DAYWALKER | n.romanoff ✔

SEVEN

CHAPTER SEVEN
' CONTROL OF
    THEIR EYES. '

She braced herself, the voices registering danger in the explosions of uncontrolled information shooting through her head. Nothing came, and her eyes fluttered, the world going silent and becoming replaced with a whistle pitched ringing. She managed to pick out two figures in a blurry mess along with the reflection of sunlight on a blade. Letting out another groan, her hands moved to either side of her head to push herself up. She fell back against the lorry, her helmet creating another clang at the harsh contact. Her eyes drooped once more, her head lolling slightly to the side.

Romanoff?

'Blade!' A figure dropped before her, their hands coming to either side of her head as they pulled it to face them. The helmeted woman registered the red hair, her limbs feeling heavy as her head continued to move limply with the motion. 'Hey!' Romanoff let out a huff, her fingers wrapping around either side of her helmet and pulling it from her head.

The Blade clumsily lifted her hands, trying to fight the removal, but her judgement of distance was askew, and she lazily pawed at Romanoff's face. 'No-' Her voice was quiet and lacked the drawl.

'Hey, look at me,' Romanoff commanded, shaking her head slightly.

The Blade's eyes flickered elsewhere, bouncing about before eventually locking with Romanoff's. They were dazed, and she could see the fight to remain focused on her.

'You just hit your head,' she mumbled out, pushing some of her dark hair from her face.

'I need-'

'You did good, milaya, alright? Just take a breather.' She suddenly let out a choked cry as her body jolted. The Blade reacted as quickly as she could, bracing her as she went to fall forwards. She sat up, supporting Romanoff as she grabbed her shoulder. The Blade's eyes snapped up, landing on the Winter Soldier with his gun raised before Rogers batted it away.

'Hey, princess,' she slurred out slightly, gently leaning her against the lorry as she shifted, pulling her red-soaked hand away from her shoulder.

Blood!

Blood for the Blood God!

'Who the hell is Bucky?' She looked over her shoulder, furrowing her eyes as Sam kicked the Winter Soldier away from Rogers, who stood there with a parted mouth. The Blade glanced at Romanoff before looking to her side and grasping a grenade launcher.

'Why the fuck is this here?' she mumbled to herself, pulling it to rest on her shoulder before aiming it at the Winter Soldier. It exploded at his feet and launched him back, his figure disappearing in a billow of smoke. She shifted, staring down the barrel of a gun as she went to move back, pulling herself into a defensive stance.

'Show me your hands,' one of the soldiers commanded.

Blood!

Bad!

Hail Hydra!

The Blade swallowed, her eyes falling on her helmet by Romanoff's side before she clenched her jaw and dropped back on her heels. She let the grenade launcher tumble to the ground as she let her head fall, soldiers swarming her and cuffing her hands. They hauled her to her feet, her hair falling over her face. They began to guide her towards a van alongside Rogers, Sam and Romanoff behind. She was thrown in first, pushed to the corner of the vehicle as she let her head bow, her hair obscuring her features. The others filed in after her, and two guards sat towards the end with Romanoff positioned next to her.

Blood!

Blood God!

The van revved into motion, beginning to move, and the Blade's leg bouncing in front of her. She remained silent as Rogers spoke up, 'It was him,' he declared. 'He looked right at me like he didn't even know me.'