the weight of his body pinned her down against padded mat. a tight sensation unfurled within chest, feeling herself drowning beneath raw anxiety as breaths rushed out faster. before senses even had the chance to process what was happening, mind had already dragged her back to that dreadful day where she was nothing but a young, naive, weak minded little girl with no willful capacity to FIGHT BACK. the gaze staring down at her wasn’t his anymore, but the haunting eyes of her abuser. in that moment, it was as if she’d been granted a second chance. one maria would so ferociously accept. in one swift motion, hips are bridged — creating a leverage point powerful enough to throw her opponent off balance, rolling him over to where she now had the upper hand. there’s a viscous glare bleeding through cognac orbs. the liberation emanating through her was both fervent and menacing, practically seething out the mouth like a rabid dog. now you wanna kill me again. @snapse’s voice pulls her out of a trance, disorder washing over features as they soften a bit. he was referring to their first encounter — where the orders given were to detain the soldier, not eliminate entirely. maria picks herself up, walking towards resting station. “bucky, if i wanted to kill you.. you’d already be dead.” loosening bottle cap before guzzling down water.
