wasn’t too long before his cock sprang from his pants. I drew my head near and just as I opened my mouth, pool, I refused to call him Poolio, inserted two fingers into me. I moaned as I took him into my mouth, my hand stroked what my mouth couldn’t take in. His smell and taste enveloped my senses as his fingers and tongue continued to work me from behind. As I continued to take him in, his hips began to run against my face and his breath against my thighs got warmer and warmer. I felt encouraged to take him deeper, but he pushed me off of his face and lab. I was on the cold New York ground on my hands and knees.

“I wasn’t finished yet,” I said through gritted teeth.

“You’ll get to finish now, just let me…” he said trailing off. I felt him pushing my shoulders down until I was balancing on my forearms instead of my hands. I could feel his eyes looking over me.

He dragged his hands across my skin, making his way down to my ass. He took hold of me and needed my skin.

“I’ve been waiting for this for some time…” he mumbled. I don’t think he knows I can hear him. I have my own suspicions, but it doesn’t matter right now.

“You getting cold feet back there,” I called out.

“Me? No…not getting cold feet. Just working on control. I just want to take my time,” the man said. Scare?

His hands pulled him ass apart as he continued to push me forward. He angled himself forward and began to push in.

“Fucking…fuck” he cursed to no one.

His body bent over my own and he didn’t move. I was a big grateful for that myself seeing I needed to adjust my body to him some more.

But just as I was relishing in his stillness, he sprung up before and pulled out of me only to slam himself back in.

“Pool,” I howled at the surprised force.

Pool continued to fuck me like some toy of his. Occasionally muttering to…himself or me maybe. He pulled my ass cheeks apart to watch him penetrate me over and over. I felt my body begin to slip from the force and before I could react-

Smack-

“Get your ass up,” he grunted, as he continued to smack my ass until I got up.

His pace resumed, he pulled my hips back into his hands and continued to drag me up and down on his cock.

My vision started to grow narrow as my eyes struggled to keep open. I feel as if I could melt right here in this alleyway.

“Can’t believe I waited…so long…too long,” he muttered to himself.

I felt my head being yanked back as something grabbed my hair. My back arched.

“Pool, please…”

“Please? I’m afraid you’re going to have to use your words y/n.”

“Fucking…harder!”

And with that he pushed me down and onto my side. My leg was pulled into the air, and he buried himself inside of me.

The thought of looking up at him hadn’t even entered my mind as my hand traveled down my body towards my pulsing nub. I circled it over and over as I moaned out Pool’s name. My stomach started growing tighter and tighter until I felt I might orgasm, but my hand was pushed out of the way, only to be replaced by a larger and firmer one.

His fingers were rougher than before. Less precise and caring, but even still the build grew more and more.

“Pool I’m…fucking-”

“Do it-Do it, please do it.”

And with his words, shockwaves jolted throughout my body. I cried out in ecstasy at the feeling of pleasure Pool brought me. But soon I was whimpering as his fingers continued to stroke my nub and he was still fucking into me, his rhythm gradually worsening.

“A little more…you can take it can’t you,” he grunted out to me.

I laid there as he slowed until his body finally stopped. He didn’t leave me, not yet. We just sat there in the silence…well as silent as New York can get in the middle of the night in an alleyway.

I finally turned my head to meet his gaze.

“Wade?”

“Y/n,” he responded with the same questioning tone despite the goofy grin on his face.

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munchy-munch · 3 years ago

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Day One: Wade Wilson

Day One: Face-sitting || Cream-pie || Anonymous sex In this version, you have a dick! CW: Some cursing, smut ;), and that's about it.

I continued to down my drinks. Over, and over, and over, and over. I didn’t want to stop. I saw the bartender give me a weary glance a couple of times before he finally came over.

“I think that’s enough for tonight. This isn’t the place you want to get too drunk at,” he said, attempting to pull my half-drunk cup from me. I clenched my hand around it before he could.

“I know exactly what kind of place this is…”

“Weasel,” he said. I held back a chuckle.

“You shouldn’t give Weasel too hard of a time yea,” I heard a man say behind me.

“You like this stuff,” the voice said before I saw the glass that once held my drink being placed on the bar in front of me.

“What do you want,” I asked the unknown person. I was on edge. I don’t like not knowing who’s interacting with me, especially when I can feel that they are in my space.

“I just wanted to say hi to the new face. We don’t get too many new people here…well new people who last very long. Hopefully, you’ll last longer than most,” the voice said.

“Nice to see ya y/n,” the voice said behind me.

And to this day, I still don’t know who this voice belongs to. Every time I try to look behind me or peek a glance in a reflection, he’s not there. So I gave up trying to know. Besides, he doesn’t seem too hostile. He usually just says hi and leaves after a bit. I will say, I am interested, but that interest will have to wait for another time. I packed up my stuff and began to leave the bar.

I was walking through the alley until I heard his voice behind me again.

“You’re going home already,” he said. Strange, he’s never followed me outside before, and I’m not too sure what to make of it.

“It’s been a long day, and I want to go home. Did you need something,” I asked, but he was silent. That was until two large arms wrapped around me from behind. I panicked for a moment. Was he trying to kill me? No, he was hugging me? His arms wrapped around my shoulders and I felt a weight, probably his head, lay on my shoulder as well.

“This is unexpected,” I said before continuing, “Are you drunk,” I asked, only to receive a husky laugh.

“Nah…I can’t get drunk,” he said. What a weird answer.

“Again, is there something you needed,” I asked, but he said nothing. Nothing happened until I felt his body press closer and closer against my own.

“What are you doing,” I asked.

“Ah, ah, ah. The mystery is what makes it fun,” he said.

“Could I at least get a name?” The man went silent for a bit before he started talking again.

“Wa-no. No, I have something better! Poolio!”

“Poolio?”

“Yea! Like coolio-poolio-“

“I’m not calling you that,” I told Poolio. Ugh, even saying that in my head feels awkward. The man laughed some before he went silent.

“Then what are you going to call out later tonight hmm?” My eyes widened and I turned once more. The man was gone? But I heard him suck his teeth at me.

“What have we said about turning around y/n?” I groaned.

“That mystery is what makes it fun Anyways, where did you go,” I asked.

“Sit down and find out,” he said.

Sit down…sit down…oh..oh. I took off my pants and underwear and began to crouch down, resisting the urge to look down at his face.

But in the process, my hips were grabbed from behind and I was yanked down onto his face. I was going to complain, but he interrupted any complaint I had.

I expected him to be quick and rough, but in actuality, he was slower, more sensual. He placed kisses along my ass and blew on them from time to time, sending cold chills throughout my body. He nipped and sucked until he finally reached his destination. His hands pulled my cheeks apart as his tongue dived in. I jolted in surprise and pleasure. It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone. He grabbed one of my hands to replace one of his before his hand moved under me. He grabbed onto my cock and began to stroke it up and down, occasionally stopping to rub the tip. I couldn’t leave him out of this. So I bent over and pulled down his pants a bit…his skin…it reminds me of…never mind. He was wearing no underwear, so it wasn’t too long before his cock sprang from his pants. I drew my head near and just as I opened my mouth, pool, I refused to call him Poolio, he probed my hole with his finger. I moaned as I took him into my mouth, my hand stroking what my mouth couldn’t take in. His smell and taste enveloped my senses as his fingers and mouth worked on me from down below. As I continued to take him in, his hips began to rut against my face and his breath against my ass got warmer and warmer. I felt encouraged to take him deeper, but he pushed me off of his face and lab. I was on the cold New York ground on my hands and knees.

“I wasn’t finished yet,” I said through gritted teeth.

He dragged his hands across my skin, making his way down to my ass. He took hold of me and needed my skin.

“I’ve been waiting for this for some time…” he mumbled. I don’t think he knows I can hear him. I have my own suspicions, but it doesn’t matter right now.

“You getting cold feet back there,” I called out.

“Me? No…not getting cold feet. Just working on control. I want to take my time,” the man said. Scare?

His hands pulled him ass apart as he continued to push me forward. He angled himself forward and began to push in.

“Fucking…fuck” he cursed to no one.

His body bent over my own and he didn’t move. I was a big grateful for that myself seeing I needed to adjust my body to him some more.

But just as I was relishing in his stillness, he sprung up before and pulled out of me only to slam himself back in.

“Pool,” I howled at the surprised force.

Smack-

“Get your ass up,” he grunted, as he continued to smack my ass until I got up.

His pace resumed, he pulled my hips back into his hands and continued to drag me up and down on his cock.

My vision started to grow narrow as my eyes struggled to keep open. I feel as if I could melt right here in this alleyway.

“Can’t believe I waited…so long…too long,” he muttered to himself.

I felt my head being yanked back as something grabbed my hair. My back arched.

“Pool, please…”

“Please? I’m afraid you’re going to have to use your words y/n.”

“Fucking-harder!”

And with that he pushed me down and onto my side. My leg was pulled into the air, and he buried himself inside of me.

The thought of looking up at him hadn’t even entered my mind as my hand traveled down my body towards my pulsing cock. I stroked it, chasing my own orgasm, over and over as I moaned out Pool’s name. My stomach started growing tighter and tighter until I felt I might orgasm, but my hand was pushed out of the way, only to be replaced by a larger and firmer one.

