⌜ 速度 ⌟ •° transcendent | p.maximoff

•fifteen•

"Even if you escape ARAE, SHIELD is after you."

I was trying so hard to block that thought until after I escaped but 'they' just had to bring it up.

"You could bypass into level 17 to 19 which is where the tech group is and hack into the system, turning off the security and cctv cameras."

That is a great idea actually.

"Level 1 to 4 are filled with rooms for experienced agents in combat while 5 to 10 are specialised rooms for training, 11 to 14 have conference rooms. 15 to 16 is for specialised fashion, 19 to 23 are for specialised weapons and gadgets, finally bringing us to level 24 to 25 for the most special agents and mutants ARAE holds sacredly. If you keep Felix's fight in the experiment and cell rooms which range from -1 to -5 that are underground you'd have no problem working your way up compared to if your fight was all the way up in his office."

That is the perfect idea. "Here's your stuff." I shook awake to the voice of Afflon who sat down on the chair opposite placing my order in front of me when he sat himself down with a large cappuccino.

My face looking at the door when Afflon had to deist his eyes upon we're the plain walls behind me. "Appreciate it." I thanked Afflon.

"Oh no its all fine, so how've you been lately?"

I munched on the salad never before reply to his questions, he took a sip out of the cappuccino himself speaking again. "I hope you've been good." He stressed.

"Yea, pretty alright." I took a break from stuffing my face with the strawberries to answer the longing man.

"I hope I can make your days better than alright soon." He muttered.

I paused looking up at him for a split second, oh Afflon if only you knew, completing my salad I pressed my lips against the straw of the cold frappe consuming the sweet liquid.

"You know my hidden blade, yea." This was the time for some answers, I slowly took a bite out of the chicken sandwich.

"Yes, what about it? Does it need refining flower?" He worriedly asked.

"Nah nah, I just wanted to know it's history." I finished while my mouth was empty.

"Okay well, the hidden blade was mostly used in the medical ages although they were not as advanced as yours." He paused to take a sip of his coffee, telling me things I already knew. "Your hidden blade was inspired by that terms and originally made in Italy-"

Italy, the guy I saw at the motel where Bucky was staying was Italian too. Why did Afflon refuse to tell me about my blade sooner on? I need to get to the bottom of everything, was there a reason for these secrets he kept?

"What era was mine made in?" Almost finishing my sandwich, the answers were so pleasing to my ears.

"Somewhere around 1840' and yes it did last so long." Afflon expected me to have a baffled face but the news wasn't so surprising to me. "It was very expensive to buy given the age, when I got it back to ARAE I had it refined and put into various sensors giving you what you had today."

"Oh cool." Was all I remarked finally finishing the sandwich.

My ears caught ahold of the sound that was emitted from the door, my head shifted up to see the new customer.

I froze seeing the person, my eyes never moved fixing onto his bulky body I could feel my legs staring to shake as I left the frappe, my whole attention wanting concentrate on the fully clothed man, a metallic smoke emitting from him.

"Someone you know?" Afflon asked watching my quick reaction to the new customer, I noticed his temptations to look back.

'Look over, look at me, please just turn.' My head chanted over and over never leaving his sight.

I picked up on the sudden slow turning of his head, finally meeting with the grey eyed man, I didn't know what I could do to ask him to leave before Afflon took a pretty peek at him.

I looked back to Afflon simply smiling and meeting with the tall guy again. 'Get out Bucky, leave please just go before you get caught.' I recited over and over in my brain, wishing he'd get the message.

Suddenly I looked over to Afflon, his body turning in his seat curiosity flooding his senses, wanting to look at the person I was staring at for the past minute hardly ever breaking contact. All I hoped was for Bucky to get the hell out of here.