#you put a cross on them. you know that it'll end with tortures then death

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

today's prisoner exchange are the good news i stopped believing would happen

[clicheyettouche]

THE SUICIDE NOTE I NEVER FINISHED WRITING.

What I actually wrote today is very sensitive. It's not for everyone. It's about my suicide attempts and my thoughts about it. So, if you're uncomfortable with this kind of topic then please don't bother reading it. I just want to voice out what I've been through.

So yup! If you're wondering about the title, it is 100% truth. There's no reason for me to joke about this. And the idea of opening up about this is actually just because of the sudden deaths. Like, ang dami nag su-suicide talaga. The funny thing is, sobrang timing.

So, I was checking out my old drafts on my old wattpad account the other day when I stumbled upon the suicide note I had written years ago when I was still in college, entitled "moonlight and butterfly". I debated for 10 minutes about opening it and reading it. Kasi it might trigger me or something. Eventually, I gave in. Well, akin naman 'yun so I don't think I can stop myself from opening it. My heart sank when I read every word so, again...tears fell down my face as I read the words I had written.

If you ask me now, I do remember everything and why I felt so desperate and tormented. I know I was dealing with severe anxiety, and that I had lost most of my friends because I never left the house, and I clearly remember how stupid, sad and alone I was. The letter didn't even explain my reasoning for wanting to end my life. All I know is there's a lot of days that I really did contemplate committing suicide on a daily basis, and I'm not sure what will put me over the edge and when. What I wrote was mostly apologetic, and called out some of my family and friends specifically to tell them how much I loved them. But it was still heartbreaking. The words were so sad.

I'll share you the half of my letter...

I have my free trial of life and I want to cancel it before I have to start paying for it. I don't like it very much and it's too expensive. I was never the person I wanted to be. Maybe without the darkness I would have been a better person, maybe not.

If you are reading this, chances are that I've killed myself in some manner. As of the time I am writing this I have not decided on how. I am sorry for how this made you feel. It has been on my brain for a long time and obviously I succumbed. I was so tired and helpless.

Let me start off saying I do not want to be cremated. I don't want my ashes to be kept in an urn, it'll make me feel alone even more. I just want a private funeral, wake, memorial, orbituary or even a cross somewhere in remembrance. I want a lot of daisies around my casket because that's my favorite flower.

I would also really not like the news of this to travel far. I don't want people to feel sad for me or even pity me more. And there are a couple of things I would like to say to some people I cherish the most:

Mommy and Daddy: Please don't be sad. None of this was your fault. So,thank you for raising me with love. I never once doubted that the two of you loved me very much.

5K: This is just my choice. I thought long and hard on this, It is what I want. And I know you guys don't want this for me. I'm sorry but none of your existential quote or words of wisdom can cure this, It won't change anything. Believe me. I did everything to save myself but It just so happens that I am not that strong as you think I am. I sincerely hope that y'all will move on from this and just be happy without me. It's okay. I can say I'm finally free and you don't have to worry. Love you all! xx

You see...

I do not fear death. I fear life. I fear the tortures of my every day. I fear the noise and the vision. I fear what I can do. I fear what I will do. I'm sorry everyone but this world is just not my place. Maybe I was meant to be a ghost who watches people everyday and just wonder why am I here on earth or a lost butterfly in someone else's garden. I am leaving a world to which I never truly belonged or fit in. And I'm sorry if I'm not strong enough. Know that I'm gone because I chose to do so. There's no one to blame.

For once, I finished something I started. For once I was brave enough to go through with something risky and dangerous. I want my peace. I do hope that I can watch you all from the clouds above. And sending down the purest and beautiful butterflies to send you love and comfort.

The act of taking my own life is not something I am doing without a lot of thought. Grabe 'yung pag-iisip ko, sobra pa sa sobra. I'm an overthinker, it's either my thoughts can save me from actually doing it or it can be the cause of my death.

I tried to cancel the free trial, but sadly it didn't work. I attempted suicide three times and I failed thrice can you imagine that? Mas toxic ang thoughts ko noon. I have this situation where I was so numb from too much pain. It was a real madness inside me. No one knows about this story pero I think it's time to open this part of my life.

During my college I struggled with the whole "going no where" thing ever since I was out of high school. There's no one I can be transparent to about what I'm feeling. I feel like everyone is too busy with their own life and I was just a burden all this time. I hate college and I would rather be homeless, I would rather work a shi t job or I would rather lie in bed until I die. Honestly I don't know what is and what isn't for me anymore. Overall I'm so tired and completely lost all my motivation and my brain can't find dopamine to get me to care. It all feels pointless. So that time I have to go to school of course kasi it's weekdays. And I did. But before I go to school I'm thinking ways to do it. There's not a day I don't think about life if I didn't exist. There's not a day I don't stare at the taunting blade underneath our desk, making me wonder how deep do I have to cut until I fall asleep.

I remember meron pa nga akong rope sa kwarto ni lola and I'm the one who tie it into a knot. I'm not sure if they got weirded out or wonder why there's a rope there. What my plan was, I can just do it sa edge ng kama, 'yun bang sa sobrang higpit I will never grasp for air. It's actually how prisoner execute their suicide. Moving forward I had to go to school, and I did. I'm actually standing in front of the school entrance thinking if I should go inside or just end myself. But what I did was I turned around at sumakay ako ng jeep na wala sa sarili. I stare people blankly. And I almost forgot to pay for my own fare dahil nakatulala lang ako sa kawalan. What am I thinking? I'm actually deciding.

I have to decide that time.

'Kung lalagpas ako sa usual na binababaan ko pauwi. I'll probably gonna kill myself. I mean there's a lot of option for me. I can go to MRT, mag pasagasa or tumalon sa building. I mean I'm not really scared of doing it, the only thing na pumipigil sa'kin is 'yung mga taong maiiwan ko. As I was looking outside the jeep. What flashes right before my eyes was my own family grieving and blaming themselves when I'm gone. I truly believe my body would be nothing but dust before anyone would even notice I wasn't around pero I know how painful it would be for them. The awful sickness I feel inside of me is eating me alive from the inside out but I'm not selfish. I care about my family more than I care for myself.

I look cold as ice on the outside but the moment I got home. I did cry so hard. All I did was cry. Dun ako nag decide na hindi ko na kaya, na I don't want to go to college anymore. Hindi naman sa ayaw kong mag-aral, I mean theres more to that. I wanted to but how am I supposed to do that? It's really hard for me to explain. And the most heartbreaking part of that situation was, my own father told me na nag-iinarte lang ako. It hurts me more kasi I'm at my lowest and that's the time that I realised that no one really tried to understand me. I really wish na pag-iinarte nga lang ang lahat so it's a lot more easier for me to deal with. Pero hindi eh. No one bothers asking me why or what happened without giving me judgements and all. Maybe this is the reason why I prefer to just keep it all to myself.

