Seven is so fed up with everyone 😭 the fact she wants to beat tf outta Ross is so funny
Sev calling everything ugly is so silly, her vocabulary is so low

SEVEN WAS IN AN UNFAMILIAR ROOM.
Her sobs echoed through the room, her heart pounding with fear and desperation. She continued to sob, her small body trembling as she huddled in the corner. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of her papa, the only source of comfort and security she knew.

"I want my papa!" she screamed again, her voice cracking with the intensity of her emotion. Her kicks became more frantic, striking at the table legs and sending vibrations through the cold, sterile room. Her vision was blurred by tears, but she could see the vague shapes of soldiers standing around her, their faces impassive.

One of the soldiers stepped forward, cautiously holding out a glass of water. "Here, drink this," he said gently, his voice trying to convey calm.

But Seven was far beyond reasoning. She lashed out with a swift, angry motion, knocking the glass out of his hand. It shattered on the floor, the sound sharp and piercing in the silence that followed. "I don't want that ugly water! I want my papa! Where is my papa?" she wailed, her voice breaking into a raw, painful sob.

The soldiers exchanged uneasy glances, unsure how to handle the distraught girl. Before anyone could attempt another approach, the door to the room opened. A man entered, his presence commanding immediate attention. He showed his badge to the soldiers, his expression stern.

His name was Agent Everett Ross.

"I'm here for the girl," he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Seven's eyes widened with fear as she saw the unfamiliar man. She pushed herself further into the corner, her sobs turning into cries of terror. "No! No! I want my papa! I want my papa!" she screamed, her voice hoarse.

Ross approached her slowly, trying to appear less intimidating. "It's going to be okay," he said, though his tone lacked genuine warmth. "We need to take you somewhere safe."

She wanted this weird man to collapse on the floor and die.

But Seven's fear only intensified. She kicked and screamed, her small fists pounding against the floor. The soldiers, unsure of what else to do, moved in to restrain her. "No! No! Don't touch me!" she cried, her voice filled with panic. "If you touch me I will kick you in your stupid face!"

Ross gave a curt nod to the soldiers. "Handcuff her," he ordered.

The soldiers hesitated for a moment before following his command. They moved in quickly, grabbing Seven's arms. She fought against them with every ounce of strength she had, her screams echoing in the room. "Let me go! I want my papa!" she shrieked, tears streaming down her face.

The cold metal of the handcuffs snapped around her wrists, the tightness adding to her distress. She continued to struggle, but the soldiers held her firmly. Ross watched impassively, his expression unreadable.

"Let's go," he said, turning to leave the room.

As they dragged her out, Seven's screams echoed through the hallways, a haunting sound of a child torn from the only safety she knew. "Papa! Papa!" she cried, her voice filled with heartbreak.

But there was no answer, and the sterile walls of the facility swallowed her cries, leaving nothing but an eerie silence in their wake.

AGENT ROSS HAD HIS HANDS ON SEV, guiding her down the hallway. She had recently stopped crying, but her eyes were still red and puffy, and her head hung low in defeat. The handcuffs on her wrists were a constant reminder of her captivity. Each step she took felt heavy, her legs barely supporting her.

Seven saw her papa in glass cage. He was retrained, he looked uncomfortable and worried. When he caught sight of Seven he seemed to look relived. Seven looked at Ross who was talking with Agent Carter.

"Why is he in a cage." She asked, her voice still stuffy.

"Because he's dangerous, that's why." Ross said, barely looking at Seven.

"No he's not! He's—"

"What's gonna happen to him?" Sev's head snapped up at the sound of Steve and Sam's voices. They stood at the end of the hallway, concern etched on their faces.

Ross's expression hardened. "Same thing that ought to happen to you," he said curtly. "Psychological evaluation and extraction."

"Extraction?" She asked looked up at Ross, who acted like he didn't hear her.

Sev's eyes darted to Agent Carter, who was standing nearby, having just introduced Ross. She didn't care about the formalities or the explanations. Her heart ached for familiarity, for the people who had shown her kindness and care. She wanted Sam. She would even settle for Steve. She couldn't have her papa right now, so she would settle for them.

"I want Steve and Sam," Sev said, her voice trembling. She looked up at Ross with pleading eyes, her desperation palpable. "I don't want you, I want them."

