#HelmutPara

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@willyoustilllovemeifimbroken

Helmut was about to give up on recruitment for today, he was starting to straighten up applications and starting to tuck them away into the folder he was carrying them in, when a young man had approached. He paid them little mind, other than initially noticing their coming toward him. After a moment of silence however, he said "We are done for today. Perhaps come back in a few days if you would like to." The baron states coldly, continuing to pack away things so he could go enjoy the rest of his evening.

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Original reply here. @buchananbarnes1991

John took that ignoring him personally. Watching as James spoke to Yelena and Ava. Mainly talking about Natalia. Yelena gave a shrug to the others words, for the most part "Such a poser." She muttered cheekily. Then leaned onto the table, pointing at James "And she has told you, what?"

Pulling in slightly, she almost grinned warmly, thinking of her sister, thinking of her, all this time. But remained appearing otherwise apathetic for the most part "That is because I am very interesting."

Watching the guard rush off John smiled "Not very chatty, I guess." He placed his left hand on the table and leaned in on it "This crap-" Grabbing into the box "-shows you a simulation, broadcast here, to help you pick one of these prisoners for missions." He gestured toward Ava "She picked-" Tossing the wrist device toward James "-Some Hulk wannabe."

Pulling back a bit he tapped on his own wrist device "I usually pick this guy-" He showed a man seemingly trying to escape the simulated town, resisting smirking. Turning his wrist device off he pulled out another few devices and explained them, but who cares about those devices right now.

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Original post here. @illbringthechaosmagic

Giving a mostly innocent look over her as she giggled, he was tempted to raise the rate. A faint grin on his lips he imagined it must have been a good thing, her giggling like that, after everything "Seven's are perfect." Perfect in that they weren't perfect, and that was perfect, because she was unique, but beautiful still. When she poked a finger into the side of his face his eyebrows rose for a moment "An eight." Giving a nod, he would imagine himself to be lower, but not too much so.

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Original post here. @illbringthechaosmagic

Eying the younger woman as she had moved in closer, he crooked a finger into the book, giving her more of his attention then. Then, at her words, he gave a shrug "It is fine. The lovely thing about books, is that you do not need to rush through them." It was, in his experience, better to take your time with them, even. Helmut gave a nod as she had continued "Of course. Sokovians have always been the one's to suffer. If not from our own leaders, than the mistakes of others."

Perhaps the initial bombing that had killed her parents, was not exactly a mistake, all in all. But, the name behind the authorization for those bombs was certainly not facing any just punishment for them. This visit was temporary, as it could be imagined, since, he was technically supposed to be in prison. But he got bored, and didn't want to be there anymore "Yes. I think I will-" He made a face, thinking, then nodded "It is nice to have such familiarity. Despite her being a few years younger than he is, they still grew up closely enough to understand, what the the remaining citizens of their destroyed country was feeling.

Then there was their equally devastating losses of family offering a faint grin he ducked his head in royal elegance " As long as you would like me to be around." Both of them were certainly causing some bit of trouble for the Avenger's, in either case.

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Tucking his hands between his lap to keep them warm he stares over at the other, still skeptical of this moment watching Bucky carefully, he narrowed his eyes "If you microwaved my tea, I would certainly have to commit arson to satisfy the tea gods." He muttered tiredly, though soon becomes lost in his own thoughts before hearing the other speak up again "Hm? Alive." Which he thought was pretty unfortunate "If this can be considered that-Why are you here James?"

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@illbringthechaosmagic​ replied here

Helmut gave a snarky little grin toward Wanda as he got comfortable "Well, bedside manner would make me wish to die less." He commented glancing down "If that is any incentive for you." He added. As she spoke on patching wounds his head lulled for a moment, focusing on her "Alright--" As she moved to him he pulled away a bit, eying her cautiously before moving to focus them on her face. Peeling his bloodied hand from the wound in his side. He let her look "What do you mean not intentionally? Did you not just say you have patched up enough wounds before?" The wound had a slight burn around where a puncture had been. He had clearly lost quite a deal of blood, as the entirety of his shirt just below the wound and the side of his pants had been soaked in the stuff. Resting on his left hand he shakily moved his bloodied right hand out of her way some more "S-ss-so, miss Maximoff. What is your first move here..."

