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Nancy Wheeler + Weapons

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The closer she got to him the more he started to realized that he recognized the grey jumpsuit she was wearing. He did his best to make sure his fave didn’t show it but his stomach certainly dropped at the sight. Feeling the jacket leave his hand he quickly want to the car door. Knowing she was settled in he closedhe door and was soon closing his own as he satdown beside her. Grations host or not he could not pretent that small talk was the smartest route to take.

Driving the car back onto the main road he flashed her a small smile and shook his head, “ you should never have to thank someone for being a decent human being. I take if you didn’t have much luck before I came around, pretty obvious that I’m the only one that bothered to stop.”

with his jacket wrapped around her completly he still had his thoughts on her jumpsuit. He only wanted to ask her where she obtained such a thing and why she had it on. Heary questions coming from a stranger. A typical stranger question was more likely to play to his audience of one better.

“ I’d ask where your headed but I can tell you don’t even know the answer to that. So, where would you like to go? You could say this is a day off so I’ve got nowhere to be and all the time to be there.”

He was not expecting any type of response from her and was more than prepared to drive in silence but he could at least put an option out in the open for her so that it felt less like an abduction and more like a helping hand.

As they drove along, Raegan found herself settling deeper into the fur coat, soaking up all the warmth it provided to her and she was finally starting to thaw out. It almost made her sleepy, but she wanted to keep awake, still on alert after her daring escape. She couldn’t let her guard down, not yet, even if all she wanted was a soft, warm bed to curl up in for about a week. 

She turned her head slightly to the left, observing the profile of the man driving, he didn’t seem hostile, or like he had a hidden agenda. But then again, she’d never have thought her father capable of the things he’d put her through either. He seemed kind enough though, and for the time being, she was grateful for it.

His question brought her out of her own thoughts and as soon as he asked where she wanted to go, her stomach rumbled, loudly. Now that she was warmed up enough, Raegan could feel just HOW hungry she was, and realized it had been at least a day or two since her last real meal. 

She bit her lip, feeling rather awkward about asking this complete stranger to stop for food. It wasn’t like she had any money after all. But she couldn’t deny her hunger for much longer either. “A-are you sure? You’ve already done enough by helping me get warm. I don’t want to be a burden...” she looked down at her hands in her lap, twisting them together. Her throat was dry, and her voice cracked as she spoke, causing her to feel somewhat ashamed of her situation for the first time. She felt ragged and broken and weary, the picture of a scraggly homeless girl, and she hated herself a little bit for it.

“If it’s not too much trouble, I could really use something to eat...” she spoke quietly, still staring into her lap. She wouldn’t insist if he said no, but she hoped he would oblige. Now that her body was no longer screaming from the cold, food was the next thing she needed. She was also feeling a little foolish about how very little she’d planned this out. All she had wanted for so long was to escape the literal hell she’d been in for the last few years, she’d never given thought to how she’d survive once she did, and it was all starting to catch up to her.

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You Can’t Always Count On Family || Drabble

Raegan’s entire life was contained a small apartment with her parents, in some sort of high-tech laboratory. Her small bedroom was painted in a light pink and had fairy lights draped around the walls. Bookshelves lined most of the walls containing her collection of novels from every genre, and every topic a 13 year old girl could want to know about. She may not have had any friends her age, but she found solace in the lives and worlds of the characters in her books that she loved so much.

Aside from that though, Raegan felt like she had a pretty good life. Her parents loved and doted on her, when they weren’t busy working, and she could explore the world within all of her books. She wanted to travel someday, visit all the wonderful places she read about in her books. Her parents promised her that someday, if they ever got a break in their work, they would take her to visit any of the places she dreamed about. 

So far, they hadn’t been able to keep that promise, so Raegan continued to dream. She knew a little about what her parents did all day, working on projects to help save the world they told her, so she couldn’t be too upset about it. Let’s just say she was blissfully ignorant of the real goings-on of her parents’ work lives. She never knew about the experiments they performed, of the mutants they tortured for their abilities in the name of the greater good, and of her father’s blatant intolerance for anyone who was different than him. His prejudice fueled his work, and Raegan would find that out soon enough.

