(★) ─ This was too dangerous: having a civilian out in the open… wanting to fight. “Sir,” The Super Soldier tried again, eyes scanning the surroundings to ensure they were still clear. “I really must insist, it isn’t safe–” Steve pulled up his shield, blocking a blast aimed at the two of them. He couldn’t say this was the first time an innocent had tried standing up with them, it was rare but a downside to the Avengers Initiative. Clint had to escort a kid off a roof because he thought he could help with his little BB gun.
Grinding his teeth, Steve took the man by the arm. “I’ll say this one more time.” The blond couldn’t keep the growl out of his tone. “You need to leave, so I can do my job.” He already had so much blood on his hands: years, decades, centuries of lives lost… Sometimes when he closed his eyes he felt like he was swimming in a sea of blood. He refused to let one more innocent be on his conscious.
He should have considered it lucky that the blast didn’t hit him, but if he wasn’t distracted, it wouldn’t have even gotten that close in the first place. True, he was still a ‘civilian’ in most military terms, but at the same time, Ky’lar wasn’t about to change that anytime soon.
Staying below the radar was easier that way, not getting too involved, and staying as far away from S.H.I.E.L.D. as entirely possible. It gave him a sense of false security that meant he wouldn’t be questioned or even hunted. Though, he had a clear feeling that he was going to be known after this…at least if his assumptions were correct.
His focus, however, was shifted from his personal thoughts on the situation back to reality at the moment Steve grabbed his arm. Granted, it was something that needed to be done as he shouldn’t have even been there to begin with, but at the same time, Ky didn’t exactly see it that way.
“Don’t touch me,” the words, for all that they were worth, were done out of an instinct reaction, “ And go save someone else!”
of course it didn’t look like a scratch, but it wasn’t like ky was actually going to admit he was hurt. not when all it would do would cause more problems: he didn’t need anyone fussing over him. he wasn’t a child and he didn’t need anyone treating him like one. he could take care of himself.
it was why he attempted to bite back the rude remark, but in the end, he didn’t feel it was worth it, “Doesn’t matter anyways.” He said bluntly, “Why do you even care?” He may have been bleeding out, but he still couldn’t grasp why anyone – in their right mind – would actually take the time out of their day to worry about him.
he shouldn’t have even been there; getting caught was never something he enjoyed, but at the same time, it had it’s own set of perks. to get caught meant that someone ( or something ) was ( more than likely ) tracking down the same leads. then again, it was also more likely that they were here to stop things from getting too far. either way, it wasn’t something he enjoyed…. especially when all he was trying to do was get answers.
“—- and if i don’t?”
The one time he tried to be decent, the one time he tried to be better then his own nature, and he was asked to leave. it was a simple request, one that he would have honestly done if this was any other time, but he was attempting to do something good for once.
Something, that would have at least give some repentance for all the death he had already caused. As for how long this mood would last was another question, but for now, he was hoping that one decent act would suffice for the moment.
Of course, reality didn’t work like that, “Good luck with that.” He said, not even bothering to give the Captain more than a quick glance over, “I’m right where I need to be.”
Hellfirebound 