I always tell myself that I am strong. I have always been strong, but until when? How long do I have to keep holding on? I can't see myself growing old or dying of natural causes. During those critical times the only way I can see myself go is if i do it myself. Some nights you feel the void in your heart growing and you wonder if It's going to be like that forever. You become exhausted trying to win against your loneliness, so you just sit in the corner, and passively let it eat you alive. I faced multiple problems everyday.

Money. Motivation. Rejection. Will to live. I also ate insults for lunch from myself. I'm fat. I'm ugly. I'm harsh. I'm insecure. I'm so fucking edgy and raw, that's why I scare myself sometimes. There were specific incident when I went further than I had intended to, or I broke a personal rule or boundary I'd previously set myself, and at those times I was really, immediately, very scared of myself and what I could do to myself. The recent incident was only last year. I cut myself, there's a lot of lines on my wrist. It's getting deeper and deeper every cuts. But my intention was not to cut my wrist anyway, I want to slit my throat or just stab myself. Because I want a sure kill. That's how my mind works.

As much as I try to be a decent, relatively normal person, there is just a dark cloud over me. I'm dissociated a lot of the time. I don't trust people. I love humanity, but I do hate people. There is just this darkness inside of me that is scary. They don't know or understand what it feels like to carry that the whole entire time. What it does to a person. I am not bad and I know that. I was always the sympathetic and empathetic one that saw the good in everyone. I still am. But I'm scared of myself. What's inside me, and what I am capable of. So, I'm hoping na people would understand me. I mean I don't think I'm suicidal. I'm not that person na araw-araw the only thought I have is to kill myself. Hindi pa ako umaabot sa ganon, those kind of idea will eventually come to me kapag hindi ko na alam 'kung sa paanong way ko i-hahandle 'yung situation. Like when something BIG happened to the point na I can't even handle my own thoughts and emotions or I can't control the situation I'm in doon ako nag-iisip ng masama.

Feeling like a contradiction. Wanting connection, but avoiding it. Wanting to friendly or decent, but knowing one could explode at any moment. It's a tough way to live, holding that at bay all the time. This is why I have a butterfly tattoo. It resembles my life kahit papaano. Like, I was in a cocoon that was dark, confusing, and incredibly sad. I was scared of people, and I still am, but not as much as before. I was told that I was troubled, that something was wrong with me, and that I was disturbed. No one took the time to understand me, but they took the time to judge and reject me. Butterfly is supposed to be held for a short time and then let go. It's beauty is not for anyone to possess and if someone tried to possess it, the butterfly ceases to exist. I flit through life and I enter people's lives for a short time, then I fly away. I learn from them, and they learn from me. I'm always sad at the end of my time with them, but I'm happy for the experience.

I don't want to be born as human again if I have a choice. Being a butterfly is not a bad idea. That seems like the good life. Short and Simple. Being a human is just...too complicated and miserable. So many limbs, and digits on this body to worry about. And what am I supposed to be doing this whole time? Walk around? Touch things? Cry everytime? Forget it... I'd rather just fly above everything and observe. It'd be worth drinking sweet nectar from flowers.

And before I die I wish I'm listening to Butterfly by BTS because that's also my favorite song from them and I don't want a cremation! I hate that. Anyway this is not a suicide note...I hope it's not tho. All I know is that the only reason why I'm still alive is I want to spare my family from pain and trauma. Because I felt that.

[rendevousz]

freak

avengers x teen!fem!reader

summary: you get captured during a mission and the team saves you.

warnings: language, violence, brief misogyny, torture, **NO sexual assault (because as i was proofreading, i only implied most of the torture scenes because i didn't want to write it in graphic detail and i realised the vague wordings might be misinterpreted as sexual assault which IT IS NOT, just clearing it up), and also again, my inability to write good endings

word count: 4589

notes: i just rewatched iron man 2 so that explains justin hammer LMAO also ooc justin hammer because even tho mans evil, he gets extremely um.. cruel here but anyways i hope you enjoy this!!

you were 13 when you first met the avengers and 16 when you officially joined. you grew up as one of HYDRA's experimented children and the team had found you when they raided the base that you were in.

a small, sickly-looking kid you were, sat against your cell wall, hugging your knees. 13 but you could probably pass off as a 10 year old due to how malnourished and miserable you were. burying your head in between your knees, you covered your ears as the loud gunshot noises filled the whole place. the metal door of your cell slamming open against the wall had you whimpering, hands above your head in fear.

every time the door slammed open, guards would come drag you out for more experiments so it was an instinct for you to cower in fear at the sound.

"last room in the west hall, i found a little girl."

you heard nothing because you were covering your ears, preparing yourself to be forcefully dragged by the guards to the experiment room. but it never came.

"hey," a soft voice called. you were violently shaking at this point, breathing heavily as you tried to calm down. "hey, it's okay." the voice called out again and you felt them touch your shoulders.

your head immediately jolted up, flinching away from the stranger's touch. your eyes met a blue pair as you backed away into the corner in fear. "i'm sorry! i'm sorry, i didn't mean to." the man apologised. you slowly looked up at him, observing him. he had on a full black outfit, a quiver of arrows slinging on his shoulder and he was holding onto a bow.

"don't be scared. i'm here to help," he states with his hands out, as if to calm you down. "that's what they all say." you hissed through gritted teeth and a tear-stained face, glaring at him even though that could've been a very wrong move had it been with an actual HYDRA guard.

despite the strange feeling of being safe around this man, you didn't let your guard down. that's exactly what those scientists said seven years ago. trusting kind-looking men got you into this hell you never thought you would ever escape from and you weren't going to make the same mistake again.

"clint," a red-headed female, also in all black, entered through the open door of your cell with her pistol up. at the sight of the weapon, you broke your glare towards the man. your breathing quickened and you went back to your original position before the archer came; body pressed up against your knees and covering your ears with your palms.

"i'm sorry! i'm sorry! i'll come! please don't use that on me again," you whimpered, voice muffled as your face was hidden against your knees. the woman freezes mid-walk, looking at her friend with a bewildered expression.

"nat! put that away!" clint whispered harshly, eyes glaring at the pistol in nat's hands. nat's jaw dropped in realisation, a small gasp leaving her lips as she immediately put away her weapon.

she slowly makes her way to you and clint puts his arm out before she could get closer. he looks at her with a worried expression as he shook his head, as if telling her that she can't get too close to you. nat nods understandingly, crouching down a distance from you.

"hey," she spoke softly. "i promise you that we're not here to hurt you." you kept your face hidden from her, still hugging your legs tightly. nat sighs before sitting down.

"here, let's introduce ourselves. i'm nat and this right here is clint." you hear her speak and when you slowly lifted up your head, you saw the both of them sitting down in front of you, seeming to have made themselves at home in your pathetic cell. "what's your name?"

name? you had never been able to use your name before. you always kept your own name deep in your heart despite no one ever using it, afraid you would forget it if you stopped thinking of it. the only name they ever called you here was 'number five'.