And then her whole world turned upside down.

On a typical afternoon, Rae was rereading through Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire for the fourth time. She was just getting to the beginning of the third task when something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. Somehow, the picture frame on her nightstand was FLOATING, and surrounded in some sort of blue aura. Raegan’s eyes went wide and she let out a sharp yelp and then frame dropped to the ground with a clatter. 

Her book lay forgotten on her bed, as she crawled toward the edge of her bed, staring at the shattered frame on the ground. The longer she looked at it, she noticed the blue aura starting to re-form. When she reached out towards the glow, the frame was pushed backwards, causing her to pull her hand back to her mouth and gasp. The sudden movement had a glass shard come flying at her and nicked her cheek, a small amount of blood beading on the surface. 

Raegan was frantic, what was happening to her? Could this even be real? Stuff like this only ever happened to the heroes in her stories, how could it be happening to her? Fear soon gave way to excitement as fantasies of becoming like one of her favorite heroines from the novels she coveted ran through her head. She wondered what else she could do, and tentatively reached a hand out toward her discarded book. Nothing happened and she let out a disgruntled sigh. 

She sat back against her pillows, wondering if she’d just had an elaborate day dream. There was no way she could have imagined it, was there? Concentrating a little harder this time, Raegan reached out toward her book once more, and was pleasantly surprised to see the blue aura appear as it lifted off the comforter, hovering barely six inches about her bed. She clapped her hands, grinning wide to herself. She couldn’t wait to tell her parents about her new discovery, being that they were both scientists, she thought they’d be thrilled. 

She couldn’t have been any more wrong.

Dinner was always a family affair in the Thomas household, no matter how busy work was for Raegan’s parents. They always made it a point to sit down with their daughter for dinner each night together. Raegan was practically shaking with excitement for this particular dinner. She couldn’t wait to show off to her parents, thinking they’d be as excited as she was. 

It was Rae’s responsibility to set the table for dinner each night, and she’d gotten a head start on it while she waited for her mom and dad to return to their apartment. When she heard the lock on the door turn, her gaze shot to the door, and a big smile covered her face, “You’re home!” She rushed to the door and threw her arms around her parent’s waists. 

“Someone’s happy to see us,” her mother chuckled, hugging her daughter with one arm, “did you know we picked up your favorite for dinner?” Jodie Thomas hung her lab coat in the closet while Patrick set the take out bags on the table. “How was my little girl’s day? What kinds of places did you visit today?” Her father asked, always curious to see what kinds of adventures her books had taken her on.

“It’s fried chicken night?!” Raegan loved the crispy chicken, and all the sides that usually came along with it, mac and cheese, mashed potatoes and gravy. “You guys are the best!” A grin spread across her face, even more excited now than she had been previously. 

They all sat around the dinner table and broke into the take out bags, “Back to Hogwarts today, Dad. I just can’t get enough of the magic and I just love how Harry never gives up on his friends.” Her mother chuckled and shook her head, always pleased to see how much of a bookworm her daughter was. 

Dinner went quickly for the most part, as Raegan debated when to bring up her new discovery. Her palms were sweaty so she wiped them on her pants before clearing her throat. “Actually, something kind of weird did happen today,” she began, getting slight concerned looks from both her parents. “I was in my room reading when I noticed it,” and to make her point, she brought a hand up, trying to concentrate on one of the utensils on the table, willing the blue aura to appear. Nothing happened. “What?” She questioned, looking at her hand, disappointment radiating from her features.

“Honey, what are you trying to say,” her mother asked tentatively. Both Jodie and Patrick exchanged worried glances. 

“I could do it earlier! I can’t explain it, all of a sudden I could just make things float!” Raegan continued to stare at her hands, willing them to make something happen. She didn’t notice the dark expression that now covered her father’s face, and that the color had drained her mother’s now-panicked face. 

“This is not a subject to joke about Raegan, you should know better,” her father scolded her. He would have no tolerance for any sort of mutant tom-foolery in his household, and his daughter needed to learn that. 