His hands were rougher than before. Less precise and caring, but even still the build grew more and more.

“Pool I’m-”

“Do it-Do it, please do it.”

And with his words, shockwaves jolted throughout my body. I cried out in ecstasy at the feeling of pleasure Pool brought me. But soon I was whimpering as his fingers continued to stroke my cock and he was still fucking into me, his rhythm gradually worsening.

“A little more…you can take it can’t you,” he grunted out to me.

I finally turned my head to meet his gaze.

“Wade?”

“Y/n,” he responded with the same questioning tone despite the goofy grin on his face.

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober #tppkinktober2021 #wade wilson #deadpool #deadpool x reader #male reader #x male reader

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munchy-munch · 3 years ago

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Munchy Kintober!!

Hi yall! I know I'm a couple of days late. I was a bit busy this weekend with some papers for classes, but I'm here now!

I was inspired to write smut to kind of prep for my Aconitum series. I found a prompt list my @the-purity-pen and I knew I needed to try it out!

So far these are the pairings. I do have some blank ones so if y'all want anything specific let me know!

Also, I try my best to have a version for a reader with male parts and female parts, so every day there should be 2 links depending on how you want to be described! The reader character isn't addressed as any specific pronoun, but if they are I default to they/them.

Face-sitting || Cream-pie || Anonymous sex

Deadpool

Dick Version

Vagina Version

Against a wall || Suspension || Threesome

Thor + Loki

Exhibitionism || Hair-pulling || Ass worship

Bucky

Spanking || Role reversal || Knife play

Natasha

Sixty-nine || Lap dances || Uniforms

Steve

Food play || Rimming/Analingus || Deep throating

Thor

Roleplay || Object insertion || Stripping/Strip tease

Wanda

Seduction || Size difference || Cunnilingus

Ultron

Hate/Angry Sex || Lingerie || Forced orgasm (consensual)

Tony

Praise kink || Gagging || Hickey/biting marks

T’Challa

Being recorded || Sleepy sex || Mirror sex

Ultron

Begging || Body Worship || Formal Wear

Vision

Edging/Orgasm Denial || Sensory Deprivation || Licking

Steven

Temperature Play || Bath/Shower || Swallowing

Peter

Gun Play || Collaring || Masturbation

Deadpool

Nipple play || Accidental Stimulation || Massaging

Scott

Breast worship || Pegging || Choking

Wanda + Vision

Cock worship || Hand jobs || Sex Work/Prostitution

Steve + Tony

Impact Play || Overstimulation || Glove kink

Steven

Anal || Sex Toys || Phone sex

Sam

Candle/Wax Play || Dirty Talk || A/B/O

Sam + Bucky

Thigh riding || Praise kink || Nylons/Tights

Peter

Window/Balcony Sex || Squirting || Cock warming

Loki

Lactation || hunter/prey || vanilla/slow & soft

Bucky + Steve

Breeding || Titty fucking || Breath Play

???

Cock ring/strap || Pregnancy || latex/leather

???

Swallowing || Aftercare || Corruption/training

Carol

Teasing || Almost getting caught || Whip/Whipping

Loki

Period Sex || Gender swap || food play

Clint

Praise kink || against a wall || temperature play

Bruce

Wild card * ???

#tppkinktober2021 #kinktober 2022 #kinktober

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munchy-munch · 3 years ago

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IMPORTANT: TUMBLR & FANFICTION

Alright kids, listen up because @staff have pulled off a corker of a hot mess and have decided to add "Community Labels". I guess they've decided we can't be trusted to add our own warnings and people can't make sensible choices with what they engage with.

But why does it matter to me?

Tumblr have made labels AN OPT IN SITUATION which means every single blog here is automatically set to hide any triggering content

If you want to continue to be able to access and read fanfiction PLEASE go into your settings and click "show" on at least the "Mature" and "Sexual Themes" labels!!

ALSO IOS USERS: there's an extra fun "Hide additional content" bit just to really try and block us from any hopes of success. Make sure you opt out of that too otherwise I think content will be blocked on the mobile app!

Attached to this post are screenshots from my settings so you guys know what to look for. I could only find it on my desktop settings and not on the mobile app (for now at least)

[I feel like I should add I don't want to sound like I'm pressuring anyone... if you don't want to see certain content obviously keep it hidden and protect yourselves BUT this post is mainly targeted at the horny little gremlins I write for who will be suddenly deeply confused when their smut supply is cut off]

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munchy-munch · 3 years ago

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Aconitum - Meeting the Avengers Pt. 2

This one was a little short, but I'm going to make it up in the next chapter. Get ready for a day with the boys😉 and some angst😈.

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Aconitum. What a beautiful flower. Vibrant in color and full in its bell shape. But aconitum is more than what it appears. A symbol of caution for what dangers exist as you come closer. A deadly beauty by nature. It's not it's fault. That's how it was made. That's how you were made. You are their perfect little creation. A beauty, drawing in all sorts, but a deadly little flower, killing with only a kiss. It's your nature, and you can't help it. But a question you should ask yourself is, will the flower wither away in hydra's grasps, or will someone come and save the flower, giving it all the nurturing, it needs to blossom as it was supposed to?

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I woke up to a bright light in my eye. Once Bruce showed me to my room yesterday, I knocked out on the floor in front of the window.

The window had an amazing view. People were walking around long after the sun went down. I watched the city for hours, I think. I can’t wait for nighttime! Then I can experience that calmness again and again and again.

I sat up and stretched. I looked around my room. Bruce said I had a closet with clothes I could use.

“Where could that be,” I asked myself.

“Can I be of assistance,” a voice asked. It was familiar.

“You’re Friday,” I asked.

“I am. I can tell you where your closet is Mr. l/n.”

“Just y/n please,” I asked.

“Of course, y/n. The closet is across the room and around the corner. You will see a set of doors. That’s where your clothes are,” Friday said.

“Thank you,” I told her ?

“You’re welcome y/n,” Friday said before it all went quiet again.

I walked to where I was told, and there I found my closet. I opened the doors only to find a small room filled with clothes. Surely this isn’t all for me? But Bruce did say I was free to what was in the closet. So, I made my way inside. I looked through the closet for longer than probably needed. I just needed to find something that felt like me, and for a while none of them felt like me, until I came across a couple articles of clothing in the back corner. This felt like me, so I threw them on and left my closet.

“I’m not too sure on what I should do today, but the kitchen is a great start.” So, I made my way out of my room and traced my steps towards the kitchen. I actually found my way without needing Friday to help me.

But I wasn’t alone in the kitchen. There was a red man sitting beside a red-haired woman who was eating something. That sight alone made me hungry. The pair turned around at the same time due to my entrance. It was a bit eerie.

“You must be y/n. I am Vision, pleasure to meet you,” the man called Vision said. I walked up towards the counter they were sitting at.

“I’m not interrupting am I,” I asked.

“No, please, take a seat,” Vision said. I grabbed something random. It said bacon on it. I’m not really sure what bacon is, but it might taste good. I sat down next to the woman and ripped open the packaging.

“Sweetie, you can’t eat it like that,” the woman said.

“Like what?”

“You have to cook it first, or you can get sick,” she said. Cook it? I hadn’t thought about that.

The woman stood from her backless chair and took the package. She went behind the counter and began cooking. And when she did, the smells from the cooking food were amazing.

“Does it always smell like that,” I asked the woman. She looked up at me and laughed a little.

“If you cook it right. And my name is Wanda,” the woman, Wanda, said. How did she-.

“I can read thoughts when I want to, now eat,” Wanda said, placing a plate in front of me.

I grabbed a piece of bacon and bit into it. Forget pop tarts, bacon is my new favorite food. I began to rush through the food I was given, only to stop when I heard more chuckling. I looked up to see Vision and Wanda looking at me with amusement.

“If you rush while eating, you won’t be able to enjoy the food as much.”

“Is that true,” I asked aloud. Wanda nodded and I looked down at my plate.

I picked up a piece and slowly bit into it. This time I could feel the flavors of the bacon drenching my tongue. The aroma of the bacon wafted into my nose as I ate. And as I ate more, I relaxed. I don’t need to rush. I really don’t. I repeated to myself. Taking the time to absorb the food was much better than practically swallowing it whole. I get to taste everything, and it feels like I have more food.

I sat there in content silence as Wanda and Vision talked among themselves. I watched as Wanda would look around while talking, but Vision’s eyes never left her form for even a moment. He must really like Wanda to be looking at her for so long.

It wasn’t long before Wanda and Vision excused themselves. Something about meeting with her brother.

“I don’t mind. It’s not like I want to be alone, but people have things to do other than to entertain me,” I said to no one.

“I could explore the building some more. I’m sure there’s stuff to do other than just…work stuff?”

I got up and threw away my plate. Better to not contaminate anything, or anyone, with something I can’t control…yet. Bruce said they were looking into that. I have faith in him. I walked out of the kitchen and back into the hallway. I thought about going to another floor, but it’s probably best for me to stay on the floor I’m on.

I continued walking around the floor until I passed a room. I heard laughter and bickering on the other side. I shouldn’t pry, but I don’t remember one of those voices. The other one sounds like Bucky. I mentally prepared myself before the door opened on its own. I looked into the room and saw a lot of machines.