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@ofsokovianbaronesses​ replied here

His ears twitched a bit at the familiar voice. His wife's, dropping his arms back down, he stared off into the distance a moment more. For a long time, she was just another nightmare that filled his nights. The wisps of delusion that crept behind his back. A promise unfulfilled. Turning, he smiled at her sweetly, turning his head a bit "Oh." Blinking, he watched her carefully for a moment, taking her image in. Helmut struggled a moment to look her in the eyes. Though, soon enough, he had "Heike. That is a brilliant idea." He teased back. Reaching out, he took her hand gently in his own, tracing his thumb over the back of her hand "You have always been such a good and loyal wife.  Meine geliebte."

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@buchananbarnes1991​ replied here

Helmut had been home with Carl, as was often usual when his wife was a valued worker. Lifting a baby spoon full of some kind of baby slop on it he let Carl suck on the spoon for a moment, smiling as the baby had eaten up all the slop "Mmm. Good. You are eating so well today." Helmut cheered lightly, encouraging his son. Once the spoon was mostly emptied and the mess around his infant's mouth wiped up he moved to give another scoop of food. Carl had been reaching out for more, already having eaten a great deal "Only a few more bites. You'll become sick if you overeat." He commented, knowing the baby wouldn't understand entirely what he meant, or really at all. But had decided none the less to make it a habit to speak to Carl like this, anyway, even as an infant. As baby babble was much more of a hindrance for forming minds. Reaching out the next tiny spoonful he let Carl suck on the spoon a moment, scooped some of the food that got on Carl's face back onto the spoon and let the baby continue.

Watching his son, absolutely smitten by the sloppy eating and baby babbling and such other baby things, Helmut grinned happily at his boy "Very good Carl. But that's it for now." Helmut said bringing the spoon down to rest on a napkin on the table next to the baby food. He rose, bringing a cleaning wipe over to wash up Carl's face before lifting the infant out from his baby seat "Now then. Burping, and perhaps a day out on the town, hm? You need some sun." He joked tapping the index finger on his right hand softly against Carl's nose, getting a cute little giggle and chubby little baby fingers wrapping around his own finger. Walking away he let Carl suck at the tip of his finger a moment before shifting Carl into his right arm to toss away the baby wipe into the trash "Mama won't be home till late." Though Heike had always called, and would make sure to speak to their son over the phone, before Carl was laid down for the night. As he was cleaning up the mess of lunch, Carl laid against his chest, chewing on his fingers and drooling as he looked about the room curiously.

Ignoring the slobber and sealing the jar he moved the spoon to the dishwasher then the baby food jar to the fridge "So where should we go? The park? Oh. I do enjoy the park." Carl stared at him, ocean blue eyes scanning Helmut’s face before an absolutely adorable smile spread over Carl's face, a slobbery hand reaching out to grab at Helmut's cheek followed by some more baby babbling "You think so to? I knew you were my son." Helmut murmured playfully. Then glanced around, wondering where on earth James had gone off to "Just have to find Uncle first. He seems to have gotten lost." Moving Carl into the play room, he set Carl down in the baby cage for the time being "I'll go look for him...and change my shirt. You stay." He rubbed a hand to the top of Carl's head before placing a kiss against the patch of soft blond hair, inhaling the smell the lingered from the baby shampoo before pulling away. Though as he turned he stopped momentarily, seeing James standing at the doorway "Oh- Uh...Whe-"

Though he didn't have much time to say anything before the other quickly charged at him, a knife soon digging into his chest. The others super human speed and strength had, in the process, sent him stumbling back into the wall on one side of the baby cage. Reaching his right hand up to grab at the bionic arm that was pinning him he frowned "Wha-what are you doing, Ja- 98!?" It was at this moment, that he had felt the blade dig deep into his chest, blood drizzled onto the floor, staining the wood beneath them. Gasping for breath, Helmut felt his core run cold. When James yanked the knife out from him, he stared at it for a moment, watching his blood drip from the blade before looking toward James, looking absolutely betrayed. His left hand moved to cover the wound, shaking, and poorly managing to keep any blood from flowing down his chest. Dropping to the floor he coughed, blood splattering out from his mouth. Staring down toward his wound, his vision wavered, becoming confused. Lifting his left hand away from the wound, it trembled "Why..."