"y/n," you whispered, still doubtful about these people's intentions. you almost burst out crying when you said your name out loud. that was the first time you introduced yourself with your actual name and not the number you were given ever since you were captured.

nat must have noticed this because she immediately spoke up, trying to distract you from your consuming thoughts. "y/n...that's a pretty name for a pretty girl like you. how old are you, y/n?" she asks again.

you contemplated once more but decided it was fine. you knew you were probably going to regret trusting these two strangers but what could be worse than what HYDRA has been doing to you for years?

"13," you muttered, looking down at your lap. you were now timidly seated cross-legged, playing with the tattered hem of your shorts. you heard a small gasp from one of them and looked up to see clint with his jaw dropped.

the two adults were both thinking of the same thing. how could you be 13? you were so small and sickly-looking, they didn't even think you were older than ten, let alone an early teen.

"i know you're scared and you have all the reasons in the world to be, but i promise you, we're here to help. we'll get you out of here, only if you trust us. will you trust us?" nat says. your mind was conflicted. you were either going to finally get out of this hellhole or you were going to be taken somewhere even worse than here. but could anywhere really be worse than here?

you decided to take a leap of faith and trust these two strangers. that decision had to have been the best decision you've ever made in your life.

you were now 18, an official avenger and you had the most amazing family you could've ever asked for. they were a bit on the crazier side but could you really have a normal family when said family consisted of superheroes? but you weren't complaining. you loved these people.

they were the ones who took care of you when you thought you had no one. having been a HYDRA experiment, you had abilities the normal human didn't. said ability being shapeshifting and healing. that's why you became an avenger. your shapeshifting ability was essential during missions where you had to sneak in and you being able to heal others was crucial when medic wasn't able to be there on time.

you pretty much came along to every mission despite the adults saying you don't have to. you knew they were only doing that to protect you from dangers of all those missions but how could you not when you had such abilities? they'd be much better with you helping.

that was why you were here, in bulgaria, fighting alongside the team. well, just steve, nat, clint, bucky and tony.

justin hammer had managed to get his hands on a type of out-of-this-planet weapon that tony was also trying to retrieve, and he had big plans with it. hence why the avengers had to come where hammer had wrecked havoc in; sofia, bulgaria. he had upgraded his robots with the tech used for the stolen weapon.

with evil robots attacking the whole city, it felt like you were living the story that wanda told you of what happened in sokovia before you met the avengers.

an hour passed before all of the robots had finally been taken down and you all knew you had to get to hammer before he activates more robots to distract you guys and uses the weapon for bad things.

"tony, have you located hammer?" steve's voice sounded in your ear through the comms. you had just finished healing the nasty gash on clint's side, nat's cut on her forehead and the bruises all over bucky. you were feeling significantly weaker now, from the amount of healing you did. you stumbled slightly when you walked and bucky immediately held onto your arm. "doll, are you okay?"

"i'm fine, buck. nothing i haven't dealt with before," you told him, gently removing his grip on your arm, walking back to the quinjet.

-

"no, absolutely not. we are not sending y/n right into a death trap. she's not even strong enough right now, she just finished healing us."

you were all back at the compound now and planning a second attack on justin hammer.

"it's not a death trap, buck. and i know you're worried but she's the only choice we got. y/n, all you gotta do is sneak in as one of his henchmen and provide entrance for us. once we get in, we'll take all his guards down and get that weapon from hammer and we won't have to worry about his world domination plans anymore. it'll be over as soon as it starts and she'll be back safe with us. sound good, y/n/n?"

"yeah, sure." you agreed, already having a person in mind that you were going to change yourself to.

-

the plan had gone just as steve wanted and they managed to raid justin hammer's building, tony stealing the very item that could've aided in the massacre of millions. justin and his henchmen managed to escape the building before the avengers could catch them.

"well, that was anticlimactic," tony scoffs, already making his way to the quinjet. "but good job, y/n. you saved the day once again."

he expected to hear a laugh from you, like you usually did, being the only one who ever responds to him after missions. but instead he was met with silence. "kid?" still no answer.

"y/n, where are you?" steve panicked, finally realising that you were the only one who hasn't responded in a hot minute. "y/n/n, this isn't funny." he breathed out.

"she's...she's gone."

-

"well, well, well," a voice spoke right as you woke up from your slumber. you squinted, noticing that you were in some sort of dark room with only one light bulb right above you. "what do we have here?"

a figure walks right in the light and you could barely make out justin hammer's ugly face with how dizzy you felt. "if it isn't the little freak." he states condescendingly, smirking down at your helpless position, both wrists and ankles cuffed onto the metal chair you were sat on. you struggled against the restraints, trying to get free but to no avail.

your breathing quickened, your current vulnerable state reminding you of your later years in HYDRA. they had started off experimenting on you on a metal gurney but as you grew older, you realised that what they were doing to you was bad so you started fighting back. that ended you up on a metal restraint chair instead of the gurney, strapped to the chair with cuffs on your wrists and ankles.

this felt like deja vu. the same panic you felt, the same breathing difficulties, the same amount of effort put into trying to get out of the restraints. "you should know, princess, that that doesn't work." hammer chuckled, a fake pout on his lips as he crouched in front of you, a rough hand on your cheek. you instinctively jerked away from his touch, to which he paid no mind to because he had expected that. he then grabbed your chin harshly, turning your head up towards him. you glared at him.

"you think i didn't know what you did? snuck in as one of my men using your freaky powers? not to mention useless. imagine having powers but not being able to use them to even escape from mere humans," he laughs in your face, harshly letting go of your chin, throwing your head backwards. "you tell me where stark planned to bring the weapon and i'll let you pretty little thing go."

"no."

before you could even comprehend, his fist came flying at your face and your head dropped to the side at the impact. your left cheekbone was throbbing and you could already tell you were gonna have a black eye. despite the pain, it wasn't something you weren't used to. you were an avenger, after all. getting decked in the face was practically in the contract.

he grabbed your chin once again, pulling your head upwards to face him. "you're gonna tell me where it is or i'm gonna make you regret it."

you looked up at him with a bored look. he punched you again. and again. and again. until you could taste the blood on your tongue. "think you wanna tell me now, sweetheart?"

"never. not to someone like you."

the man seemed to get a kick out of beating you up because he punched you again in the face. your whole face was pretty much numb now and the metallic taste in your mouth intensified. you smirked at the man before you, chuckling darkly.

"sure, beat up the helpless girl. that's the only way you can beat me, right? when i'm all tied up? what a man,"

his hand was around your throat within a second and he forced you to look him in the eyes again. "sweetheart, you're a girl. tied or not, you're still weak. not even with that useless power of yours."

taking advantage of how close his face was to yours, you gathered as much bloody saliva in your mouth before spitting it in his face.

it was very much the wrong thing to do because after he wiped off his face, he left the room and two men came in, various tools in hand for their fun with you.

-

"stark! my buddy! how's it going?" justin hammer's face appeared on the screen in the conference room, where the avengers were having a meeting about your possible whereabouts.

"where is she?!" wanda growled, standing up abruptly.

"what ever do you mean?" hammer smirked, feigning innocence. "you know what we mean. where is she?" steve spoke authoritatively, trying to control his anger at the sight of the man's face.