I walked in, forgetting my purpose as I looked over the different machines with awe.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before,” I said out loud.

“It was a first for us too, but you’ll get used to it,” a voice said. I turned to see a man with blonde hair looking into my eyes. I tensed in surprise.

“Didn’t mean to startle you. I’m Steve,” he said, holding out his hand. I looked down at his hand before looking over to Bucky who was looking at me with a small smile on his face.

“Nice to meet you, Steve, I’m y/n…” I said trailing off before I spoke again, “I can’t shake your hand,” I said. Steve took a moment to process that before he lowered his hand and smiled.

“Sorry about that. Force of habit. Have you met Bucky,” Steve said, pulling Bucky forward.

“I have. He was watching me for Bruce a day or two ago,” I said, pulling my eyes away from the men.

“You said, “It was a first for us too,” what did you mean,” I asked, looking back at the men, both standing in front of me.

“We’re originally from the 40’s,” Steve said.

“40s,” I asked.

“The 1940s. Almost 90 years ago,” Bucky said, finally speaking up. I liked his voice, not to say I didn’t like Steve’s voice. But Bucky’s voice stood out to me.

“But you look so young to be in your 90s.” It didn’t make any sense. Do some people not age like normal? Maybe this is a new kind of human that I haven’t seen before.

“Well, we’re actually in our 100s, but it’s a long story,” Bucky said, shutting down that end of the conversation. We were all silent for a moment before Steve spoke up.

“How have you been adjusting so far? I know the team can be a bit much at times, but they’re great people,” he said.

“Well, I haven’t gotten much time to spend with anyone, but they’ve all been really nice,” I told the men. This feels awkward. I looked between the two men and opened my mouth, but as I did Steve spoke up again.

“How about you spend the day with us? It beats spending the day to yourself, well, unless that’s what you want to do. Then, go for that. I just wanted to-” I cut him off.

“I’d be glad to spend the day with you two, if I’m not a bother,” I added. Steve’s smile spread throughout his entire face. He wrapped a tight arm around Bucky. Bucky didn’t seem the most comfortable, but then again, not much expression was shown on his face to begin with.

“So, what’s first,” I asked.

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The Munchy Master Post

Welcome to my master post. It irritates me when I don't find everything in one spot sometimes, so I thought I'd do that since I've written more than 5 chapters of a story. And because October is coming up (~ ͜ʖ ͡° )

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Aconitum - Pairing: Stucky/Reader

CW: Torture, a little gore, maybe smut (don't quote me), angst (including some internal angst), violence.

"Aconitum. What a beautiful flower. Vibrant in color and full in its bell shape. But aconitum is more than what it appears. A symbol of caution for what dangers lies as you come closer. A deadly beauty by nature. It's not it's fault. That's how it was made. That's how you were made. You are their perfect little creation. A beauty, drawing in all sorts, but a deadly little flower, killing with only a kiss. It's your nature, and you can't help it. But a question you should ask yourself is, will the flower wither away in hydra's grasps, or will someone come and save the flower, giving it all the nurturing, it needs to blossom as it was supposed to?"

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Aconitum - Meeting The Avengers Pt.1

I'm back!!!

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Aconitum. What a beautiful flower. Vibrant in color and full in its bell shape. But aconitum is more than what it appears. A symbol of caution for what dangers lies as you come closer. A deadly beauty by nature. It's not it's fault. That's how it was made. That's how you were made. You are their perfect little creation. A beauty, drawing in all sorts, but a deadly little flower, killing with only a kiss. It's your nature, and you can't help it. But a question you should ask yourself is, will the flower wither away in hydra's grasps, or will someone come and save the flower, giving it all the nurturing, it needs to blossom as it was supposed to?

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The avengers? It doesn’t really invoke fear, but then again, I don’t know who they are yet.

“I can introduce you to them in small groups if that makes it a bit easier,” Bruce asked.

“I’d rather get everything over quickly,” I said.

My legs felt so weak. I wobbled and held onto the closest thing next to me, Bruce’s arm. But he didn’t freeze up like last time. This time, he held onto my shoulder and told me to take my time. And I did just that. With his help, I walked out of the room, and we slowly walked down the hall until I felt I could walk on my own.

“Thank you,” I said, not looking at him.

“No problem y/n.”

“Is everyone friends of Hulk?” Bruce paused for a moment. He looked at me a little weirdly before composing himself.

“I think he’d consider them friends of his. Why do you ask?”

“Because Hulk is my closest friend. And I’m interested in knowing more about him,” I said as we continued to walk in silence.

We went around turns and long, lengthy hallways, but my eyes never left the windows bordering the walls we walked past. Bruce and I found ourselves in an elevator. I guess they’re not on this floor. The elevator ride was silent. I glanced towards Bruce a couple of times, not that he noticed. He seemed very tired. I hope I haven’t been taking up too much of his time. I was about to speak up, but the door opened, and Bruce was quick to walk out.

I followed behind him and into the room. We were in the room I had run into earlier. I looked over to my right and saw that giant window, once again capturing me with its presence.

“Y/n,” I heard Bruce ask. I turned my head and saw Bruce looked over at me with three other people standing in front of us.

“Sorry,” I said. Bruce gave me a small smile, waving it off.

“This is Natasha,” Bruce said, gesturing towards the redheaded woman. She nodded her head towards me with a smile on her face.

“Clint,” Bruce said as one of the men stepped forward.

“Nice to meet you y/n,” he said. For some reason I had to find my voice before I could respond to him.

“Nice to meet you too, Clint,” I said stiffly.

“And lastly-”

“Tony Stark,” the man with the facial hair said, holding out his hand. I looked between him and his hand before looking over to Bruce.

“Bruce,” I said.

“He can’t touch you, Tony. Which you would know if you read all of his file,” Bruce said, that last part a bit under his breath.

“Sorry Tony,” I said.

“Nothing to apologize about.”

The man named Tony looked lost in thought for a moment before tapping the center of his chest. I was confused for a moment, but then something started spreading over his clothes, something shiny and red. I stepped back, not sure what exactly I was witnessing. The metal covered his whole body, including his head.

“Tony,” I asked. The piece over his face popped open and Tony was there smiling.

“How about that handshake,” he said, sticking his arm back out.

“It’s not skin, but it’ll do for now,” he said.

I reached out and grabbed his hand. I’ve never held someone’s hand before. It felt so surreal, so much so that my eyes started to burn.

“Thank you,” I told him

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I said over and over before I hugged the man. No one around said a thing, but I don’t really care. I’ve never felt like this before. The feelings are so overwhelming I just felt like I needed to wrap myself around him. I felt a hand rubbing my back causing me to wrap my arms around Tony even harder. I like what we’re doing.

“Mr. Stark,” a voice asked. I let go of Tony and looked towards the voice.

“Ahh, Peter, just in time. This is y/n. You read your brief, right?”

“Of course, Mr. Stark,” the man said, walking up to the group.

“I’m Peter,” he said, giving me a goofy smile, one I couldn’t help but return.

“Hi Peter, I’m…y/n,” I said. That name still doesn’t feel like my own. I’ll get used to it though, at some point.

“Hey, Y/n, do you feel comfortable with Peter giving you a tour. I’ll come and get you as soon as I can. I just need to-”

“That’s fine Bruce. I’ll be ok,” I said, a small smile on my face.

Bruce nodded and left towards the elevator, Tony following him, but not before giving me a quick goodbye. Truthfully, I didn’t want to leave Bruce’s side. But if I’m staying in the building I should be ok.

“It was nice meeting you Y/n, but Clint and I have a mission to carry out,” Natasha said, dragging Clint behind her. It was now only Peter and me.

“So, how long have you been here y/n,” Peter asked.

“Since yesterday. Hulk saved me from them,” said.

“Well, I can show you some of Hulk’s favorite spots if you want,” he said. I perked up at the mention of my friend.

“I’d love that,” I said, following Peter through the halls.

“This is the kitchen, Hulk’s favorite spot in the entire tower. Isn’t much of a surprise, but he really likes to eat.” The kitchen was vast. It was much larger than any room I’ve been in too.

“There’s food here,” I asked, my eyes sparkling.

“Well, yea.” I looked at him and he pointed to a large silver box. I opened the box and saw all kinds of food in so many different colors. All I remember is that dreadful white.

I began grabbing different things out of the fridge. I was about to head to the table nearby, but I saw an interesting box next to the box. So, I grabbed it and laid the food out on the table nearby.

“You’re not eating all of that right,” Peter asked.

“Can I,” I asked.

“Well…” he was taking too long, so I started to eat.

I don’t know what came over me, but I was inhaling food left and right. So many flavors, so many textures and temperatures. Did food like this always exist? I opened the box next to me and dumped its contents onto the table. Why was it covered in more packaging? Oh well. I ripped them open and gulfed them down. Peter had placed a glass of something onto the table next to me before taking a seat himself. I’ve never seen such a clear drink before. But I trust Peter, so I gulped it down, so refreshing.

“I can see you and Hulk are going to be great friends,” Peter said. I laughed and liquid came back up and out of my nose. Peter and I stared into each other's eyes before he started to laugh, and I joined him.

“Spider boy, it has been some time since I’ve seen you,” a loud voice announced.