“But I’m not joking!” She exclaimed, and all of a sudden a burst of bright blue light surrounded her hands, and the dinnerware at her place setting were floating. Her eyes lit up, “see! I told you! I don’t know how it happened, but isn’t it cool!” She was so busy stretching the limits of her newfound ability, mentally pushing forks and spoons around in front of her, that she failed to see her mother’s eyes well up with tears, and her father pull out his phone.

He pressed a button for a number on speed dial and put the phone to his ear, “Sir, I’ve got another subject for you.” His voice was devoid of emotion as he snapped the phone shut. 

“Patrick, no!” Jodie looked horrified, “can’t we discuss this, in private?” Her tone was hushed as she looked frantically between her daughter and her husband. “That’s not our daughter anymore Jodie, there’s nothing to talk about,” Patrick moved around the table and reached for an intercom button next to the door. “We need guards, now!” 

Her father’s angry shout finally brought Raegan out of her own world and the blue aura disappeared, utensils and plates clattering back to the table, as her attention shifted to the door. “Daddy? What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

Jodie let out a sob, her hand covering her mouth, watching as Patrick moved back toward Raegan, gripping her arms forcefully. “You’re not my daughter. My daughter is perfectly normal, not tainted by some horrific mutation. I don’t know you anymore,” he spat. “As far as I’m concerned, my daughter is dead.”

Guards burst into the room and for the first time, pure, unadulterated fear coursed through Raegan. She had no idea why her father was acting this way, and frantic tears spilled from her eyes. 

“Take her away,” Patrick pointed a shaky finger at his daughter, and all Jodie could do was stand by and watch in abject horror as her little girl was hoisted up by her arms.

“Why are you doing this? Daddy! Mom!” Raegan kicked and shouted, trying to get out of the hard grips of the guards. The more distressed she became, the stronger the blue aura came back, it surrounded her, hair levitating at all angles, and she tried pleading one more time. “Let me go, please! Daddy!” 

The guards pulled her closer and closer toward the door and she let out an anguished scream, the dishes from dinner hovering now, before flying forcefully into the walls and shattering. “Get her out of here! NOW!” Patrick shouted one more time before the door slammed behind them. Raegan’s screams could continue to be heard down the hallway.

It wouldn’t be long before the experiments on her would begin, all the while, Raegan would wonder what on earth could have happened to make her father hate her so much. She would cry herself to sleep most nights, locked in a cement cell, this time with no books or other worlds to escape to. As much as she’d been so excited to be like one of the heroines in her stories, her harsh reality was much, much worse.

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I wanna finish what we started. I want to kill it. 

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Who in there right mind would ever want to live here? He thought to himself as he drove down a half frozen road. Not being use to this atmosphere he could not even tell what time it was. The sky was entirely gray, all he could see in front of him were the flurries falling from the sky. His eyes looked towards his rearview mirror, bags of newly bought clothes sitting in his backseat. He had been given two tasks for the day: get to know the area and get a wardrobe.

“Can’t get to know the area when everything looks the same,” he muttered to himself. He was more than eiger to get home just so he could get away from this weather. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the cold. For a moment he found hinself lost in the sound of his windshield wipers. He had no music of his own for the time being and the signal in the area was far from usable. Silence ached him. It was the most uncomfortable way for him to spend his time.

He couldn’t say Richard was much of a talker and listening to Viktor stroke his own ego was not something he wanted to make a habit of. He at least had his own atmosphere. It almost felt like he was back on the field again expect you had his own room. That was a new feeling. Draquke squinted through his windshield, a figure on the side of the road bringing him back to reality. They almost blended into the surrounding white and gray, he’d had completely looked over them if he had not been paying attention.

Who on earth would be walking around in the cold like this he wondered to himself as his car started to roll up to them. His speed decreased but he had a firm idea of where his hand gun was in his car. Drawing closer he was able to make out a gray jumpsuit. Escaped prisoner? That would be his first encounter outside of home. What luck. Still, it seemed cruel to just leave someone out in this weather, even if they would try and kill him.