"i'll tell you where your thing is if you tell me where my thing is." he smiled wickedly. this caused wanda to get angrier. "y/n is not a thing! and the weapon was never yours in the first place!" vision held onto her to calm her down and it worked because she sat back down, though still glaring at the screen.

"oh she's not a thing? seems like it to me, though." he smirked and the team frowned, not understanding what he meant until they heard screams and justin's smirk widening at the sound. what a sick bastard. "what are you doing to her?!" bucky screamed, knocking his chair back as he stood up.

"i don't know, you tell me." he chuckles, and the screen changes to the live footage of you in the restraint chair with the two men in the room.

you were no longer fighting back now, just sat limply with your head dropped to the side. the first hour with them, you had been fighting back like you did with justin, despite the restraints, but now entering the second hour, you were too exhausted for anything.

your left eye had been swollen shut, you could barely breathe through your nose, your cheeks were throbbing like hell and your bottom lip was busted. your head was the only thing that moved freely when hit so the men seemed to find satisfaction the most when they punched you in the face. though that didn't stop them from inflicting pain on other parts of you.

"let her go, she's just a kid!" sam exclaimed, his grip on the edge of the table tightening to control his anger. peter and wanda were crying looking at the awful state you were in, clint, tony and bruce were silent in shock, steve and bucky were getting increasingly angry as the abuse continued.

"are you going to tell us where stark is keeping the weapon or have you not gotten enough?" one of the two men was heard asking, pulling your hair back to make you look up at him. you look at with your half-opened right eye, breathing heavily. "my answer's never gonna change no matter how many times you ask."

he scoffs, stepping back before the other man swings a bat right at your stomach. the air was immediately knocked out of your lung. the men laughed as you coughed up blood profusely. this caused wanda to get more hysterical.

"well, looks like she wants more. i'll call back when she's had enough. toodles," he waves his fingers at the camera with a sinister smirk before abruptly ending the call.

the room went silent after the call, save for bucky and sam breathing heavily from the anger they felt. bucky then turned to steve, pain could be seen on his face. "you said she would be safe."

"i–i'm sorry, buck. i didn't know he was gonna take her with him." steve was still frozen in shock, the image of you on the chair now permanently ingrained in his brain. in everyone's brains actually.

"guys, gear up, he's in colorado."

all heads turned towards natasha and she looked back at them with a 'what?' expression. "you were tracking him down the whole time?"

"um, duh? now come on, gotta save our girl."

-

you awoke to a stinging sensation on your inner forearm. after your bloody coughing fit, they proceeded to beat you up again and you were knocked out then. now you were slowly regaining consciousness but you were starting to prefer being passed out. your whole body was in pain and the fact that you couldn't even move made it even worse.

"oh, lookie here. sleeping beauty is up." you were met once again with justin hammer's ugly face. he was sitting on a chair perpendicular to your left side. you couldn't wait to get out of here so you didn't have to keep seeing his face every time you woke up. your inner forearm was stinging even more now so you looked down at it. you gasped at the sight.

"how'd you like my artwork?" he chuckled at your reaction. there on your arm, obviously carved out with the bloody knife that the asshole was so proudly holding on to, was 'FREAK'. carved out big and bold. on your skin. "pretty fitting, eh? freak? because, you know, that's what you are."

the blood was seeping out through the cuts and it stung even more now that it had been exposed to the air. the asshole moved his chair to your other side. "what should i write on this arm?" he feigns a thinking expression, looking up thoughtfully with his thumb and pointer finger on his chin.

"please, i–i don't know where tony put it. i really don't." you cried, tears now flowing freely down your face without a shame.

he looks at you with amusement. "what is this? are you...are you giving up already? can't take anymore?" he smirks and you sigh, closing your eyes. you just awoke but you were exhausted. so, so exhausted.

he takes out his phone, the smirk now permanent on his ugly face. "stark! kid's finally had enough. wanna tell me where the weapon is now or do you want to find her body at the bottom of the ocean?"

you couldn't even be bothered to react to his statement. the pain all finally registered and you were tired. tired and in excruciating pain.

"kinda busy right now, can you call back later?" you could hear tony's voice sound from justin's phone and the man beside you laughed. "i see you don't care for the girl. what could possibly be more important than saving her?"

"i don't know, you tell me." a voice said from behind you two and before you knew it, hammer was knocked off the chair he was on. you weakly turned your head just in time to see a metal arm force hammer up onto his feet before wrapping around his neck. "don't you fucking touch her again."

"y/n!" you heard wanda's voice as she entered the room with peter. more tears flowed down your face at the sight of them, stinging when they rolled past the cuts on your face but that didn't matter. your family was finally here to save you.

you saw the red mist of wanda's powers surround your cuffs before they clicked open. "oh, bubs, i'm so sorry." she cried, both hands hovering around your face, hesitating to touch you in fear of hurting you. her eyes fell onto the words carved out onto your skin and her mouth fell open before covering it with her hand. "i'm so sorry we couldn't get to you sooner." peter's voice cracked and you could tell he was emotional.

"it's okay," you told them, giving them a small smile, the biggest one you could give in your current state.

tony, sam and steve entered the room to see bucky relentlessly beating up your captor and wanda and peter standing by you as you cried.

"cupcake, we're here now. don't cry, you're safe now." tony came closer and despite knowing that you were because your family was finally here, you couldn't help but let out all the pent up emotions you've kept throughout your time of captivity.

sam had a go at justin once bucky was done and steve had to physically pry them both off of the sick bastard so that nat could cuff him and bring him back to the jet.

"y/n/n, i'm so sorry. if i hadn't–"

"it's okay, stevie." you cut him off. truthfully, you only did so because you knew he was going to giving a long-winded explanation justifying his actions and your headache couldn't bear to hear lengthy sentences. but you also didn't think it was in any way his fault so he didn't deserve to be beating himself up for this. shit happens, anyway.

"let's get you out of here, doll." bucky says, cringing when he sees the blood on the floor of your chair, as well as on your clothes. he quickly reaches to lift you off the chair but stops when you let out an ear-piercing scream of pain. "doll, i'm so sorry! did i hurt you?!" bucky questions in panic.

"y–you didn't, they did. it...it hurts everywhere," you cried, feeling hopeless that you couldn't even bear being carried by someone, let alone get up by yourself. their hearts broke when you said that. you never really cried much in front of them and you were known to withstand pain well because of how much shit HYDRA put you in as well as your powers being healing, meaning you had a higher pain tolerance than most people.

"it's okay, bubs. i got you. let's get you home, alright?" wanda's calming voice broke you out of your breakdown and red mist surrounded your whole body, wanda moving you with her powers. you were thankful of that because it didn't cause any more pain to your body.

maybe hammer was right. maybe you are just a freak with useless powers. wanda floated you into the jet and she set you down on the bed. "y/n, oh my god!" clint cried out once he sees you. you looked much worse than you did on hammer's camera footage during the call an hour ago. "kid, i'm so sorry."