Dropping over onto the floor, he gasped out, breaths straining. His eyes moved back to James, following the others form as James had stepped back and began to cry. Then moving to whoever had come in and knocked James out, Helmut continued to watch for a long time. Seeing as one of the members of Hydra leaned in to look at Carl in the baby cage, who had just quietly been watching what was going on, clearly not understanding. Though as the agent was order to leave they turned from Carl and moved away, hearing whoever was in charge comment on Carl being 'too young' for their plans. Then the room began to fade into darkness. Soon enough, silence at followed. Or what he thought was silence, until he heard Carl talking to him "It's okay...Carl...It's ...ok-kay." He muttered hearing Carl starting to sniffle beside him and continued trying to get his attention. The world completely faded away then, before the sound of his wife's voice filled his ears. Waking him up once more, he didn't know how much time had gone by, but he could tell she was asking him to hang on.

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@hammerindustries​ replied here

"I completely understand. This." He supposed so anyway. Though it was more all inside his mind, rather than all over the place around him. How very telling Justin's mess was to Helmut in that moment “You know, you can tell a lot about someone by the inside of their spaces...A lot of books? They like to read. A lot of taxidermy animals? They like to scare the hell out of anyone who dares sleep at their house. It is all quite interesting.” He said in a most mellow and calm of tone “You should keep it this way.”

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@illbringthechaosmagic​ replied here

Helmut had moved to take point, firing at some of the men farther out with his rifle. He was trained well enough in sniping. Though as men had still managed to get within range he had to drop the rifle and move on to a hand gun. Backing up as he did. A bullet grazed his right shoulder however. Internalizing it however, Helmut continued to return fire and keep as many of the men back as he was able. However as he was stepping back to their ranks the blast happened. Everything had become blurred for him for a moment. His body had been sent flying across the field before coming suddenly to a stop as it hit something and stuck to it. For a brief few seconds his vision became bright, he could see shapes around him but everything had a blur over it. Then, his head slumped, his body went slack as he had fallen unconscious.

When Wanda had come over his pulse clearly was weakening and had seemed to be in distress. As her hand brushed over his own, his hand twitched, fingers gripping lightly onto the dirt that was now staining with his blood. In the darkness of his unconscious mind, he could hear his name being called. Behind his closed eyes, it was easy to see his eyes shifting in their sockets, before slowly fluttering open. Searching for a moment, Helmut struggled to find Wanda's face. Lightly, he gasped, his lips parting as he was trying to speak. It was clear he was in some amount of shock. His eyes moved toward Wanda's own wound.

Bringing his hand up he gently held it "Wanda...you're hurt...-I'm fine...-" He grinned, not really knowing how badly wounded he was, since he couldn't even feel it "I-i-i- just need. J-just nee-n-need ...a moment...I-I think I h-h-hit my hea-h-he-hea-head ...hard." He blinked, turning his head weakly from one side, to the other "You did great..."

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@illbringthechaosmagic​ replied here

Helmut raised an eyebrow, mostly impressed by Wanda's skill improvement. He knew there was still quite a ways to still go, with this kind of thing being new to her. But they seemed to both be enjoying this together, in the end. Though as he went to pull back from her and Wanda brought the practice sword, still heavy, and having a rather narrow edge to it despite it being for practice he hissed, dropping his own sword and pulled his hand back a bit, instinctively as some blood welled up from the broken skin on his wrist.

Letting off a small hum, he shakes his head as Wanda came to him, grabbing his arm. Lowering his head a bit, he looked toward the accidental injury "It's fine...Wanda...these things happen." He assured her. Turning his hand a bit he glanced up to her "Though we might have to put this kind of practice off a bit, it needs time to heal." He reached his uninjured hand out, grabbing her right forearm delicately "Don't worry. I am not so fragile."

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@dhampiravidi​ replied here

"Oh. What a coincidence for you then." He didn't believe that. But he wasn't going to contest it, for now. Making a face, his brows knit together briefly as he observed this stranger. Watching her closely for the next couple of moments and trying to get a profile of her character to manipulate in some way. As the Leader of Hydra, he was sure plenty of others would have wished to get him as she had. Or stop him in some way. Though he could not just let that happen. Neither could those stupid enough to keep joining Hydra. Letting out an exhausted sigh, Helmut continued to wait quietly.

Only to feel the temperature in the room change drastically. So drastically in fact it was clearly unnatural. Sweating then, he reached up to tug at his mask, trying to get some air under it in the pockets that weren't melted into his face. With her question he gave his full attention "Teresa Loren?" He repeated, thinking back. He had in fact no idea who that person was "Why does it matter? We've killed all kinds of people. One irrelevant woman means nothing to us." He replied.

