Atlas has been part of HYDRA for as long as he can remember. He has been tortured, experimented and tested on. He is no stranger to pain, it's normal.
Until one day HYDRA decides to team him up with Winter Soldier for a mission. That was HYDRAs firs...
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Blurred lines and shapeless shadows passed by, not knowing what it all was, was angering me. Was there someone else or was I alone? How was I even moving? What the hell was going on? I wasn't flying, that's not how flying feels like. I was tangling, or was I simply moving in some kind of a current? Or had I been injected with something new and it was all an illusion once again? The twisted, demonic pictures that never left my scarred mind?
No.
I growled and pushed at something, whatever solid ground I could find I pushed with all of my strength to get me off of this crazy flying current. The colours weren't as dull and I felt my outgrown hair in my eyes as I collided with something strong and fell down with a loud thud. I could feel the minor cuts appear on my elbows as the rough tree bark left its mark on my pale skin.
Pietro huffed couple of meters away from me, trying to rub his sore back I had punched mere seconds ago. He shook his head, his silver hair a mess and his blue eyes confused, they landed on me. With a blink of an eye the speedster was crouching next to me as I heaved under the tree. Trying to get my breathing back and analyze the situation.
Pietro had kidnapped me, thrown me over his shoulder, sped heaven knows where. I had punched his back, which made me somehow fly into a tree.
What even is my life became to.
"You alrigh-- omph." I could feel the man's nose under my knuckles as I punched him, catching him off guard I kicked him back with my legs, ignoring the small ache.
I pushed myself up and stood in fighting stance as the man clasped his hands over his bleeding nose, whining pitifully. “what was that for!” the blue eyed man hissed, his eyes wide as I went for another punch.
Of course I was met with nothing but thin air, I turned on my heels, feeling his presence behind me. He tucked easily, and he was gone, again, again and again. It was impossible to hit the man. He was simply toying with me.
I used my senses, feeling Pietros presence as I relied on the whispers of wind and earth. It was of no use as he was like a ghost, one second there and the other gone. Like somebody else I once thought I knew.
Thinking about the traitor fueled my anger like a shot of adrenaline, I threw another punch at him.
I was thrown off balance and onto my stomach as Pietro twisted my arms behind me, his knee pushing in my back to keep me locked. He wasn't even breathing heavily.
“Listen to me! Calm down alright? And stop throwing punches at me! Seriously, calm down.” his rich accent was stronger than usually, I could vaguely sense panic in his voice as he held me down, his knee still digging into my back.
Even thought still tense, I placed my head down on the ground showing him my defeat. I grit my teeth and stumbled up the second his larger hands disappeared from my wrists and his knee from my back.