"clint, take the wheel. bruce doesn't have all the resources needed. she needs to be treated ASAP." nat tells her best friend and he nods, taking the wheel and immediately taking off once everyone had boarded.

you were laid on the bed, right eye slightly open as bruce examined you. exhaustion hit you like a truck and before you knew it, you blacked out.

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"how is she, doc?"

"pretty banged up but y/n, as i already knew, is a strong girl. lots of internal bleeding, broken bones, bruises and scars but she'll be fine. you can check her file later if you want," doctor cho tells tony outside of your room. "it's fine, can we see her?" he asks on behalf of the whole team standing behind him.

"yeah, of course! she woke up five minutes ago. i'll be off now, call me or my team if you need anything." she bids goodbye and left the group of superheroes.

steve slowly opens the door and there you were in bed, staring up at the ceiling. "hey, y/n/n," he greets sheepishly, feeling as though he had interrupted your alone time of blankly staring at the ceiling. the team trailed in behind him and soon your bed was surrounded by the avengers.

"hi, cupcake."

you looked away from the ceiling and turned your head towards tony. "oh, hey tones." you smile as sam helps you sit up while the rest sat on chairs all around you. "how you feeling, bub?" nat asks, eyes flickering down to the bold scarring of letters on your forearm.

"as okay as i can be." you answered truthfully, pressing your inner forearm closer to your body so the team doesn't see the letters carved onto your skin. you already know what you are, you didn't need the rest thinking so too.

"you're not a freak, bubs."

you look up at wanda. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to read your mind. but they were awfully loud. you're not a freak, y/n. and you're not useless too. that bastard may have carved out that word onto your skin but the scar will fade. it's not permanent. you know why? because that's not what you are." she tells you, taking off her jacket to wrap it around you because you felt self conscious of the scars all over your arms where the team could see.

"yeah, doll. you're an amazing person and your powers help us so much. i mean, you saved millions just helping us get the weapon back from justin hammer. if you hadn't, well, who knows what could've been happening right now?" he places a gentle hand at the side of your head, stroking your hair.

"yeah and who heals us when we get really hurt during missions, huh? i mean, if you hadn't healed that stab wound i got during that mission in new mexico, i probably wouldn't even be here at this moment." clint tells you and you roll your eyes at him. "you're exaggerating."

"i am not!" he laughed and you playfully rolled your eyes once again.

"y/n/n, i'm really sorry for—"

"i don't wanna hear it, stevie."

"but–"

"no. it's not your fault. shit happens." you brush him off. "lang–"

"you say language to me, i'll blame this shit on you even when it's not your fault. try me, rogers." you glare at the blond super soldier. he raises his arms in surrender, leaning back on his chair as the team laughs.

the team continue to entertain you and you couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of you. these were the people who would drop anything for you and were willing to dropkick any asshole in the face for hurting you. justin hammer never had a chance against your family to begin with.

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Stay With Me (Pt. 08 of 09)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Daryl found you surrounded by the dead, stuck in the backseat of a car. You were wishing for death to take you away for quite a while now, but, as you slid back and forth into consciousness, there was only one thing keeping you alive. Him, the man with blue, worried eyes and kind voice. Your beaten up body was ready to give up, too wounded and broken to keep going. But this man, who went out of his way to save your life is the only thing in the world holding you up. And, because of him, you feel something you haven't felt in a very long time: hope. Wherever he's taking you, you want to get there, and not only to be buried. For what it feels like the very first time, you want to live. He takes you back to Alexandria, but even there, the nightmares and the terror from all the torture and pain you've been through keeps creeping closer, and Daryl, your hero, is the only one who can keep that all away.

Warnings: Mentions and description (not graphic) of past abuse; post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD); some violence at the end of the story (a little bit graphic, but not so much); blood.

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Nightmare

It's amazing to know you're excited about the party. Luke is two months old, and since you had a welcome party in-store, you turned it into a birthday party. It'll happen later tonight, by nightfall, and you're enjoying the last moments before you have to leave the bedroom and start organizing things.

After brushing your teeth and hair, you leave the bathroom, smiling to see Daryl still lied in bed. He seems peaceful, eyes closed, so handsome in the morning light. You've been wanting to tell him something, it's been a while... But you never get the right time. Or maybe you're just a little scared...

But looking at him now, it just fades away. You and Daryl have been in a solid relationship, and despite the short time, things have been amazing. Perfect. Carol is even talking about moving out, so you and Daryl can have your own space, but you don't want to push her to it. In the privacy of your bedroom, you're fine. And living with Carol is nice.

“Hey, D.” You say in a soft voice, going to the bed and climbing on top of him. Daryl grunts something, his eyes opening, hands coming to your hips and waist. “Are you awake?”

“I am now that a kitten came to lie down on me.” He mumbles as you move up until your face is at the same level as his. You place your legs around his hips, hands sustaining your weight on each side of his head.

“Sorry.” You mutter, moving to stand up. But Daryl's grip gets tighter, and you let yourself fall, collapsing against his chest, giggling. “Alright, alright. But listen up now...”

“What is it?” He brings a hand to your face, fingers caressing your chin.

“Uhm...” Blushing a little, you clear your throat. “I... I think... No, I do.”

Daryl raises an eyebrow, and you can tell he's trying to figure it out on his own. “Ya wanna break apart?” He bursts out suddenly. “ ‘Cause if that's what ya want, I–”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely.” You say in a sarcastic tone, rolling your eyes. “I'm literally on top of you, Daryl Dixon. How can you possibly think I want to end things?” Moving to sit up, straddling his hips, you cross your arms. “What do you have in this pretty head of yours? Only hunting skills?”

“Yer very funny.” In a sudden motion, Daryl pulls you down again, switching positions so he's on top of you instead. “What is it then?” He asks, his face way too close.

“Can I kiss you first?”

“Nah. Ya got me curious.”

“Alright...” Taking a deep breath, you gather up some courage to push the words out. “I want a baby.” Shrugging your shoulders, you giggle at Daryl's funny face. “What?”

“Don't ya have one already?”

“Yeah...” Mumbling, you wrap your arms around his neck. “Daryl?”

“Huh?”

“I want another baby.” Smirking, you place a kiss on his lips. He's fast to kiss you back, a hand cupping your cheek. “So. What do you think?” You ask when you pull away.

“How are ya plannin’ to get one?”

You're not sure if his intention was to make you blush, but you're blushing anyway. “Uhm... First I need to get married.”

“Get married? People don't care about these things anymore.” He answers quickly, and you wonder if you went too far. Maybe it's way too early, and these thoughts should be kept inside your heart for a while longer.

“I know but... That's exactly why I care.” Sighing, you avoid his eyes. “I'm sorry, we haven't talked about this and I don't even know if–”

“Hey, calm down.” With his thumb and index finger on your chin, he makes you look at him again. You always appreciates Daryl's touch, it doesn't matter how small it is. It took a while for him to get comfortable enough to do this so easily, and you never take it for granted. He's always gentle as if you're a porcelain doll. He's never rough, never violent, not with you. Loving Daryl happened fast and strong, and it's a feeling that only grows, every passing day. “Ya wanna talk about it we'll talk about it.”

