#SOMMER: I observe and remain silent (ic)

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@toxichem liked for a starter from here!

"I'd appreciate a little space." Helena turned to glare the moment she saw the other woman approach just a bit too close out of the corner of her eye. The surrounding temperature practically plummets for the split second that the Norwegian is caught off guard, the frost seemingly lingering around her even when things return to normal.

[thepaperpanda]

Don’t Let Go || Part I

Words: 1118

Warnings: none

SUMMARY: You're being saved from death by Captain America himself. Is this a beginning of a serious relationship?

Author: Ailo

Cold. Everything is cold, and glow in a weird light.

You feel hands on your back, warmth seeping out from them and right into your shirt. “Hang on.” You can’t make out the last words, everything is a blur and your head, your head hurts like that one morning after you drank yourself under the table. Your whole body is shaken by shivers, you can’t seem to be able to stop shivering, even when you try to take deep breaths to settle your shoulders.

So cold… You're being lifted up. You know because your vision suddenly swarms, and you feel nauseous. “Stop that…” you say weekly to the one responsible for your sudden unwelcome state. You’re resting against something hard, bulky, warm, that beats in rhythm… You realize you’re being carried bride-style, the person’s arms you were in on your back and under your knees. You snuggle into the warmth, burrowing your face and the cold tip of your nose in the person’s neck. The one carrying you takes a sudden breath, heart-beat accelerating slightly against your side for a moment before returning back to its normal, steady beating. You don’t speak. Neither does the other, who just walks. Walks where exactly ? You can’t recall a destination being set, just being picked up and carried away.. and not in Disney princess style, as you can’t seem to be able to muster enough strength to open your tired eyes. Somewhere along the way, the other’s body heat having warmed you up during the walk, you fall asleep, gripping the person’s shirt tightly into your hands, like a man at sea would a life line. And you fall, fall slowly into slumber, the steady beating of the heart acting like a lullaby, the steady and regular pace of the other rocking you to sleep. And then everything turns to hell. You’re being put down to rest against a tree, the sound of gunshots ringing in your head. “Don’t worry” says a voice. You open your eyes, trying to get a glance of the person who you know has been taking care of you. “Everything is going to be all right… I’ll come find you after I get them off of our backs…” You can’t even nod, can’t even voice your acknowledgment to the person. You try harder to get your sight to focus and put a face on the voice. A man. That you can make out of the blur. The voice is that of a man. Yellow… a blond, then. His hair are disheveled… And then, out of nowhere, two blue orbs pop out. A blond with blue eyes then. A pretty shade of blue, at that, the color not cold but warm and making you want to trust those eyes… A smile, trying to hide the worry and the marks of fatigue on the man’s face. “I promise I’ll be back soon.��� And then, nothing. He disappears from your vision. You can see the grey sky, heavy clouds announcing rain… It’s pretty, standing against the luscious green of the trees around you… Gunshots again. Yells. The sound of hand to hand combat. Bullets resonating against something metallic… You hope your blue eyed savior is alright. The gunshots stop. You start counting… 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi… You lose count after 13, when the first drops of rain fall down onto your face. Suddenly he is here again. Takes you back into his arms. “Miss me ?” he asks jokingly. “We’ll be safe soon.” You don’t care. Now you know you’ll be alright. You close your eyes, let out a content sigh and bury your nose in the man’s neck once more, drifting back to sleep, only this time completely letting go…

You hear a door opening and closing seconds later. You feel good… you’re on something soft… a mattress… You’re warm again, your head doesn’t hurt as much as before… There is a weight on your right hand. You open your eyes slowly, letting them adjust to the sunlight peaking through the curtains… You are faced by a wall. A white one.

A hospital then.

You turn your gaze to the right. The blond man is here, hands over your smaller one, head resting upon his arms. Has he been here since you were brought in?

He looks cute, with his hair still a mess. You move your left hand you put it in his hair. He wakes up, startled by the contact. Now that you can see his face, all disoriented from waking up, you decide he is even cuter. No… handsome is more the appropriate word. He his handsome. “Hi.”

“Hello.” You smile. He takes both your hands in his larger ones, gripping them tightly. “How are you?” he asks, looking you straight into the eyes. “Better than before. Thank you for saving me..” God, how cheesy you must sound.