With the distance now closed between him and the stranger he rolled down his passenger window, the face of a young pale skinned woman, clearly in need of more than flimsy gray fabric, looking his way. Internally he rolled his eyes at himself knowing how this was going to play out. Curse his chivalrous ways. Pulling the car off to the side he quickly opened the door to a gust of chilled wind and proceeded to open the door of his back seat. Looking through the bags for a moment he pulled out a hefty black coat lined with thick brown faux fur. He was a sucker for clothes lined with fur. I fact he preferred to keep to himself. Closing the car door of his back seat he trekked over to the passengers side. Gripping the handle of the door he swung it open for her, the jacket stretched out in her direction.

“Fair warning, if you say no I won’t leave you alone until you say yes. That…that sounds bad out of context but…promise I’m not crazy, I just don’t get out much. ”

Raegan could hear the sound of yet another car slowing down as it approached her feeble form. She hugged her frame a little bit tighter, determined not to give attention to what was sure to be another person simply slowing down to gawk at her misfortune. This one seemed to be moving much slower than the rest of the passers-by, so curiosity got the best of her as she took a glance toward the owner of the vehicle. The next thing she knew he was pulling ahead of her and stopping.

Raegan’s eyes widened, a small jolt of fear ran through her. Even though the man didn’t look like anyone she’d ever seen before, she worried for a moment that she’d been found. As she was weighing her options, they were quite limited as she didn’t think her legs could get her very far as the cold had made her feel quite brittle, she was startled to find him offering her what looked to be a very warm fur coat and a seat in his vehicle. No one else had looked twice at helping her, and she was quite wary. But the truth of it all was, if she didn’t get warm, and fast, she was going to end up just as frozen as Captain America before he was pulled from the ice. 

Quietly, and cautiously, she stepped toward the stranger, a hand outstretched to grasp the warm coat. She could have been ashamed of how quickly she threw the heavy jacket around her shoulders as soon has her fingers gripped it, but she was pretty desperate. The shelter it provided from the cold was so immediate, she could have cried. Instead she settled for giving the man a small, grateful smile. 

For the first time, the man’s words sank in, as she realized she wasn’t going to be able to just walk away from him. Not that she necessarily wanted to, but she couldn’t be too careful. But she didn’t get any red flag signals from him, so she couldn’t really turn down a free ride in a warm car. It wasn’t like she had an exact heading, she still didn’t know where she even was.

“I don’t get out much either,” she spoke softly, finding a small bit of her humor. She always credited her sarcasm to Pietro, the boy was a walking sass master. A small pang went through her heart at the thought of her only two friends, she hadn’t seen them in so long, she didn’t even know if they were still alive. 

Sliding into the car seat, she put on her seatbelt as the man closed her door for her. The coat she wore was so oversized on her slight frame, that in order to completely warm up her entire body, she was able to pull her knees up to her chest under the buttons of the jacket, and wrapped her arms around them. 

He slid back into the driver’s seat and Raegan could feel the heat kick up to high, the air blowing right onto her face. The warmth slowly started to spread through her, and as she began to thaw, she turned her head to face her rescuer. “Thank you,” she spoke quietly, almost surprised at the raspiness of her own voice. 

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Some Assistance Required || Draquke

Walking down the side of a not-so-busy road, Raegan crossed her arms across her chest, rubbing her hands up and down in an attempt to gain some warmth. The cold and snow had soaked her to the bone, and she felt like she’d been walking for hours. 

Very few cars had passed by on the open road, though no one had stopped to help the half-crazed looking girl shivering on the side of the road. She had passed a sign a ways back however, that said she should be approaching a town soon, maybe within the next couple miles if she was lucky. If I even make it there, she thought to herself.

Winter chill or not, a small smile cracked her lips when she thought again about her new freedom. She tried to imagine all the things little Raegan had dreamed of doing before she’d been kidnapped into this life, imagining beach trips and ice cream and hot cocoa. Anything was possible now that she was out. 