“It’s spider man,” Peter mumbled under his breath.

Two tall men walked into the room and stood in front of the table. One was large with short blonde hair and something covering his eye. The other had long black hair to match his all-black clothes.

“Who is this,” the blond man asked.

“Didn’t Mr. Stark tell you about him,” Peter asked as I continued to munch on my treats.

“We have just returned from Asgard. We’ve had no news of a new arrival,” the blonde man said. He and Peter continued to talk, but my eyes drifted towards the man with black hair. He looked…bored? Maybe slightly irritated to be here. Then why was he here then? The man turned his eyes towards me, and a smile slithered onto his face. The man disappeared and reappeared in the chair next to me.

“To whom do I owe this pleasure,” he said, his hand grabbing my own. I was so caught up in him touching my skin that I didn’t even reply to him.

“You’re touching me,” I said.

“Oh, do you not like that? My apologies.” He retracted his hand from my own.

“No, it’s just I can’t usually touch people without hurting them. My toxins,” I said. But for some reason, that caused him to grab my hand once again.

“Well, no need to worry. It’ll take a lot to hurt a god like myself,” he said.

“God?”

“Yes. My brother and I are from Asgard. And I’ll ask again. To whom do I owe this pleasure?”

“Y/n, I said. And you are,” I asked.

“Loki Laufeyson.” His grip on my hand became tighter as he began to lift it towards his face. But right before it reached its destination, his brother called out.

“Loki. Are you bothering y/n,” his brother asked. Loki huffed under his breath and gently released my hand.

“Of course not, just getting acquainted,” he said. I turned my eyes towards Loki’s brother who met my gaze.

“Hello,” I said, shifting under his heavy gaze. It wasn’t harsh or bad, just heavy. He clapped a hand onto my back and let out a loud laugh.

“Midgardians never cease to entertain. I am Thor Odinson,” he said loudly.

“Y/n. Nice to meet you Thor,” I said. The loud god continued to talk to Peter and Loki as I ate the last of my food. That was until I heard a loud gasp, Thor.

“Are those my pop tarts,” he asked.

“Pop Tarts? What’s that,” I asked. The gods' eyes widened.

“You’ve never heard of pop tarts?” He appeared to be thinking before he continued to talk, “I will let you have this box as a welcome gift,” he said. I should probably get my own pop tarts in the future because I think it’s my favorite food.

Peter continued to entertain Thor’s conversation as Loki, and I sat on the side. But Loki was good company. He told me lots about Asgard and the different realms. He told me about his mothers, but not much about his father. I have a feeling there’s a story behind that.

“If you ever want any company,” he looked towards Thor before looking back at me, “quiet company, then I’ll be in the library. If I’m not there, just call out and I’ll be there,” Loki said before telling Thor it was time to leave.

“I hope to see you again y/n,” Thor said. I smiled.

“I hope so too.” I waved them off.

Maybe it was all of the food, but I’m getting tired. Peter took me to find Bruce to figure out where I’d be sleeping tonight.

‘If everyone else is like the ones I met today, then I think I’ll like it here’ I thought as Peter and I got onto the elevator heading down.

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Aconitum - Talking With Bruce

My schedule might be a little inconsistent for a bit as I'm moving into university dorms this week and classes start on Monday. Will try to update at least once a week though. -Munchy Munch

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“Y/n…….Yyy/nnn……. Can you hear me,” a voice said. Y/n? Who’s y/n?

“I need you to wake up y/n,” the voice said.

I was floating in a void of darkness and in front of me was a giant window into the world. It is cozy. It’s comfortable. I don’t want to wake up if it means I have to leave this comfort. I’ve never felt this kind of feeling before, warmth. Why would I want to? What waits for me out there?

“I’ll be back…. will watch you,” the voice said as it faded into the distance. And with that it was gone.

My head started to ache again. It feels like my brain is being split apart, ripped slowly in half. I want to scream and clutch my head. The void went from comfort to agony. I can’t breathe and my head…my head is splitting. Am I drowning?

I reached my hands out towards the window, but I started to sink away.

“Help,” I tried to scream, but nothing came out of my throat.

The face of a man peered into my window. He looked worried. His hand lifted in front of my window. Metal fingers? Metal fingers. Metal…. fingers…. My brain was working overtime. What was I trying to remember? It hurts to try and remember.

I tried to peer into my own past, but I can’t see anything beyond that white room of mine. But those metal fingers seem so familiar, and I should remember something like that. People don’t have metal fingers, right? They flowed in front of my window back and forth, back and forth. Their shine was mocking my failing memory.

“Hey, hey, hey, you’re gonna be ok,” he said, and everything slowed down.

Ok, I’m going to be ok. I repeated this to myself over and over and over again. And with a deep breath, I closed my eyes, and I was outside my window, out of the void, and in my body.

My vision was a bit blurry, but I could still see the hand in front of my face. So, I reached out and grabbed his hand with my own. He jerked out of my grasp.

“Sorry,” I said.

“No, I should apologize. Banner said you weren’t responsive. I was just interested,” he said.

“I wasn’t responsive, but I think I’m going to be ok,” I said.

We sat there in silence. I feel the need to fill it with some kind of conversation. This isn’t like the silence with me and Hulk, this is awkward. I don’t like it. I looked over at him. He just looked at the wall in front of him. His eyes didn’t wander, and if I looked long and hard enough, I would think he wasn’t blinking either.

“Who are you,” I asked. He looked startled at my voice or maybe my question. He turned to me and met my eyes.

“You don’t remember,” he asked.

“Remember what?” Metal…fingers. It kept running through my mind but no matter what I couldn’t place it anywhere. But I know it’s important. I wouldn’t be holding onto it if it wasn’t.

“Never mind. I’m…,” he trailed off.

“You are,” I asked.

“Sorry. I’m Bucky,” he said, still zoning out a bit.

“Bucky…Nice to meet you. I’m, well, I don’t know. I’m just me I guess…,” I said as we sunk back into silence. The silence was a bit more comfortable now. I looked between him and the rest of the room. The door opened and Bruce came walking in.

“You’re up. Do you feel ok to talk,” he asked. I told him yes and he pulled a screen in front of my bed.

“We found out more about you, who you are, who had you, what happened to you and such,” he said as he started typing something.

“Ok, Bucky you can leave,” Bruce told him. Bucky looked up to Bruce and then over to me.

“I’ll uhh…I’ll see you around,” he said before leaving. I watched him until the doors shut behind him encasing Bruce and I in silence.

“So, where would you like to start? The good, the bad, the in between,” he asked.

“Who's Y/N,” I asked.

“Well, that’s you. We found your birth records. Y/N L/N, born to F/N and M/N L/N on B/D. But that’s where the good ends.”

I gripped the edges on the bed I was sitting on. The man and woman on the screen, I didn’t recognize them and that hurts. I should. I’m supposed to, but I don’t. They are strangers to me, foreign. But as I look closer, I can notice different features of theirs that look similar to my own. But I’m not sure if I’m imagining it or if I’m really seeing something similar in them.

“I’m ready. Tell me, please.” He took a deep breath before his eyes turned back to the computer screen.

“We also found a police report from your parents and the hospital. A missing child report. You had been taken from the hospital before they could even take you home. Hydra took you and a number of other children for their tests. You’ve been captive your whole life y/n,” he said.

It was so much to take in. My entire life, I’ve been held captive, held a prisoner? And they kidnapped children from a hospital? How cruel. Wait. Wait, wait, wait, where are my parents?

“What about my parents,” I asked him, hope filling my eyes.

“They would still be alive, right? I don’t think I’m that old and maybe they’ve been looking for me. They did file that report right?” But Bruce said nothing.

“Say something Bruce,” I said, my hope beginning to crumble.

“Please, I have to know,” I said. My eyes were burning, but I wouldn’t cry, I can’t, not yet. I have to know where they are.

“Y/n, I…your parents, we didn’t find any current record of them. It’s like they disappeared. I think…I think hydra got rid of them y/n.”

“Got rid of them?”

“I’m sorry y/n. We did the best we could. We searched, but there’s no trace of them anywhere. We can try to keep an eye out on the web, but it’s likely Hydra killed them off not long after they took you.”

I thought I would be able to see my parents. I thought maybe I would have a real family. I thought I could have a normal life, but I guess I’m not meant to be anything but the bane to the world.

“Y/N…”

“Where will I go, Bruce? I’m free, after so long, I’m finally free. But I don’t have anywhere to go. I don’t have a family or a home. I don’t know anyone Bruce. I have no one…” I said, drifting off into my head. The corners of my eyes started to darken and everything around me started to move into the distance. I turned my head only to see two figures encased in a white light, standing in the darkness.

“Y/n…Come back to me,” Bruce said in the distance.

“What is it like to have parents Bruce,” I asked. I turned from the figures and looked at Bruce. He was outside of my open window; I was still not sure if I was going to close it yet.

“I’m not the best one to ask since I didn’t have the best relationship with my own. But I can tell you this, your parents loved you so much, y/n. They must have known from the second their eye landed on you that you were the love of their lives, otherwise, they wouldn’t have been tearing the earth apart looking for you,” Bruce said.

“They loved me.”

“Love, they love you, because even if they are dead, they’re watching over you.” I leaned forward, out of my window, and hugged Bruce. I thanked him over and over.