“It's just that... I-I love you. With all my heart and... It does feel like we already have this family thing going on and...” Daryl has fallen into this father role, and he's absolutely amazing with Luke. He can make him fall asleep in minutes, and you love to watch as he rocks the baby to sleep. And those moments always get your mind racing. He's already being such a good father so maybe he'd like a baby of his own... And you'd like to give him that. “...It got me thinking.”

“I love ya too, babygirl. But marriage... It would bound you with me on a whole different level.” Daryl sits up, and you follow his movement, your arms still around his neck, keeping him close. “I wanna make sure ya have the choice ta’ walk away when ya want to.”

“I won't walk away, Dixon. I love you.” He needs to be reassured of that from time to time, but you don't mind. You want to spend the rest of your life making sure Daryl knows he's loved. That he's desired and wanted. “I want to be with you for the rest of my life and if that's what you want too... You know, I'm a girlish girl, I'd like to get married someday, and honestly, if not with you then I won't marry anyone else.” Shrugging your shoulders, you look down, a shiver rolling down your spine, feeling his fingers caressing your bare thigh.

“Ya sure ya want this? With me? Are ya sure about what yer talking about?”

“I am.” You mutter in a low voice, blushing. “I am.” Repeating in a low voice, you kiss him, slowly at first, but soon enough his taste overcomes everything, and you think he feels the same since he deepens the kiss. Pulling him down again, you smile when his hand touches a ticklish spot on your side.

“Hey, you two!” Carol calls, knocking on the door. “Wake up. There's a lot to do today.”

Daryl grunts in response, not pulling away from the kiss.

But Carol is right. It'll be a long day and both you and Daryl have stuff to get ready for the party.

The day passes by quickly since you're helping everyone a little. The only thing you can't do is lift heavy stuff. Daryl forbade it, with Denise backing him up, you have no idea for how long. The party will happen at Rick's house since the living room is the biggest, and you spend hours there decorating everything. You try not to think too much about all the people who will be here tonight. You know them, you befriended them, they won't hurt you.

When it's finally time to go, you're impressed by how you feel. Happy, not scared, and actually excited. You never thought stuff like this would ever happen again. It's silly, but it keeps people sane, said Deanna. The sun is making its way to the horizon when you're getting dressed. You chose to wear a dress Daryl brought you from one of his runs. It's a light shade of blue, with thin straps and a nice cleavage in the back, reaching a few inches below the mid of your thighs. You never wear anything that will show the scar on your leg, you don't like it. Nor what it represents. You're putting on your flats when Daryl comes out of the bathroom, hair still damp, but completely dressed. He's wearing what he usually wears, always dark colors, but you don't mind. You really like it.

“Are you ready?” You ask, turning on your heels to face him. Daryl doesn't answer, eyes locked on you, lingering for so long it makes you blush. “D? Cat got your tongue?”

“Nah, it just...” He looks down at his feet before making his way over you. “Ya look beautiful, that's all.”

“Thanks.” Smiling shyly, you tiptoe to kiss him. “But I'll need a coat for when the night falls... Mind if I get one of yours?”

“Won't ya ever stop stealin’ my clothes?” Daryl fakes an annoyed tone, but it takes two seconds for his lips to break into a smile.

“Well, you stole my heart, Dixon. I'm just looking for revenge.” Winking at him, you search on the wardrobe for one of his jackets. “Now let's get going. Maggie and I baked this brownies and I'm dying for one.” Grabbing the jacket, you take his hand and leave the bedroom.

Carol is already there, so you just have to take little Luke and head out. He wants Daryl this time, so he's the one carrying him to Rick's place. As you walk there, the wind messes with your hair, and you try to keep it from your face.

“Who are the new residents, by the way?” You just remembered them. If the day wasn't so hectic, you'd ask Daryl to introduce you to them, just so you could know their faces before having to meet them at the party.

“Two men. Aaron found them starving to death a hundred miles Northwest. They're alright I guess. Since Deanna allowed them to stay.” Daryl reassures you, his free hand taking yours. “Ya ok?”

“Yeah... I'm excited, actually.” As you climb the few steps to the porch, Luke giggles, you're not sure why. “Right, little one?” Stopping by the front door, you step closer to the baby in Daryl's arm. “Are you excited too? For your party? Two months old already, you're growing up so fast.” You're still baby-talking when the door is opened, a smiley Carl gesturing for you to get in.

“C'mon, let's get ya those brownies,” Daryl says as you step inside.

It takes no time for people to come to talk to Luke, him becoming the center of attention. He throws himself on Maggie's arms, who happily welcomes him.

“(Y/N),” Rick says and you turn on your heels to talk to him. Daryl remains close, and you know why. But you feel fine, comfortable around these people. “Judith said a funny word this morning. I wonder where she learned it.” He has his hands on his hips, and you innocently shrug your shoulders.

“What word?”

“Damn it,” Daryl answers, not a hint of doubt in his voice. Rick nods, raising his eyebrow.

“Oh my gosh. Where could she have heard such a thing?” She learned it from you because that's what you exclaim almost a hundred times a day and that's not really a secret anymore. “I'm sure she said something like ‘dang it’ so I don't see how that's my fault. ‘Dang it’ it's not that bad is it?”

“Well, I think–”

“(Y/N). Daryl.” Deanna calls, and you give Rick a smirk, meaning you're happy to be saved from this conversation. Turning around, you focus on Deanna. “Come, you're the only ones who haven't met Michael and Daniel yet.”

“Ok.” You can't help but feel a little anxious to meet new people, so you grab Daryl's arm as you follow Deanna through the living room.

“Over here.” She gestures, a kind smile on her lips. “This is Daniel, and Michael, they were found–”

Her words fade when both men turn to look at you. Their faces are unmistakable, and you feel yourself sinking, skin burning, head spinning as it all comes back.

Their voices, touches, and threats. You're suddenly back there, in the darkness, starving, freezing, waiting, wishing for death to come before they did. You're in the basement where your screams used to echo. All of your wounds start hurting, pulsing, as if they were reopened, all over again.

You never got the names, but you'll never forget the faces. One of them, the you thought looked like Rick, has a smile on his lips. The same sick, wicked smile, the same he had every time he went to see you, never failing to draw some blood.

“Hi, (Y/N).” He says, in the same tone he used to. Low, dark, more animal than human.

What happens next is a blur. There's yelling, and Daryl suddenly isn't by your side anymore. He's a blur, moving towards both men, drawing punches. You're pulled back by someone, you don't know where, but you know it isn't Daryl. You know his touch by heart, and it's the only touch you want.

“Let go of me!” You yell, pushing whoever that was, sinking, falling backward until you hit a wall. You want to disappear again, to vanish from existence. With both hands covering your ears, you push yourself into the wall, hoping it'll absorb you, hide you.

“Take them. Now.”

“The trial happens tomorrow.”

“Lock those assholes up.”