Ross's face remained impassive. "Well, they're criminals, so..." he began, but he was cut off by Sev's soft sobbing.

"But I want them!" Sev cried, her voice breaking. Tears began to well up again, spilling over her lashes. "I know them! Please, I want them!"

Ross hesitated, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. He opened his mouth to say something, but Steve stepped forward, his expression resolute. "Hang in there, Sev. Listen to Ross," he said, his voice steady and calm, though his eyes betrayed his worry.

Sev looked between Ross and Steve, her bottom lip quivering. "But I don't want to go with him," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I want to stay with you and I want to stay with Sam."

Steve's heart ached at the sight of her, so vulnerable and scared. He glanced at Sam, who nodded in silent agreement. They both knew what had to be done, but it didn't make it any easier.

"Take a breather, Lucky" Sam said. "We're going to fix this. Just... trust us." He said, giving Seven a wink.

ROSS GUIDED SEV into his office, a space that was surprisingly warm and well-lit compared to the sterile hallways they had just traversed. Apparently his goal at the moment was to watch her, make sure she's not dangerous, and to talk to her to get some sort of understanding out of her.

He motioned for her to sit on a comfortable-looking chair, and she reluctantly obliged, her eyes still red from crying. Ross settled into his chair behind the desk, his demeanor a mix of authority and reluctant sympathy.

"Seven right?" He asked, trying to start a conversation with her.

She answered with a nod. He chuckled. "Like the number?" He asked.

Sev's fist twitched. If he didn't shut up, she was gonna use Ir**a's (censoring her name cus I hate her 💪) training to the advantage.

Seven felt unnecessary anger bubble up. "Yeah. What's it to you?" She snapped.

He put his hands up in mock offense. "Sorry, sorry, just asking."

Explode please. "Y'know I really what you to explode." She said.

"Explode?"

"Ka-boom."

"Okay then." He went silent.

Sev fidgeted for a moment, her gaze darting around the room before finally resting on Ross. "People with your title have the power to help with climate change, you know," she said suddenly, her voice still tinged with the remnants of her earlier sobs.

Ross raised an eyebrow, surprised by the abrupt change in topic. He let out a small chuckle. "Well, that's quite the pivot from screaming," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Where did you learn that?"

Sev looked down at her hands, which were still bound by the handcuffs. "I read it," she replied quietly. "I read a lot."

Ross chuckled again, shaking his head in mild disbelief. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?"

Sev didn't respond to that. Instead, she looked up, her eyes filled with determination. "I want Steve and Sam," she repeated, her voice steady.

Ross sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Sev—can I call you Sev?"

"I don't care..."

Just shut up and die.

"Okay, well, Sev, I understand you want them, but right now, you can't have them," he said gently but firmly. "They're considered criminals by the authorities, and it's my job to keep you safe."

"They're not criminals," Sev shot back, her voice rising. "They're my friends. They're good people."

Ross nodded, trying to keep his tone calm and reassuring. "I believe you. But the situation is complicated. They've broken laws, and until things are sorted out, they can't be with you."

Sev's eyes filled with tears again. "But I need them. I'm scared."

Ross's expression softened. "I know you are. And I'm going to do everything I can to make sure you're safe. But you have to trust me too, okay?"

Sev sniffled, wiping her eyes on the sleeve of her shirt. "Okay," she whispered, though her voice was tinged with doubt.

Ross nodded, satisfied for the moment. "Good. Now, why don't we talk a little more about what you've been reading? It's not every day I meet someone your age who's so well-informed."

Sev nodded slowly, her mind still on Steve and Sam, but willing to engage if it meant a distraction from her fear. "I've read a lot about the environment and politics," she said. "I think people in power should do more to help."

Ross smiled, genuinely impressed. "You know, you might be onto something there. Maybe one day you can help change the world."

Sev managed a small smile in return, the brief moment of connection helping to ease her anxiety, if only a little.

Ross observed Sev for a moment, her small frame still tense and her eyes wary. He decided to take a different approach to make her feel more at ease. Standing up slowly, he walked around the desk to where she sat. "Let's get these off you," he said softly, reaching for the key to the handcuffs.