“Umm, y/n?”

“Sorry, I just, I needed to hear that, thank you,” I said as I let him go.

“So, where am I gonna go,” I asked.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t have anywhere to go Bruce. I don’t know anyone or anything,” I said as I began to ramble.

“You’re staying here, in the tower, with us,” he said, “Besides, we need to observe your powers and make sure everything can remain stable before we just let you do whatever you want,” he said.

“So, I’m not free,” I asked looking up towards him.

“What, no, wait, that came out wrong. You are free, we just need to monitor you for some time. We’d ask that you remain in the building for now. You’ll be able to go wherever you want in the building. We just don’t want you to go out there and hurt anyone.” I nodded my head before looking deep into his eyes.

“Who’s everyone?”

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Aconitum - Where Am I?

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Beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep…beep……...

I feel like I’m sinking into a cloud. I moved around on my back as I cracked my eyes open. The ceiling above me was all white. No..no…I thought…I sat up from where I was laying. I was in a bed? I tried to pull the covers off of me, but the needles in my arms were holding me down. So, I ripped them out. My arms continued to bleed, but I don’t care. I just need to get out of here. I hopped off of the bed only to fall onto the floor. Why is my body so heavy?

I dragged my body off of the floor. This is my chance. This is my moment to escape. I have to try. I made my way to the door and threw it open.

I pulled my feet down the halls, running as fast as I could. I tripped a couple of times, but I didn’t let it stop me. I haven’t run into any guards either, and I could see blurs of the outside as I passed the large windows on the wall.

I continued running until I couldn’t run anymore. In front of me was a wall filled with giant glass windows looking over a city. I placed my hand on the window and looked down at the city. They never let me have a window let alone near one, and the ones I’ve seen were never so large. They were only large enough to peek through.

“So many people,” I said out loud. I had never seen so many people, so much life in one spot before. I looked down at my hands.

“I’m not in that room,” I said to myself, "I’m not there and I’m…” my speech dissolved into mumbles, but that’s fine. I’m this close to freedom and I won’t let it go. Wait, there was a green man, a giant green man. He freed me, he saved me. I need to find him then I can leave. I turned only to be greeted with a crowd of people, watching me. They were very alert.

“You’re not taking me back there,” I mumbled.

Gas started leaking from my palms. I can’t, I won’t let them take me. I just got to see the outside for the first time in my life. My eyes darted around the room. I spotted a set of stairs leading up and the hallway I came from.

“Woah, woah, we’re not going to hurt you. We saved you,” a man said. He stepped closer and I stepped back. Gas fell from my body even quicker, seeping onto the floor.

“Friday?”

“I’m detecting a concentration of aconitine. I suggest you all vacate and quarantine the lounge. I will cut off air flow for the meantime,” an unknown voice said.

The man from before ushered the group of people out of the room and I was once again alone with my giant window. The gas stopped pouring from my body, but it still filled the room. I sat in front of my window and pressed my forehead against it. Its coldness against my head is calming compared to the heat of this building.

They didn’t take me anywhere by force. And they don’t dress like the people from before. They didn’t drag me back to that white room, so they can’t be that bad if they didn’t do that. I closed my eyes. I could stay here forever. My eyes wandered across the city. So many people and cars live life carefree from danger and evil.

“Can I live that kind of life? I want to live that kind of life. I want to live normal, I guess,” I said to no one but myself.

“What would normal look like? I wouldn’t be in that room, and I would be able to go anywhere. I could have friends and we could go places. We could…I don’t know what else people do down there other than go places. I could learn though. As I was relaxing, I heard thumping behind me. I turned to see the giant green man from before. I stood up and walked over to him.

“Thank you,” I said, “You saved me,” I continued.

“Hulk friends no like gas,” he said. Gas? Oh, the poison. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…I’m sorry.” I took a deep breath and inhaled the gas in the room.

“Thank you again,” I said to Hulk. He looked a little uneasy having a conversation, but he sat down and pulled me down next to him.

“Hulk, welcome,” he said.

I sat next to him in silence. I didn’t want to make him any more uncomfortable and the silence isn’t too bad. But I did have some more things to say.

“I didn’t think I would ever be able to leave. Everything was so plain and white and then you came along, a giant green shape,” I told him before I looked up to him.

“Am I going to be ok here,” I asked. He shifted around a bit before turning to me.

“Hulk friends good,” he said.

We drifted again into silence, a nice silence. It was relaxing and peaceful. We watched the city below us and at some point, the sun began to set. My eyes started to burn. I lifted a hand to my face. I was crying, and before I could do anything, sobs fled my body in harsh waves. My hand reached out and grabbed onto Hulk’s finger. He flinched but settled down when he saw me crying.

“Little man ok,” he asked.

“I’m free, and they won’t get to me anymore,” I said before the tears took back over. I’m really free. My breathing became labored, and my face was dripping. The reality finally caught up with me. This is freedom. I escaped. I am truly a free man. I continued to cry. And sitting there, I cried myself to sleep next to my first friend, Hulk.

I woke up in a room. The ceiling was white, but as I sat up, I saw that the room was different from before. Where was Hulk? I ripped the needles out of my arm again, but this time something started beeping. A man with glasses walked in as the doors opened by themselves.

“Who-”

“Bruce Banner, I’m Bruce Banner,” he said. That meant nothing to me. Gas started falling from my hands. I can’t fight him, but I can get rid of him.

“You’re Hulk’s friend right,” he said in a hurry. Hulk?

“Where is he,” I asked him, sucking the gas back into my body.

“I am Hulk, well more like he’s a part of me.”

“Where is he,” I yelled. A part of him? There’s no way. Does he know how big Hulk is?

“I’m telling the truth. He said you'd be safe with his friends. I promise we’ll uphold that.”

“You promise,” I asked.

“I promise. They won’t get to you again. You won’t be back in that room,” he said. I nodded my head and, Bruce, walked over to me and motioned for me to sit back down on the bed. He cleaned up the blood dripping down my arm and put the needles back into my arm.

“You should be careful with that,” I said.

“Hmm?”

“My blood, you should be careful. It could kill you,” I said. He looked down at his hands and whipped the blood off on his bands.

“Could I take some blood?” I nodded and sat there. I watched as my blood filled his glass tubes.

It made my head hurt. I feel like I’ve done this but…I don’t know. I felt my body falling back, sinking into a void. I looked up and saw his face, Bruce’s face as my vision faded, as it all went dark.

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Aconitum - The White Room

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~Day One~

It’s been a day since they put me in here, I counted. I was able to eat a little. Nothing more than white rice on a white plate. And the silence is making me itch. I am used to the sounds of the air rushing through the halls and even the eerie sounds lulling me to sleep. But here, I have absolutely nothing.

The quietness allows for me to hear too many of my bodily functions. As I’m breathing, my stomach growling, and at times I even think I can hear the blood flowing through my veins. It freaks me out a bit.

And how cruel of them to leave these bright lights on at night, well, when I think it’s night. But it’s hard to sleep when the lights are blazing above. Not to mention I am already exhausted from the lack of sleep.

And when I need to use the bathroom, I have to ask. I can’t hear them approach my door and they never answer my questions. No one will speak to me.

I want out of here.

~Day 3~

I took a shower today. They don’t let me do that every day it seems. Everything in the shower was white as well. The soap, the faucet, the cloth, everything. I can’t seem to escape it. I want to escape it.

~Day 5~

I feel sick. So, sick that at times I can’t even look at the food they try to give me. I can’t stand this color, white. A day ago, I tried to keep my eyes shut so I wouldn’t have to look in this disgusting room, but for some reason I passed out. When I woke up my eyelids were sewed open. I couldn’t close them, and I panicked. I couldn’t blink or close my eyes anymore. After begging, I passed out and when I woke up, I could blink again. I won’t try and keep my eyes shut anymore, that was the lesson.

~Day 11~

Sometimes I feel like I’m watching myself from outside of my body. It’s like my spirit is leaving my body to watch me. But the interesting thing is I can still see out of my body’s eyes.

~Day 17~

The guards walked into my room today. They were wearing all white as usual. Time for breakfast I suppose. Or lunch, or dinner. I wasn’t sure as all three meals were the exact same. They placed the plate in front of me and turned to leave.

I looked down at the plate. Rice. Fucking rice. I picked up the bowl and threw it at the head of one of the guards. I stood as he turned to face me.

“I won’t eat it. I won’t eat any of it, not anymore,” I said.

The guards simply looked at me, not saying anything before exchanging a look between their masks. They turned and walked out leaving me alone with a floor covered in rice.

~Day 23~

I can’t breathe. These walls, I feel like they’re closing in on me. I tried to stand, but I fell to my knees. I can’t stay here. I can’t.

So, I crawled over to a table built into the floor that they provided me with. Nothing was on it. It was only meant to serve as a stool to set my rice on. I leaned over the table with my hands on both of its round edges and slammed my head onto the table. Over and over and over and over. I slammed my head. The table was speckled in red splashes and streaks. No more white. I hate to color white.

I woke up once again to the white room. I touched my head; it was healed already. I looked for the table, but it was gone. The last thing I had in here and they took it from me. I had nothing else. No blanket or clothes, not a bed or a chair. I only had the table. Without it I’m a person in a smooth, empty white room.

