Alright.

I was starting to regret that decision.

We had been walking the whole day, the sun glaring down at us as if I had killed her lover.

I had simply refused to that piggy back ride Pietro had offered, it was humiliating and unnecessary, I could walk. I wasn't weak to be carried around like a worthless experiment.

Even thought my bare feet were aching and I could see small blisters and cuts that were made by twigs and small sharp rocks, I simply ignored it. I wasn't weak. If I was capable of injecting pain, I had to be capable of bearing it as well.

And besides, we both stunk. He didn't seem to notice it or else he would've commented on it already, because if there was one thing Pietro did, it was comment on anything and everything. And his curiosity was also bothering me, if he wanted to know something, he simply went to investigate.

For example, in the early morning there was this shuffling in the treetops above us. I could smell a small animal nervously eyeing us, but Pietro obviously hadn't. So, he had made it his mission to catch whatever it was. And he did, he had ran up the tree and snatched the animal from its spot, bringing it down to show me.

The small animal had fur the colour of rising sun and eyes dark as pine tree bark. It had wiggled in his arms to get out and run,  its instincts had been warning him. I had slowly touched the animals mind, forcing him to calm down and accept the situation. Instead of mad dashing, the small thing had curiously stared up at us.

“Look, its just a small squirrel, what a cute little белка”

Squirrel, that had been my first encounter with an animal called squirrel. They didn't look threatening like I had expected things to be in the outside world. Instead, these squirrels looked small, fluffy and very skittish. I could see no way they could bring harm upon anyone.

“You know whats weird, I don't even know your name.” Pietro said, kicking some small rocks aside.

My name is Project BEAST. Experiment, Subject or an Asset. Thats how I've been called at least. I wonder how Pietro got his name.

“You don't have a name, do you.” he sighed, flicking a small bug out from his silver hair that oddly matched his white clothes. “In that case, I'm gonna name you!” name me? Have a name like everyone else, that'd be... That'd be cool.

“So, little dude. How about Pietro Jr? No? Don't give me that look, I was just kidding, or was I?” I take my words back, he was really bad at that. I glared at him and sped up. Of course there was no use because he wasn't called speedster for nothing. He chuckled as he kept his space.

“alright alright. How about Pieter? Uh, Pierre? Piotr? Phil? Pedro? No? No names starting with P? Okay, stop glaring. Or maybe that's your resting bitch face. How about names starting with W huh? Wade? Wayne? Walbert? Willy? Waynard? Or Wilmort?” I stared at him, wide eyed. The look on my face made him burst into laughter, I turned around as he stumbled to catch up, holding his stomach as he laughed at me.

Wilmort. There's no way he's going to call me Wilmort. That stupid, white haired runaway. Wait, does it make me a traitor to Hydra? No, no it doesn't. I'm just a fellow agent helping out another agent. Even thought I don't have an agent status yet.

“alright I'm sorry, hey seriously, I'm sorry, I won't call you Wilmort, Wilmort.” he wasn't sincere, but that was okay. It was Pietro after all.

“considering you've been there heaven knows how long, you are awfully picky.” he sighed. “Bob? Bobby? Joey? Erm, Fabalaska? Harry? Ivar? Pinetree-- alright, I'm sorry!” he burst into another fit of laughter as I angrily stomped away from him.

Something told me he was doing it on purpose, riling me up.

Instead of listening to his talking, I paid attention to our surroundings. We had been walking over the hills and dense forest, my favourite part of nature was the long, soft and sweet smelling grass. I found the sensation of combing my fingers over the long grass very interestingly satisfying. All that greenery was amazing, truly. It was so much more colourful then any of the cells I've ever been in.

I only wish Hydra would have built my cell outside, that would have been kind. But to agendas, kindness and comfort doesn't matter. And it shouldn't matter to me either, with these thoughts I snatched my hand away from the long grass, I hissed in surprise as I saw a small cut. A plant cut me.

“Maybe I should name you Oblivion. Obie for short. No? Okay, you can just shake your head or say it, no. N first and O second, let's try n-o. Hey, hey! Don't turn your back to me when I'm naming you, young man! Oh boy, that's so fun.”

That's so stupid.

I scrunched my nose, the awful overbearing sweaty smell dulling out other smells. Before I could take another step, I was once again pulled in the colourful hurricane that Pietro Maximoff saw every time he started running.

I ticked my jaw, angry at him for not respecting my wishes to have this so called piggy back ride. But I relaxed lightly, when has anyone ever done something I wished. Besides, it was just Pietro.

Instead of snaking my arms around his throat to cut off his air supply, I sighed and tried to enjoy the wind that came with the speed.

It took slightly longer then the first run, but before I could actually start enjoying it, I was dropped off his back, it was so suddenly and unexpected that I simply fell on the ground.

Stunned, I sat on the patch of green grass, staring ahead of us at the small village. Pietros laughter ringed around us as he took in my surprised expression. The sound snapped me out of my daze as I pushed myself up, hoping no one saw that.

I glared at him, to my utmost concern, he was starting to get immune to my glares. “okay, okay, sorry, if you didn't notice there was a jet behind us. It wasn't close and I hope it hadn't seen us yet, but it was still there. And because you're so slow we would've been caught if it wasn't for me.” he grinned and pointed proudly at himself. As if he was the answer to every problem.

I looked at our matching clothes. Mine were just teared, dirty and grass stained. His were teared and had small pecks of dried blood on his white shirt and pants. Still, even I knew we stood out in this environment.
“okay, let's hope no one from here saw us. Here, hide here alright? I'll go and see if I can find some clothes for us and possibly a map. Don't move, I'll be back as soon as I find clothes, map and some food. God kid, you need some sugar. And no, don't kill anyone alright? Stay.” he pointed his finger at me and made sure I looked him straight in the eyes before he was gone in a flash.

As soon as the blue hue disappeared I turned around. My claws retracted I climbed a gigantic old tree, trying to make myself disappear behind the mass of leaves. Making sure I was completely hidden from prying eyes I let myself gaze in awe from behind the leaves. There was water that smelled so, so differently. It was salty and irony. Even thought it was getting dark, I could tell that the big and large amount of water went very, very far. I couldn't even see the other side of it! The wind was quite strong as well, it carried a lot of different smells with it, but mainly the smell of water.

That's one huge and salty lake.

I didn't even notice the time passing by as I took in the sigh before me, trying to memorize everything about it. The wind, the sounds of birds flying above the water and smells from the houses down the hill.

I saw nothing life threathing about it.

“Hey, kid? Little dude? Damn it, I told you to stay put. Hey! Where are you!” Pietro whisper-yelled, I could almost hear a hint of panic in his accented voice, which was odd.

I let go of the tree branch and silently fell next to the white haired guy, making him jump slightly. His wide blue eyes stared at me, and the tree behind me. He simply shook his head and threw a bag at me, I caught it easily. “Instead of appearing dramatically you could have just said I'm here Pietro! But no, he goes and starts falling from the trees. Typical.” he muttered under his breath, crossing his arms.

I noticed he had changed his clothes, he was now wearing simple, dark pants and a dark blue jacket. He didn't stand out from the darkness anymore, he blended in quite well.
“go and change, its going to get cold here.”

I turned around to go and change as he put it, but his voice made me halt.

“oh, and by the way. We are in Netherlands, IJsselmeer.”

A/N

I hope my parents won't see my search history.

Because I'm not sure how to explain it.

Ahem.

SO GUYS WHATCHA THINKING 'BOUT IT?

Also, what do you think Pietro should name him? Or should he just keep trying until they reach the name Atlas?

Thank you for reading dear friends :) x