Deals [For Rumplestiltskin]

[worthallthis]

It took the Soldier two weeks to find his rescuer. The only reason it took two weeks instead of four days was HYDRA agents kept getting in the way, and then he kept having to detour to clean out whole bases of them, because he certainly wasn't going to just leave them there, to come after him again. It feels good, leaving behind nothing but fire and death, but it doesn't feel right.

So finally, somewhere in Eastern Europe, he walks into the little shop of curios and crap where the shaggy-haired little man, the one he remembers from his first moments after the Chair, is standing behind the counter.

He's got a hat-- he fucking hates hats, but he's got one-- and two layers of shirt over one of the Soldier-specific kevlar vests. Plus a jacket. The boots are the same, because finding decent combat boots with protective toes and completely waterproof soles is hard, and these are comfortably broken in. His hair is still loose, because he hasn't had the thought to tie it up. But he hasn't shaved, so there's some beard, and he's been steadily losing weight since the escape, but he thinks the man will still recognize him.

He hopes the man will still recognize him. The Soldier is not that great at explanations. He's not that great at anything except hunting and shooting.

Resurgence [Voicetesting]

[nowamemory]

The dog is alive again. That's what Misty wanted, after all, to bring back the one wrongful death in the wake of all that powerful magic. He's sitting at her feet and barking.

But the magic of rebirth is still pulling at her, and in her little corner of Westview, it's coalescing into... something unexpected. The shape of a man, only with circuitry for veins and vibranium for bones, piecing itself together one tiny hexagonal piece at a time. She can try to pull back her power, but it'll fight her until its finished bringing back whatever it's latched onto.

The Vision blinks a time or two, confused. The last thing he remembers....

"Wanda?" he asks, but that's not Wanda. He immediately begins running a data match in a subprocess, trying to find a face in his database of Westview natives and SWORD invaders that fits this one. It's not a very big database, so it pings empty after less than a second, while he stares at the blonde woman with Sparky.

Sparky, who was dead. He buried the dog, himself.

What in the world?