~Day 31~

Rice is piling up in the corner. I’m not eating it. I’d rather starve. But that won’t last long. I’m sure they’ll do something.

~Day 42~

They’re forcing me to eat. Not with weapons or violence. They simply walk in, stick a tube down my throat, and pump my stomach full of stuff. I’m not sure what the stuff is, but all it does is make me hungrier than I already am. But I assume it has some type of food or nutrients in it as I’m not dead and I haven't been eating.

~Day 50~

I’ve been laying in this spot since, well, a while ago. I think it’s been a little while. Maybe a day or two? My body feels so heavy and the boy on the floor in the corner of my room is making me anxious. He’s not real, at least I don’t think so. He looks just like that boy who was in the cell across from me.

My arm reached out towards him, but he didn’t move. He just watched me with those dead eyes of his. And the longer I watched him the more real he seemed to appear. I swear I could see his lips moving. I think his body is moving up and down too. Is he alive? Is he breathing?

The boy’s mouth opened, and a giant fly crawled out from his mouth like a spider. Its body is so big it began to rip the small boy’s body apart as it exited. The poor boy was nothing but a mangled corpse after the giant fly left his body.

The fly looked around the room. And walked over to me. It’s thin legs shaking the ground as it stomped over. Will it eat me? Or will it spare me and kill me? And just as I closed my eyes the stomping stopped. My eyes opened once again to see nothing else in the room with me.

It’s not here anymore? Where did it go? But those questions would have to wait till another time. I’m really tired.

~Day 56~

The eerie howls of the halls filled my white room today. The distant sounds of guards walking in the distance accompanied it. How I’ve, missed them? I feel like I’ve missed them, but I don’t specifically recall experiencing it. It just feels right.

~Day 60~

Who was I before all this? I was thrown in here for something or maybe I did something bad. I can’t exactly remember. I do remember people crowding around me, but everything seems blurry. And I am, I don’t remember where I was going with that.

~Day 74~

“My head hurts,” I said out loud.

“It helps to talk out loud. I won’t be alone that way, and it won’t be quiet,” I said.

~Day 83~

I looked over towards a boy who was sitting in the room with me. Did they put him in here when I was asleep?

“Who are you,” I asked. The boy said nothing. He couldn’t be more than just a child. He looked so young.

“Do you have a name,” I asked the boy.

He just looked at me. His eyes were blank, and I can’t tell if he’s breathing or not. I walked over to him and crochet down in front of him.

“Do you at least know where we are,” I asked.

It was a little irritating that he wasn’t answering, but as I looked closer, he appeared to not be breathing. I don’t know what to do. I’ve never dealt with a dead person before or even a dying one. I looked around the room and spotted the door. I quickly stood up and ran over. My fists were banging on the door.

“Someone help! He’s not breathing,” I yelled, but I couldn’t hear anything.

“Can anyone hear me?”

No one was answering. We’re not alone in here, right? There should be people out there. There has to be. I walked over to the boy and sat down in front of him.

“Someone will come soon, I’m sure of it.”

~Day 90~

It’s getting cold in here. I wish I had something to cover up with like a blanket or clothes.

A man came into my room today. He placed restraints around my wrists and goggles around my eyes. And though my eyes were covered, I was still seeing white. How unfortunate.

I was pulled out of the room I was in.

“The boy, you have to help him,” I said, but the man said nothing in return.

I was pulled along down endless of what I believe are hallways. I haven’t had to walk this much before, so I’m already starting to get tired. But before I started to complain, I was pushed into a chair and strapped down. The texture of the straps rubbed wrongly against my skin. I pulled and tried to arch away from them, but I can’t get away. I was just hurting myself. But I don’t care. I felt tears brimming my eyes.

“Please, I can’t, it feels…” I can’t find my words as my breathing sped up and at one point I couldn’t anymore.

“Please, these straps are too much,” I said.

No one was listening to me. I heard their feet moving around the floor ever so quietly. What were they going to do to me? I haven’t done anything wrong. I haven’t done anything at all. All I did was….was….what did I do? I don’t remember how I ended up here, well there, in that place, in my white room. I can’t…hun?

It feels like my soul is falling from my body. Falling backwards towards the floor.

“Help,” I whispered. I don’t think they’re going to help me though.

But then I felt metal wrap around my arms and legs, my torso and my neck. I began to struggle more as my connection with my body went back to normal. This is even worse than the straps. I feel trapped. And as I struggled the restraints seemed to get tighter.

Sharp pointy objects were pushed into my body in all areas. I could feel liquids being flushed into my veins. It hurts. My body was starting to burn, and the restraints pressed around my body as they grew tighter. Yells of pain left my throat. It burns! It burns so bad. My mouth is open, trying to catch as much air as I could, but it isn’t helping. Nothing I do is helping. And I soon passed out, my temperature dropped.

I woke up in the white room once again. Was it a dream? I don’t see any restraints or the boy. Maybe they took him while I was asleep?

How strange, the cold doesn’t bother me as much anymore.

~Day 97~

I’m not hungry anymore, just thirsty and aching for some light. And not this artificial light. I want some real light. Something natural.

~Day 100~

I’m still thirsty. They keep bringing me rice and they get upset when I don’t eat it. Not as much as before, but still a bit.

I curled up on the floor. I want to go outside. I think that’s where I’m supposed to be. Out in the forest among the trees and the grass. Drinking in both water and sun. That sounds right to me. As I was laying on the floor, I heard a loud bang and then a series of sirens going off.

I don’t know what’s happening? So, I did the only thing I could, I hid in the corner of the white room, waiting. Waiting for the sirens to stop. For things to return to normal. But that’s not what happened. The door to my room was hit. And then it was hit again and again and again. The door and wall came crashing down. And stood there was a giant green man.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I said as the man walked closer.

“Hulk no hurt small man.” the man said. Hulk? Interesting name. I looked up into his green eyes. To be honest he did scare me a bit. He destroyed the entire wall with just his fists, I think. He reached out his hand and held it in front of me. I hesitated. I don’t want to hurt him. I could really leave this place. I could leave. But I don’t- The man grabbed my hand and picked me up. I tried to wiggle myself out of his hold, but he held me tighter.

“No moving,” he said, so I stopped. This doesn't feel too bad. Kind of warm, I thought before my eyes closed and I fell into darkness.

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Aconitum - Worse than Normal

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“Welcome back. I trust everything went smoothly,” she said.

She knows it didn’t. She knows I messed up. This must be some kind of test and if not some sick game. She wants to know if I will tell the truth, and as it stands it is in my best interest to tell the truth.

“No ma’am.”

“Oh, well then do tell. What went wrong wolfie?” My back went rigid from her words. I hate that name. I truly hate it. I don’t need to be reminded of who I am, of what I am. I’d rather be assigned some number or project name, but not that.

“Well, I’m waiting. Don’t make me wait,” she said, a darkness filling her eyes.

“It took me longer than it should have to get to the target, and I gave them the incorrect dose.”

“Them? What do you mean?”

“There were a number of people that swallowed the poison. A number of seven guests and two guards. I couldn’t-” I was cut off with a punch to my face. I didn’t raise my head to meet her gaze as she collected herself before she began speaking.

“You were not given permission to kill anyone other than the target.” I still said nothing, continuing to look at the floor.

“Respond,” she yelled.

“I didn’t know any other way to kill the target. The guards tested every bit of food and every drink on my cart. And I had no way of telling if the target would have had guests or not.”

Another punch to my face. She grabbed my hair and yanked it as she threw me backwards. I wasn’t able to gather myself before I felt a body straddling my own. Hands around my throat, quick to squeeze.

“You find a way. That's your job,” she said as her grip became tighter.

Will she finally kill me here? Probably not, because I’m not replaceable, not yet. Other handlers have learned that the hard way. So, she won’t kill me here, not yet.

“You know, this is perfect timing. We’ve developed something special, just for you. All these thoughts you have in your mind, we’ll get rid of them. That gas you release when you’re in stress, it won’t affect us, and that poison that runs through your body, it can’t do anything to us anymore,” she said.

They’ve figured everything out. What am I surprised about? It’s hydra. They created me, of course one day they would crack my code. But does that mean that I’m replaceable? Maybe not yet. She said it won’t affect them, now they’ve figured out how to make it themselves. Because they figure that out will most likely be the day that I die. I’ll be useless to them as I have no special skills.

A grin stretched across my handler’s face. I didn’t know a grin could stretch that far? And her smile didn’t look happy, but more so eager. I don’t think I like that too much.

She lifted her hands from my neck and sat back on my lap.

“Anything else you want to tell me? Anything at all?”

“I don’t know-”

“Anything happen? Did you run into anyone?” My eyes widened. She couldn’t be-she…

“I ran into a group of people, twice.”

“What did you say to them?”

“Nothing more than from a worker to a customer.” And there returned her grin.

“Pity, I don’t believe you,” she said. Her arm raised into the air, and she swung down. Everything went black.

I was awake, but I couldn’t open my eyes yet. I tried but they were so heavy. When I focus really hard, I can hear people talking in the distance. Talking is a stretch. I can hear murmurs at best. I tried my best to pull a sound out of my body. The best I could do was a low groan, and with that groan, the mummers went silent.