She’d finally escaped the hell that had been the last 15 years of her life but she wasn’t going to live long enough to see it if she couldn’t get somewhere warm soon. And a change of clothes. The grey jumpsuit made her look like an inmate (well, that wasn’t too far from the truth), and the snow had soaked through the canvas and made it even heavier on her thin frame. Her wet hair hung in limp strands around her face and her teeth chattered. Get it together Raegan, you’re not going to get to do any of these things if you freeze to death. Some short lived freedom that would be.

So she kept trudging along, despite the protest in her legs, only the strength of her willpower keeping her from collapsing right then from exhaustion and cold.  

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A New Beginning

Fire. Her lungs were on fire as she ran through the concrete walls of the facility, only barely aware of the shouts of guards chasing after her over the sound of her heavy breathing. Raegan pushed her legs to go faster, the pounding of her feet matching the sound of blood pounding in her ears as she rounded another corner of the building, praying they wouldn’t catch her. 

As she came around the corner and looked at the hallway she passed by, she mentally cursed, realizing she was running in circles. If she was back in the lab she grew up in, this wouldn’t have happened. Even though she spent most of her adult life in and out of the same three rooms, her childhood memories of running around the place had helped her map almost the entire thing out in her head. This new place was foreign to her, however, thus her current predicament. 

This was her only chance for freedom, and she was going to get it if it killed her, which it just might, if she kept this up. The thudding of the guards’ feet had dimmed somewhat, so Raegan allowed herself a moment of pause, “Okay. Rae. Think.” She closed her eyes and tried to remember the night she’d seen moonlight shine through a doorway to the outside. She’d found it on one of her more feeble escape attempts months ago, but had filed away the location for a time when she knew she’d break free. Almost as if a lightbulb had illumnated above her head, Raegan’s eyes flew open, finally knowing how to get where she needed to go.

Raegan ran at full-tilt until she reached a T in the halls. She started to turn down the right hall but skidded to a stop when she saw guards flooding towards her. Eyes widening, she turned to go back the other way but guards were closing in on her from that side as well. Frozen, Rae tried to figure out what her next move needed to be, but the adrenaline coursing through her veins was doing nothing to help the nerves she suddenly felt. Familiar heat came to her sweaty palms as she clenched and unclenched her hands, and she saw the pale blue aura around them. 

“Not now,” she whispered to herself, a small trace of fear making her voice tremble. She hated what they had made her, what they could make her do. But because her emotions were completely unstable, and Raegan was so frightened, the blue aura grew, taking control, trying to protect. The small bag of marbles one of her only friends had given her rose from her pocket and the individual round balls flew towards the guards, tearing through their vital organs as she let out a scream of anguish. The sudden outburst had the remaining guards falter, unsure of their next move. This was her chance.

Raising a hand, Raegan felt the marbles fly back to her, piling in her palm, and she pocketed them as she ran past the bodies on the ground. She tried hard to ignore the burning in her eyes as tears wet them and streamed uninterrupted down her cheeks. “Never again,” she whispered to herself as her poor, tired legs carried her through a final set of doors and into the unknown. 

It was cold here. Wherever here was. But not nearly as cold as Sokovia was. As soon as Raegan had deemed herself far enough away from the HYDRA base, she allowed herself to collapse into the snow, the iciness of it numbing the burning in her legs. She was free. Finally free. No more orders, no more experimentation, and no more torture. She did it, and the idea of her newfound freedom was enough for a big grin to cover her face and she let out a triumphant laugh. 

The longer she sat in the snow however, the more she could feel the chill in her bones. The grey jumpsuit and white t-shirt she wore offered little in the way of warmth, and she knew she’d have to find something to warm her up, otherwise her new freedom would be very short lived.

Picking herself up out of the snow, her legs felt wobbly from overuse and cold, but she managed to make her way through the woods and up to a road. Hopefully she could find someone to point her in the way of food, or shelter, or just a warm blanket. She was soaked through now, after having sprawled out in the snow, and could only hope she would come across a town, or a kind stranger soon for fear of becoming an icicle on the side of the road.