Even to you it sounds like a line from the romantic comedies you used to watch with your friends in high-school. You’re cut in your train of thought, when you notice him blushing. “What about you? How are you?” “Fine.” he says, shrugging. “Did you eat?” “Yes, I had the nurse bring me a tray earlier…” “Why didn’t you leave?” you frown a bit. “Sorry?” he looks taken-aback. “Why are you still here?” you ask again. You mentally hit yourself for your choice of words as soon as you see his expression change, he now looks lost, like a puppy who had just been kicked by its owner. “I can leave if…” he tries to rise from his seat, hesitating. “I didn’t mean it like that, I just… I don’t understand why you’d choose to stay here while we don’t know each other.”

Fuck, you cursed in your thoughts. You are kinda pitiless to him now. And that man has saved your life.. He stiffens. “I… I don’t know… you just… I wanted to make sure…” “It’s alright.” You say softly, getting one your hands out from his grasp. You slowly put it on his cheek. “Thank you.” It’s his turn to smile now. And that smile is the cutest thing you've ever seen.

From the moment, I first saw you, knew my heart could not be free, man’s heart skips a beat, when those thoughts forms deep in his mind as he observes you carefully with his blue eyes. I couldn't left you there to die.

He remains silent however for a second.

“I've never asked you for your name..” blonde man esquires.

“Y/N” you say simply. “And does my savior has a name though?” you ask quietly, breaking the silence.

“Of course” he scoffs, blue eyes lighting up his face. “Steve. Steve Rogers.”

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Tag dump for the two new additions to the roster (really just need to make an entire new tag post tbh)

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@yesfxckyxu liked for a starter with Sommer!

"What are you doing here." While the makeshift safehouse, appearing as a rather large apartment hidden away amongst civilian-owned buildings, wasn't in current use, it wasn't necessarily going to remain that way. All depended on how the squad fared with their undercover assignment. But whether it was successful or not, she still had to keep the perimeter secure... Keep random civilians away. Without arousing suspicion of course. After all, the presence of foreign special forces in the middle of a bustling city wasn't the most agreeable thing to locals.

What she wouldn't give to trade places with anyone on that squad right now.

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She only turns to truly face Viper when the other woman begins to speak, tensed like a cornered animal. Truthfully, her initial reaction was a gut response to the approach of anyone, it wasn't anything personal. After all, Helena couldn’t remember the last time she truly felt safe enough to let her guard down, not since her experience with Kingdom at the very least. It left her on edge for months now, ready to snap at anyone getting too close or unfortunate enough to catch her unawares, like Viper had just done. 

Still, however impersonal, Sommer’s hostility- a defense mechanism Simmons frequently reminded her it was in her best interests to work through- wasn’t something she could easily drop when it came to Viper. Not when it came to the woman's past associations and expertise. It was all too easy for her mind to subconsciously replace her with different doctors, different faces; those that had done her harm and would likely always be haunting whispers in the back of her fractured mind. 

It did make it easier not to be affected by Vipers retorts however, unnaturally pale eyes meeting hers, expression solidly guarded off. Not quite a challenge but still, holding her ground without quite going on the offensive. That is, until the word stray is thrown out, and Helena finds her control slipping once more, hanging on by a t h r e a d . 

There was something about the word that causes it to hit deep, in a way she couldn’t brace for. The way it sounded so dismissive when Viper spoke. After everything, it felt dehumanizing, and in the moment Viper is temporarily replaced by another doctor, one of those damned scientists, reminding her of her place. 

The sentiment is done no favors by the clinking of the mug, harsher than what Sommer was bracing herself for. Her fist clenches against the countertop “I am not a fucking stray.” she grits out as the temperature in the room plummets back down to what it was, matched by a layer of frost coating her fist and the counter surrounding it. 

‘Strays’ were animals nobody wanted, that had nowhere to go, helpless. Ragged, lost, and fucking helpless. A description Sommer refused to believe fit herself or Pixie. They weren’t like those twins after all, not knowing anything but that facility, not knowing anyone on the outside. She had a home, she just couldn’t go back, left to follow Simmons’ lead, wherever it took their ragtag group. 

She forces herself to release the breath she had been holding; a poor attempt at regaining control and grounding herself before this turned into a conversation she’d be having with Pixie whenever she got back. On principle, she refused to let herself truly lose control in front of Viper and prove her right. And however difficult it is, she does turn away to pull a tupperware container out of the microwave with her gloved hand, muttering out, “My apologies for getting caught off guard and disturbing you.” The bite in the air does recede, not quite as much but it’s noticeable. Proof of a conscious attempt of what Simmons could maybe call ‘civility’ at least. 

@toxichem liked for a starter from here!

"I'd appreciate a little space." Helena turned to glare the moment she saw the other woman approach just a bit too close out of the corner of her eye. The surrounding temperature practically plummets for the split second that the Norwegian is caught off guard, the frost seemingly lingering around her even when things return to normal.