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Help Me and Live || Benji and Skye || HYDRA Verse
It was relatively easy to kidnap the man. He hadn't been armed and Skye had done it all in the cover of night. The poor guy hadn't even woken up after she had drugged him.
The hardest part of the whole operation had been moving his equipment.
The man stirs in his sleep, and Skye sits up and makes sure that most of the weapons she is carrying is easily seen.
Kill me (because pain)
Kill Me: I’ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.
It was an accident.
It was all just a terrible accident.
"Please, please, please" Skye's hands are pressed over the large wound in Benji's side, and she's crying. "Oh god no..."
"It's alri-"
"Don't you dare tell me its alright! I did this to you!" Skye's loosing it, her hands are shaking and she's falling apart. She can't do this, there is no way help will come in time. "I'm a monster."
"No..." Benji coughs and blood splatters her face. There's blood everywhere. "Skye." Benji smiles weakly, and Skye want's to scream, but all she can do is watch as the light slowly fades from her friend's eyes.
The hour was late for most people, but for Arthur the night was just beginning. He couldn't sleep, as usual, and with a new and unexplored city at his fingertips, he took his insomnia as an opportunity to do some adventuring.
Dressed to impress in a navy blue three piece suit, complete with suspenders, a striped tie, and brown leather shoes to match, the point man made his way through the maze of unfamiliar streets. That was when he stumbled upon it.
The bar wouldn't have been Arthur's first pick, but the quaint and friendly exterior drew him in before he could turn away. Pushing through the front door, his russet hues scanned over the relatively calm patrons and classically decorated inside while he made his way to the bar.
Taking up seat on one of the stools, he inhaled deeply through his nose, awaiting the intention of the bar tender.