“Open your eyes,” I heard someone say. I was trying, but it wasn’t so easy.

“Open your eyes or force will be used.” Force they say? I’d rather not find out what they mean by that, so I struggled to open my eyes. And as I did, my head felt as if it was splitting in half. I groaned as my head lulled from side to side, my vision still blurred.

Someone grabbed my head and strapped it down into something hard and cold.

“Please,” I said, “It hurts,” I continued.

I felt gasses escape my skin. Something designed to keep me safe, but meaningless at this point.

“Any leakage?”

“None so far.”

“Team two, how’s your breathing?”

“Normal.”

“Excellent. Continue ahead with tests 2-17 unless signs of side effects are shown. Groups from test one I expect updates every half hour, understood?”

“Yes sir,” the group said. And with that, I was tested on.

They started by extracting all forms of my poison. Through my blood, my sweat, my tears, my everything. They took everything and they kept me awake during it all. They carved into my skin to take samples. Some of them were working, some of them were having fun. Drawing blood until I needed to close my eyes, but not allowing me to do so. Writing degrading names into my skin, branding me.

They injected me with so many chemicals that I’m starting to question if I’m even awake, if I’m even alive. The lights are so bright, so painful to my head. And when I tried to close my eyes to hide from the lights, someone would pull them open. Eventually they were sewed open so I couldn’t close them even though I wanted to.

After they were done, two men pulled me from the chair and dragged me down some halls. I don’t recognize them, the others held here. They looked different from the people that used to be near my cells. They looked more scared. Sickly and pale. There was less visibility into the cells. Slits large enough to see their face was all that was allowed. Where are they taking me, I wondered.

My body thrashed and pulled as their hands made contact with my skin, my bare skin. I’ve never felt something like this, and I’m not sure I really like it. I don’t like how tight their hands are around my arms nor the texture of their skin. Not to mention they might not be the cleanest. But as I trashed and kicked and begged to be released, their grips got tighter and tighter. So, I calmed down, my actions wouldn’t change anything.

The soldiers and I stood in front of a heavily locked door. They turned to me and began stripping me of all my clothing. I tried to fight for them, but I was so tired.

After I was stripped, he unlocked the door and threw me into My hands and knees scraping against the floor. They threw me in here like I was garbage. They used to treat me like I was fragile, like I was something rare, but that’s gone. I raised my head to see nothing, and as I turned the door behind me was locked. Everything in here was white. The walls, the ceiling, the hard floor. And it is cold. The bright blinding lights filled the room, and I can’t hear a sound. Why’d they lock me in here?

I curled up on the cold floor. My eyes still blurry. Was it always this cold in these buildings? And was the floor always this hard?

And for the first time in years, I silently prayed for someone to come and save me.

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Aconitum - An Imperfect Mission

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The weight of what I was about to do descended upon me as the plane lowered towards the ground. Sometimes I can’t believe that this is my entire life, taking lives. Most of those are innocent, some are not, but it makes no difference. Who am I to decide who lives and who dies? Well, I don’t, they do, the ones in control of it all. Who am I to question the ones who control my entire life?

I landed on the ground, and everything went silent. ‘In and out’ I tell myself. I just need to stay focused and the next thing I know, I’ll be back home with my cheek pressed against the floor once again, staring out into nothingness.

I pulled out the laptop stored in the plane and pulled it out. I needed access to the cameras. There is some prep I need to do before I leave. I took my time hacking into the building's security. I was still a bit new at this. Hydra wasn't too keen on giving my access to a computer. But sooner or later, I had access to the cameras. I need to loop the elevator security footage and then I should be able to be on my way. I had to flip through the cameras as they were unlabeled for some reason. It took a bit longer than I could afford, but I found elevator footage for the elevator on the north side of the building. I typed in the command for the program to begin looping. All I had to do next was find my way to the kitchen without any trouble.

I dropped my laptop and walked to the seating area of the plane. A spare set of clothing for a new employee. I changed my clothes, turning my back to the cockpit, aware of the cameras that sat there, watching me. And it is probable that there are more, but I’d rather not think so. I took a deep breath as I finished getting dressed. I’m ready, I thought to myself as I left the plane.

The walk to the location wasn’t too far and it only took an hour. I’ve never seen a government building so closely before. They’ve never let me near one. And as I neared, I heard more and more commotion. Was it always this busy? There were people coming in and out of the building. Cars rushing along the streets. It is a bit louder than I would like.

I followed along with the crowd. Getting carried away in a human current. I hope I don’t get lost. If I do, I’ll take too long, and I could fail the mission. I really don’t want that. So, I pushed through the people until I was pushed back. My body fell onto the ground into an empty hallway, my head smashing onto the floor.

I looked around and it was silent, eerily so. Where did the people go so quickly? I looked around but I couldn’t find where I was supposed to go. So, I did the only thing I could do, I began walking and walking. So much walking for one building. I looked at the signs and I somehow found my way to the front desk again. I’m glad there’s less people this time. I walked up to the man at the desk.

“Hello,” I said.

“Well, hello to you too. Can I help you,” he asked.

“It’s my first day here. I’m supposed to be working in the kitchen,” I said, although it came out more like a question.

The strange man continued to smile at me and gave me directions to the kitchen. I thanked him and I was on my way. I’m glad that’s over. I hate talking to people. Too stressful and too much energy.

I opened the doors to the kitchen. It was just as busy as those people in the hallways before. I looked around before another set of eyes met mine.

“Are you the new help?”

“I am, sorry, I got a bit lost in the crowd,” I said, looking away from the woman and surveying the room. She laughed and walked over to me, drying her hands on a towel.

“I completely understand,” she said, patting my shoulder.

“Today, we’ll start you off with something simple, delivery.” Perfect I thought.

“Now I know it isn’t as fun as cooking and such, but we all gotta start somewhere, and we need extra hands with delivery today.

“I’m fine with that. As long as I have a job I’m fine,” I said, earning another chuckle from the chef.

She led me to a server type of station. There was another ‘delivery’ person there already, so she left him to explain everything to me.

It took a while. I was going in and out of the kitchen. Delivering drinks and platters. Most of them, I’m sure, went uneaten. Food for display in most cases. No one seemed interested in the food when it arrived. I’m always interested in food when it arrives, so that must be the case.

“I have one last delivery to make, but I need to leave early, can you handle it,” the other server asked.

“Sure,” I said.

As he left, I looked down at the information for this next stop. Room 111, thank goodness it’s on the first floor. My feet are beginning to ache in these shoes. So, I made my way out of the kitchen and started heading towards room 111.

I can’t wait for this to end, I thought to myself. But as soon as the thought came, it left as I ran into someone with the cart. I looked up and saw a man with metal fingers.

“I’m sorry sir, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” I looked back down and re-organized the food and drinks on the cart.

“It’s fine, I didn’t get hurt, so-”

“Bucky, we’re going to be late if you-”

Another man walked onto the scene. Just my luck. They look strong, and I don’t want to deal with that if anything goes wrong with my mission.

“Everything ok,” the second man asked.

I looked up to the man I bumped into. It wasn’t my place to answer that, so I just looked down in silence. I could feel them watching me and I hated it. It made me itch. But the man with the metal fingers spoke up.

“Just a little accident, nothing big.”

There was silence again. I should say something. I need to say something. They’re wasting my time.

“Excuse me, I need to get past you.”

The men moved out of my way, and I walked down the hallway. I could hear their footsteps not far behind mine. ‘You’ve killed people Y/N, you’ve watched people die, get over this’ I chanted to myself. And though I tried, knowing those two men were following me still scared me. Would they be like the guards? I don’t think they would, they seemed nicer than them, but still, I don’t know these people.

I stopped at room 111, and so did the other men.

“Looks like we were going in the same direction,” the second man said. I only nodded my head. Before I could knock on the door, it slammed open.

“I have your food sir,” I said.

“Right on time it seems.”

The man pulled out his wallet and held out some money to me. I looked up at him before quickly looking away.

“I can’t sir, I’m only doing my job,” I said before I turned and walked back towards the kitchen, very quickly.

Once I was around the corner and had gained some distance, I let out a deep breath. That was uncomfortable, too uncomfortable. In and out. I need to get to the target’s order and then I’ll be free to leave and return home. So, I walked back to the kitchen. I looked at my station. There were no other servers, meaning I could take my target’s order without a fight. So, I waited some more, doing orders in the meantime, until I saw her name on a ticket.

“Now listen here, new guy. This ticket is really important. Make it quick but make a good impression. There are no chances to mess anything up in my kitchen, ok.”

“I understand,” I said as I wheeled the cart out of the kitchen. Room 999, ninth floor here we go.

I made my way to the elevator and during that time I uncovered all of the glasses of wine. Best to deal with everyone than just her. Besides, it would make it less suspicious right?

I felt saliva pool in my mouth, and I slowly dropped some into the wine bottle. The deep purple liquid mixed into the wine. I should count myself lucky that they ordered a dark red wine.

I’ve been practicing my dosages for a bit with other prisoners hydra captures. Too much would leave a strong smell and a bitter taste. Not to mention a quicker reaction time. Too little would leave less smell and taste, but it would take a lot longer for it to react within the body. But here, in these glasses, there is a perfect amount. It gives off a slight smell with an almond like taste, before the burning starts.