“Enjoy your last night on Earth.”

The words have no meaning, they just keep echoing. The low chattering, the many footsteps... Why are you still here? Why can't you be strong for once and just run? Run where? If they're here... Where else could you go?

“Babygirl,” his low, calming voice is like a beacon, lighting up the darkness, bringing you back, pulling you into consciousness again. Into life.

Moving just a little, hands off your ears and muscles relaxing, you look at him, immediately running to his arms. “They're here. They're here, they... They found me.”

“Alright, calm down now.” He holds you tight, a hand rubbing your back. “Let's get ya outta here.”

Nodding, you offer no resistance when he picks you up. You keep your eyes closed, face hidden on the crook of his neck as you float away. It feels like the first time, when he was carrying you from the infirmary into what's now your house.

You flinch a little when you're pulled down, suddenly recognizing your bed and curling up, pulling the blankets over your head.

“How is she?”

“I don't know.” Daryl sounds angry, furious. “I'll kill them right now.”

“No, Daryl. The trial will be tomorrow. You know they'll die for what they did”

“I don't care!”

“You need to stay with her now.”

You know it's Carol, but still, you want her to go. You need everyone to go away now, you just need Daryl. You need to... Go away. Alexandria isn't safe anymore. You rather face the dead.

Silently, moved by fear, you get up, taking the dress off, and struggling with the first pair of jeans you find.

“(Y/N),” Daryl calls, but you ignore him, sight blurred by the tears as you put a shirt on. “Hey, (Y/N).” You don't know what to take... You just need to leave. These walls won't keep you safe anymore. If you stay... You know they'll find you again.

“I'm leaving.” You mumble, looking around and finding the white sneakers you left by the edge of the bed and putting them on.

“What–”

“I'm leaving! I can't stay here. If I stay here it'll happen all over again.” You're yelling, sitting on the bed, sobbing. “They're here, they'll take me again, they-they–”

“Shh, yer ok.” Daryl pulls you up, into his arms, and you melt. The sobs are muffled by this jacket, and your tears are certainly soaking the fabric. “Look at me, babygirl. Look at me.” Slowly, you raise your head, his blue eyes acting immediately, like a medicine made only for you. “There's a place I can take ya for the night. But ya need to be here tomorrow. To officialize their crime so I can kill those–”

“Take me away, please.” You beg, holding onto him as if he's the only thing keeping you sane. Alive. Because he is. “Please, if I stay here I'll–”

“Alright, alright.” He nods, a hand caressing your cheek. “Let's go then. C'mon.”

Everything happens in the background, you feel. Carol stays by your side in the porch, guiding you to the car Daryl took to drive you away. You barely feel your body now, out on the street, feeling their eyes on you... Their eyes, evil and disgusting, as they lust over you. You know they're not here, but still, you feel them. Wanting you to cave in, to agree to fulfill their needs in the most vile, degrading ways. You're hyperventilating when the gate opens, the woods before you suddenly looking far safer than these walls.

When Daryl crosses the gate, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, lungs burning. The sun is coming down, so there are a some shadows creeping in... But it's better out here. The wall will keep them inside, you hope.

“Babygirl,” Daryl says, getting your attention. “We're almost there, alright?”

“Ok.” You mumble, and Daryl puts a hand on your knee.

“Nothin’ will hurt ya. Never again. M’ gonna keep that promise.”

Holding his hand, your eyes meet his when he gives you a glance.

Around ten minutes later, Daryl stops the car. You haven't noticed before, but he parked in front of a small, wooden house. It looks like it was some kind of cabin in the woods since there are no other constructions around it. “C'mon.” He says when he opens the passenger door for you. Your legs feel a little weak, but you manage to stand up, immediately looking around. “There's nobody here, I promise ya.”

Nodding, you let him guide you inside, a flashlight on his hand. Daryl unlocks the door, and you wonder why he has the key to this thing. When you step in, the light coming from in between the planks on the windows helps you see the interior. There is a cough and a coffee table, you recognize it despite the dark plastic covering both things. Walking further in, you peak at the kitchen. Everything is clean and has a plastic placed over them. It kinda looks live someone used to live here not too long ago.

“I found this place a while ago.” Daryl starts, placing his backpack on the floor. “Was fixin’ it, cleanin’... So I could bring ya here every once in a while.” He gestures at the whole place in general, and you take another look around. He did say he'd try to find a place he could take you outside Alexandria, but you never thought it would be this good. “Still has a lot to do. Gonna put electricity, runnin’ water will be more complicated but I'll do it.”

“You're doing all that for me?” You whisper, hoping the dim light will hide your blushing cheeks.

“Yeah... Wanted to bring ya here under different circumstances but...” He takes the bag again, gesturing at the hall. “First door to the right it's our bedroom.”

Following his direction, you open the door to a small bedroom with a double bed, also covered with black plastic. The windows have wooden planks on it too, but there's enough space in between them so let some light come in.

“Here, lemme’–” Daryl drops the bag, walking over the bed and removing the plastic. Underneath, the light green sheets seem comfortable and you get it now why everything is covered up. To keep it clean. “Ya can lie down it ya want to. Brought some blankets.” As you move to the bed, Daryl searches in the bag, picking up two blankets and fixing them on the bed. “Ya hungry? Or thirsty? I brought–”

“I just need you, Daryl.” You whisper, drying off some tears that are still rolling down. “Can you come here?”

“Of course, babygirl.” Quickly, he leaves the bag behind and joins you in bed. Daryl pulls you close, you head on his chest as his arms hold you tightly, keeping you safe.

“I hope this is just a nightmare... That I'll wake up tomorrow and it'll all be gone.” Mumbling, you push yourself even closer to him, if that's even possible.

“I'll kill them myself, I swear.” There's a fire in his voice, hate. You've never heard him talking like that, his chest vibrating powerfully. “I'll wipe them off the face of Earth.”

Involuntary, your hand finds its way to your leg, to the scar. The pain is a vivid memory today, and for a moment you feel like you should lie down, as motionless as you can so it won't hurt. So the stitches won't rip again.

How is it possible that all the horrible memories came back all at once? On one second? “I-if I didn't have you, I... I'd die today, I know I would.”

“Nah, ya wouldn't.” Moving, he brings his index finger to your chin, making you look at him. “Yer stronger than ya give yourself credit for. Ya don't see it, but I do.” Then, he places a soft, sweet kiss on your lips, which is sadly, too brief. “But I will protect ya. Always, until my days are over.”

“Daryl, I–”

“I wanna marry ya.” He bursts out, his low voice burning through your head as you wonder if you heard him right. “When this is over and those monsters are dead... I wanna marry ya.”

Despite the terror, creeping through your skin, the darkness threatening to swallow you again, you smile. Everything fades away, and a different kind of happiness washes over you. A type of bliss you didn't even know existed. Unable to control yourself, you climb over him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I love you,” you mutter, not giving him the chance to answer, connecting your lips on his in a loving, passionate kiss.

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Three-

Seven's eyes fluttered open slowly as she arose from her slumber.