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@ofsokovianbaronesses​ replied here

He had felt as though his throat had dried up. Pregnant. What was he supposed to do now? She was having their child and he was questioning it. How silly could he have been "Ah..." He glanced down toward her hands, holding his own. It was obvious he was thinking to himself, gears turning in his head. Then he pressed on a grin, picking his head back up and looking toward his wife "This is good to hear, my dear." Helmut gave an agreeing nod of his head "This is what we need, wouldn't you agree?" He then moved his hands to rub comfortingly along her arms, before resting them onto her shoulders " How far along?" Helmut had questioned curiously then. Though he was not sure his mind was completely wrapped around this. That was a normal question to ask your wife...your now pregnant wife, right? Of course. Bringing his right hand up to his mouth, he pinched his bottom lip for a moment nervously.

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@illbringthechaosmagic​ replied here

Helmut assumed it was just another thing that the Avengers had failed to do in the end. He looked to one side, frowning as she spoke "People, as you can expect in such a situation, have become very hostile." But it was best to keep Wanda with the children. When her hand came to his face he closed his eyes "We will need to be more strategic." He glanced toward where the children were at " It gives me a bad image of what they will have to grow up in." He couldn't imagine the twins having to navigate this destroyed world.

Though he knew they couldn't hide them from it entirely. If they were to navigate it at all. Helmut glanced to her when she asked where he was hurt. Pulling away he dropped the bags of items he scavenged in this latest trip "Mostly it is their blood. There seems to be little to no ammo left at this time." At least where they were currently looking for things. Thankfully Wanda's magic had done a lot in helping their efforts these days "Seeds. No actual live stock, yet." He gestured to the bag. Unbuttoning his shirt he shrugged his wounded shoulder out of the shirt, looking at it "Not bad, considering."

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@illbringthechaosmagic​ replied here

When Wanda had come over to him and wrapped her arms around him he dropped his head into her chest, hiding his face for the time being. Tears continued to slip down from his eyes. It was hard. He had barely any time with all this going on to actually do this kind of thing. Keeping up the cold, calm, calculated side of him was his only defense. But it wasn't healthy. It was just his way of trying to push through the pain and grief until he eventually could end it, all of it. Though, as this had so clearly failed to happened. Where was he to put it now...

So he continued to bury it. Sometimes the damn would break. He would lose control of it. In prison the guards would just sedate him until, forcing him to calm down by default. By the time he would wake up he would have already forgotten most of his depressive state of mind. The sadness remained however, always. It was just too much. Even though he had accomplished his goal in dealing with the Avengers, to remain when he knew he had nothing. Alone. For all those years, in a cell. Because he had already lost everything and everyone else beforehand. It was a never ending nightmare.

To not only have lost his son. But to be denied the right to die as his punishment, and suffer alone the rest of his days in a cold prison cell, was adding insult to an already devastating injury, and then spitting on both those wounds. Thickly, he swallowed, quietly sobbing into Wanda's frame. He should have been with them...not here! But, now that he had been kept here, on suicide watch much of the time. Locked away from others who he might use in means to escape. Caged like some monster. He had grown to understand that it wasn't his time to be with them, that his thoughts were simply irrational, and all he needed was the time to work through them.

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@xkindaxouttaxluckx​ replied here

Staring at her, or perhaps even, right through her it seemed, Helmut tilt his head sharply as he watched her crawl her way away from him. His boots squeaked against the floor in the trail of her blood as he stalked after her. Twisting the dagger in his hand, he grinned down at her "There's no where for you to go." Lifting the dagger up he lift his head up a bit, sticking his tongue out he ran it along the wide base of the dagger in his hand, lapping up some of the blood at the tip.

Then, dropping the blade from his face he turned his head to look in one direction as though some one were talking in that direction. Then he turned back to give his attention to Catalina. Aiming the blade once more he marched over, lifting his right leg up over hers, seeing as she wouldn't be quick enough to get away from him. Then, smashed his foot down into her her injured leg, right where he had stabbed her, twisting the toe of his combat boot deeper into the wound.

Kneeling down beside her quickly, he grabbed onto Catalina's neck with his left hand, squeezing "You think I don't know what you were planning, hm?" His nostrils flaring a bit he brought the end of the dagger to her left eye, stopping only an inch from penetrating it "Maybe...I am as crazy as you all think I am. Maybe you should have taken that into account, before you plotted to kill me. With your friends. Give me your fucking phone!"