the little place in detroit wasn’t much, not by any means. the water ran cold, only half the outlets actually worked, the neighbors were loud beyond belief, and apparently it was easy to break into. a single strand of hair was curled ever so slightly on the ground just outside the door; a poor man’s ( or woman’s ) security system. while it wasn’t in a particularly bad part of the city, though not too great either, valerie doubted anyone would have actually broken in to try and rob her, not when there was a much more expensive apartment complex within a walking distance of five minutes. oddly enough she quietly, and briefly, wished that she had been robbed... the alternatives weren’t particularly scenarios she wanted to play out. there was an unsung beauty in it, of having the choice. the scales tipped, weights comprised of pro’s and con’s placed upon each side. it would have been easy to turn around, to disappear towards a horizon without so much as a second glance———like dissipating smoke, gone throughout the wind. on the other hand... the curiosity of it was troubling. the question of WHO would always be there, the paranoia alone would surely drive her crazy.
her shirt lifted, a handgun pulled discretely from the waistband. valerie was half expecting to find all of her things ( albeit, not much ) scattered and strewn about the space, but it wasn’t. everything was still in place, just as she’d left it. involvement on hydra’s behalf was ruled out; they’d have left a mess behind, along with a swarm of men... more than just the one person, whose silhouette was finally in view. on the off chance that her presence wasn’t completely known valerie tossed her key on the table, the gun still in hand and ready to fire. ❛ care to tell me who you are——and why you’re in my home? ❜
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