The elevator doors opened and there stood two tall guards. I assume they’re here to escort me to my target. And so, I followed them until we reached room 999. They stopped me and began to inspect the food. They won’t smell anything, and they can taste all they want, nothing will kick in until 20 minutes from now. Guard one drank a little and soon after guard 2 did as well. There starts my clock. The men backed away from the cart and rearranged it.

“You are to go in, serve drinks and leave, nothing else.”

“Yes sir,” I said before I was let into the room.

Eyes fell onto me as I pushed the cart into the room. But after the initial shock they went back to their conversation. I sat down the glasses and platters. I poured everyone their first glass, and before I could leave my target grabbed me.

“Toast with us.”

“N-no I shouldn’t.”

“What do you say everyone? Should he toast with us?” Everyone raised their glasses. Were they already drunk before I arrived? Strange.

“Come on, the last one wouldn’t but you will, right? It’s our last drink of our celebration.” I looked among the group of people. My clock is still counting. How long do I have left, 10 minutes, I think.

“I have to be quick. I’m not supposed to be drinking and we are behind schedule,” I said as I filled my glass.

The target raised their glass, cheering to another win in another city. And with that we all downed our glasses. Good thing I’m immune to my own poisons.

I made my way out of the room. The guard's eyes were beginning to get heavy. I got it wrong? I couldn’t have I-I need to get back to the plane. I didn’t wait for an elevator. I ran down the hall to the emergency stairs. I ran down and down all 9 floors until I was on the ground floor. I still needed to get out of here and I only knew where the entrance was, so that was my exit.

I ran down the halls until I almost bumped into another person. I looked up and it was the man with the metal fingers again. But this time there were others. 9 people in total. I looked into their eyes, they looked dangerous.

“Woah woah woah, what’s wrong,” the man asked. He went to touch my arm, my uncovered arm, but I jerked away.

“Hey, it’s ok,” said a woman with red hair. I need to get out of here now. The guards should be close to their end by now.

“Sorry ma’am. I’m running late…for…therapy…and I already paid.” I walked off before turning to say, “Sorry again,” before I ran out of the building.

I heard them beginning to follow me before one of them talked about hearing screams from upstairs. By the time they would have looked back to see where I was, I was gone.

I ran out of the building and another hour back to the plane. I’m exhausted. I took a moment to catch my breath and opened the hanger to get into the plane. I walked in and saw my handler staring back at me. I wanted to say she looked mad or displeased or frustrated, but no she looked happy, and that only meant one thing.

Hydra knows I messed up.

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Aconitum - Life As Normal

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My cheek laid on the cold floor of my cell. The eerie howl of air flowing through the halls of this base should have made me feel uneasy, but if anything, they were lulling me into a sense of ease.

Today was another long day. I haven’t slept in days; not like I would want to. I’ll see them again, and I don’t want that. I want to forget them, but they won’t let me. I’ve tried in the past, banging my head on the metal floor until it started to bleed, and I was sure my skull was coming undone. When they found me, they healed me, fixed me. And then after, they beat me. They performed more tests on me while I was still awake. I never did it again after that and neither did they. Back to today. It was long, but it was normal, my normal. I got up and my vitals were evaluated. While the doctor was gone, the guards at the door started talking about me. Sick things that I don’t want to repeat. The doctor returned and they were quiet again. I was tested on, and they collected more of my liquid. I don’t know what to call it but that. That poison that comes out of my body. The poison I used today to kill an entire party of people. The poison I used today on a man with a family, a husband and three children. I watched his heart give out and I reported my success to my handler.

I returned home only to be yelled at and beat about how long it took. Home? This is my home isn’t it. I don’t think I’ve ever been anywhere else. And if I had, I don’t have any memory of it.

My handler wasn’t too bad though. She never beat me like the others. She didn’t fear my touch like the others either. Fearing that I’ll kill them if I touch their skin. I didn’t think these people could fear death like that, seeing as they are surrounded by it, causing it, every day, but they are.

I looked out of my cell. There used to be a small boy in the cell across from me some time ago. Maybe some months or years, I don’t know. He wasn’t my friend. We never spoke a word to each other, but he was like my family. Or at least the closest thing I had to one. He smiled at me a couple of times and he didn’t have that dark and evil look in his eyes when our eyes met. But the boy started getting sick. I suppose his body was not handling the tests well. I wanted to help him, but what could I do? So, I watched as he got sicker and sicker. The fat on his body left him and soon after the life in his eyes. I was staring at a corpse day after day. They never moved him. There was no reason. They had other cells for other subjects, so it was unnecessary. Besides, it sent us a message. We were not important. We were not human. We were disposable. We were here to be used and that was all. The smell of the boy's body filled the hall and still no one moved him. The smell faded and then got stronger again, so I suppose another one died. Over time it didn’t smell like anything, but I know it still smelled. The guards would often complain about it.

Would this really be my life? Living as a tool, a test subject? The thought of it made me want to cry but crying took more energy than I had at the moment. I can’t waste any more energy.

I went back to staring at the ceiling. My handler should be here in a few hours and then it’s back to my normal world.

“You up in there,” my handler said from outside my cell. I stood and nodded to her. It was better to just nod and keep our head down than to speak back to them.

“Glad to see you’re ready. You know the routine.”

She opened my cell and stood to the side as I walked out. I did not move again until she closed and locked the cell and pushed my back to start walking.

We were heading to the doctor. A part of me hopes that today there will be a different set of guards watching the door, but I doubt it. I’ve seen them day after day, so today will be no different.

I walked into the room and sat on the table as I usually do. The doctor wasn’t here yet, but the guards were. My handler didn’t come in with me, she probably didn’t see the need. I looked around the room and my eyes met one of the guards.

“What are you looking at?”

I lowered my eyes and shook my head.

“I asked you a question wolfie.” I hated that nickname some of them called me. I hated it so much. I rather be nameless or a number, just not that. A reference to aconitum. What I was forced to become.

“I-I’m sorry sir,” I said. My voice no more than a whisper.

“Did you hear that? It has manners,” he said before I was jabbed in the side. I fell onto the floor. I wanted to look up, but I knew it would be a problem. So, I looked to the floor remaining silent, making myself appear small.

“Don’t do it again,” he said. I nodded my head and after I heard him return to his position I slowly stood and sat on the table once again.

After some time, the doctor walked in and went straight to work. Everything was normal, I guess. Perfectly normal. And maybe if I don’t mess up on my assignment for today, I won’t get in trouble. I really hoped so.

The doctor told me to leave. I stood to leave. My body began to shake as I walked past the guards. They scare me. The things I’ve heard coming from their mouths. The things they’ve done, and they want to do, they scare me. And knowing that one day I could be the next one they go after scares me. But I continued to walk out of the room. I have a schedule today, and I can’t waste their time.

My handler looked up as I walked out and began to walk off. I followed her as I was supposed to.

“You will be handed more information once you get on the plane. For now, all I will say is you must make it quick. There have been sightings of people that we don’t want to deal with at the moment. Make sure you download the information off of her computer. She should not be a problem. But her company is extremely dangerous. It would be unfortunate if you were killed or captured by them. You receive good treatment here; they will do far worse when they find out who you are. Do you understand?”

“Yes ma’am,” I said.

This is good treatment? I wouldn’t call it good treatment. But then again this is all I know. In the real world this could be considered good. And if it is, I should definitely be careful on this one. I would not want to deal with something worse than what I have already. We walked into another room, and she watched as I stripped and suited up. I wasn’t a fighter. In fact, I couldn’t fight at all, hydra made sure of that. If my poison could kill quickly and I was a lethal fighter I probably would have escaped a long time ago. Of course, I bring a gun and a knife with me, just in case, but I feel more comfortable not using them. I’ll probably end up hurting myself more than the targets. I finished getting dressed and put in my communication device and stood in front of my handler indicating that I was ready to go. She led me to a hanger where I was shoved onto a plane. I hate flying, and I hate piloting even more. At least it had decent autopilot. I got in the captain’s seat and checked everything in the plane. Everything was ready to go.

I took hold of the wheel and turned on the plane. I sent my message to the control center to open the hanger and just like that I was on my way to another mission.

I let autopilot take over as I grabbed the folder left for me. I wanted to know more about this woman I was to kill. I always want to know more about my targets. And I know I’m not supposed to do any digging, but I do. It’s my one act of rebellion. And I’m sure my handler has a hint of it, but she hasn’t done anything about it. Probably because it hasn’t been a problem.

The woman was a politician, standard. She is going against another candidate who I am assuming hydra is controlling. They want me to make it look like a suicide. Now how would I do that? She would have to….oh. Ingesting my saliva would be the easiest method. And then I could create some incriminating evidence of her battle with depression.

This woman is probably a good person. She probably helps people and has a family she takes care of. And I’m going to destroy all of it.

I read through the rest of the file and tossed it on the seat next to me when I finished it all. I hate doing this. But what choice do I have? I can’t just leave or not do it. They’ll find out, and they will do things much worse than kill me. And even if I don’t, they’ll send someone else. Me not complying won’t change a single thing.

I sighed and took control of the plane as I neared the location.

Another day, another mission.

Life as normal.

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