Sev watched him warily but didn't resist as he gently removed the cuffs from her wrists. "There," he said with a small, reassuring smile. "That's better, right?"

She rubbed her wrists, nodding slightly but not saying anything.

Ross went to a small fridge in the corner of the office and took out a bottle of water. He handed it to her. "Here, drink this. You've had a rough day."

Sev took the water and unscrewed the cap, taking a tentative sip. The cool liquid soothed her sore throat, and she took another, deeper drink.

Ross returned to his chair behind the desk, watching Sev carefully. He knew he had to tread lightly. "Sev, I need to ask you some questions. It's important. Can you tell me anything about HYDRA and what happened to you there?"

At the mention of HYDRA, Sev's demeanor changed. Her eyes narrowed, and she set the water bottle down with a thud. "Why do you care about HYDRA?" she asked, her voice filled with suspicion and a hint of anger.

Ross held up his hands in a placating gesture. "We just need to understand what's going on, Sev. It's my job to make sure everyone is safe, including you and your father."

Sev crossed her arms, her anger simmering just below the surface. "You think asking me about HYDRA is going to help? I don't trust you. I want Steve and Sam."

Ross sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I know you do. But right now, they can't be with you. You have to understand, they've broken laws. Like I said, I'm doing what I can to help you."

"Well, then I want my papa, I don't want you! You ask too much questions." She said, her voice gradually getting smaller.

Ross sighed. "I get that, Sev. But the more we know, the better we can protect people. And like I said again, that includes your father."

Sev's anger flared. "You're not trying to protect him! You're trying to take him away from me!" Her voice rose, and tears started to well up in her eyes again. She was gonna a cry again, like she always did.

Ross leaned forward, trying to remain calm. "Sev, please. We're just trying to help him get better."

Sev glared at him. "What do you mean when you say you're going to 'extract' my papa? What does that even mean?"

Ross hesitated, choosing his words carefully. "It's complicated, Sev. It means we need to bring him in and... assess the situation. But you don't need to worry about that."

Sev's eyes filled with tears again. "I want to see him. I need to see him."

Ross shook his head gently. "I'm sorry, Sev. That's not possible right now."

Sev's frustration boiled over. "You don't understand! He's my papa! I don't care about your laws or your rules. I just want my family back."

Ross looked at her, his expression softening. "I do understand. More than you think. And I promise, we're doing everything we can to make sure you and your papa are safe. But you have to trust me, and you have to be patient."

Sev's frustration boiled over. "My papa had nothing to do with the bombing in Vienna! He didn't do it!"

Ross sighed, his expression a mix of sympathy and frustration. "We don't know that for sure. We're still investigating."

"Well, I do!" Sev shouted, standing up abruptly. "I know he didn't do it! I was with him, we've been in the same place for two years now, until you took us!"

Ross watched the storm of emotions playing out on Sev's face, the anger and desperation clearly taking a toll on her. He leaned forward slightly, trying to keep his tone as calm and gentle as possible. "Sev, I don't want to put you in cuffs again," he said softly. "But I need you to cooperate with me. Please, just sit down."

Sev hesitated, her body tense and ready to resist, but the exhaustion from the day's events was starting to wear her down. She let out a deep sigh, her shoulders slumping in defeat. "Fine," she muttered, sinking back into the chair. "I'll sit."

Ross nodded, relieved that she was willing to comply. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "I know this is hard for you, but we're all trying to figure things out. We're not your enemies."

Sev looked away, her eyes still red and puffy. "It doesn't feel that way," she mumbled, more to herself than to Ross.

He leaned back in his chair, giving her a bit of space while still trying to keep the conversation going. "Let's just take it one step at a time," he suggested. "We can talk about anything you want. If there's something you need or want to know, just tell me."

Sev's gaze shifted back to Ross, and for a moment, she seemed to weigh her options. "I just want to see my papa," she said quietly. "And I want to know that he's okay."

Ross nodded slowly. "I understand. I'll see what I can do about that. But you have to promise me you'll stay calm and work with us. Can you do that?"

Sev hesitated, her mistrust still evident, but finally, she nodded. "Okay," she whispered.

Ross offered her a small, reassuring smile. "Good. Tell me more about climate change."