She was confused at her surroundings, but a look of realization crossed her face when everything came back to her. She looked around the room and saw that the sun was now starting to rise.

She knew she had to get out of here and start looking for Eleven, so she slowly got up in pain, and tried to stand. She ended up tripping and falling on the man who saved her life.

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Billy was not expecting to wake up like this. He had opted for sleeping on his floor that night to make the mysterious girl comfortable, but here she was sprawled out on top of him.

He smirk devilishly as he looked at her face.

Seven felt her face heat up in embarrassment, as she looked at the boy's piercing blue green eyes. He had the audacity to smirk at her and she felt her blush travel all the way down to her neck.

"Good morning to you too princess."

Her face hardened when she realized that this should not be happening. She immediately started to get up and Billy's smirk broadened as he realized he had made her flustered.

His brows furrowed when he saw that she was putting on the shoes he had taken off of her last night.

"Did you change my clothes?"

Seven realized that he had. When looked down she now wore a large white shirt with a pair of boxer briefs. They were his obviously as they were all at like at least four times bigger than her size.

"Yeah, the stuff you were wearing was soaked in blood." He responded as he started to stand.

She felt her blood run cold. She didn't know this guy and he could've done anything to her and she wouldn't know.

Billy saw the way her body tensed.

"I didn't do anything if that's what you're thinking."

She scanned his face and realized he was telling the truth.

"I'm sorry." She stated now feeling slight guilt. "And thank you for your help, I appreciate it."

Billy didn't know what to say, he'd never been the type of person to help others and do what was right and he couldn't understand why he was doing it now.

"You can take a shower in my bathroom and I'll get you some fresh clothes."

"You've done enough to help me and I've put it you enough danger already. I'll be leaving, but thank you."

Billy was heavily confused. He wanted to know what danger she talked about.

He watched as she gathered her things and made way for his window.

"At least give me your name." He stopped her by grabbing her arm.

Seven gasped when she saw flashes of his memories.

She saw a man that looked like an older version of Billy punch him to the ground. With a gasp she pulled her hand from him and looked at him with wide eyes.

'Why did people hurt the ones they're supposed to protect?' She thought.

"I don't know." She responded to his question.

"You don't have to be scared, I'm not going to hurt you." He said earnestly.

"I'm not afraid of you, I just don't know the answer to your question." She showed him her wrist now and continued to speak. "All that i know is that this is the only name I've been referred to, and that my sister is in this town with our father, and that I need to find her before he hurts her again."

The words spilled out of her mouth without thinking and Billy looked at her sympathetically.

"Who shot you?"

"Bad men, and they'll do the same to you if I don't leave."

She turned around quickly and opened the window. Before she jumped she turned to the boy.

"Thank you, Billy, and it'll get better."

Billy watched as she jumped, and he sprinted to the window with a confused expression as he looked out the window and the girl named seven was no longer there.

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Seven was in the woods again. She was drained now, because she used her powers with no food or water in her system and a wound that needed to heal.

She let out a weak and shaky breath and looked down at the gear she possessed. She had two handguns, a hunting knife, and two ring daggers that were attached to a thigh holster. She knew she couldn't carry those around carelessly without being spotted, with weak legs she got up and scanned her surroundings.

'No one should come out here.' She thought to herself.

She then took off the boxers Billy gave her, they were black and large enough for her to put a gun and the daggers in. She wrapped the weapons and rested them by her bare feet, she grabbed the black leather pants that she owned and put them on tucking the large white shirt inside loosely.

She grabbed her boots and put them on with a fee grunts of pain coming from her mouth due to the wound she possessed. After her boots were laced up she slid the large hunting knife on the side securing properly. Next was the gun she was keeping on her, she placed it in the back of her waistband.

There were a few problems though, she was hungry, tired, cold, and had no idea were anything in this town was.

'Maybe, I should've stayed with Billy.' She thought to herself, but she quickly disregarded that notion when she realized she would only bring trouble for the boy.

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Billy only knew how to express himself with anger and lust. Mostly anger.

That's why he was even more agressive today and that's why he kept taunting the Almighty king of Hawkins high school.

He tried to blame his anger on the fight got into with his asshole of a father this morning. He knew that was only a small portion of it, the real reason he was taking his anger out on this kid is because he couldn't stop thinking about Seven.

He was curious about her and he couldn't deny that she was beautiful, but he also wondered if she was okay, and if the 'bad men' got her.

It was now the end of the school day and Billy was currently sitting in his car waiting for his little sister.

He wouldn't admit it to anyone but he actually cared for the little shit, but he didn't know how to express without coming off as a sociopath.

He glanced at his watch and let out a sigh filled with annoyance. He stepped out of the car and sat on the hood, he the pulled out a cigarette and put it between his lips.

He lit the tiny stick of death and took a long drag from it. When he glanced at the entrance of the middle schools he saw Max arguing with a boy who was around her age.

His face turned hard at the way they were going back and forth. He was a very protective person and he wanted nothing more than to release his anger on the kid, but his thoughts were cut short when he spotted a head of blonde hair.

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Seven had food a story called seven eleven and she was no trying to figure out how she was going to get food.

The only thing that was good about her being with the Russians was that she got to she different places and learn basic things, like knowing she needed money in order to buy things, even though she never really did unless she was on a mission.

As she scanned the store she saw that it was basically empty, with only three cars in its parking lot. She knew she would have to steal and she had to do it in a way that she wouldn't get caught, and her powered was something she couldn't use.

With a heavy sigh she grabbed her mask that concealed her entire face and put it in. She then tucked her long blonde hair in her turtle neck and took the clip out of her gun, and putting in her back pocket.

She didn't need to kill anyone, she just needed to scare them a bit.

Before she knew it she was in the store with her gun in hand. No one had spotted her yet surprisingly as she was in the back of the store behind a rack of food. She placed her gun in her waistband and started stuffing random packages in her shirt.

While she was doing so she heard the door of the store open and she heard the cries of a young child.

"Papa!!!"

It was as if she wasn't there anymore, she was now a room that looked like it was designed for torture, and it was.

It was cold and hot at the same time for seven.

As she tries to lift her arms to wrap them around her body it was as if they were super glued down.

She called for her papa but he didn't show up, instead it was a man in a green uniform with the a red patch attached to the arm part.

All of a sudden she was panicking, as she she remembered who the man was. She thrasher around as he came closer to the machine to her right.

He turned the machine on and grabbed to large needle that was filled with a neon sky blue liquid. She knew what it was, they gave it to her every month to erase her memories. The moment the needle pricked her skin she broke out of her trance.

She gasped when she saw the child she heard from earlier looking at her with wide and curious eyes. Seven scanned the shop and saw that no one else had notice her, she then placed a finger on her mask covered lips as an action for the girl to be quiet, and the little girl nodded slowly.

Seven snuck out the back door of the shop and ran back to the woods as quickly as she could.

She was now leaning against a tree breathing heavily with a pain in her abdomen.

She took off her masks and slid her body down the tree and thought,

'I should've stayed with Billy.'

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