#erasedghost

Lana didn’t dare move her eyes from him, concern still the paramount of her emotions. Whether or not he was actually okay mentally continued to be the question replaying in her mind, and even as he repeated the words, she thought they wouldn’t be enough. At his question, though, she glanced around at the rest of the room, finally taking in the scenery. Climbing off of him to sit down, a soft sigh fell from her lips. “You won in a fight against your furniture--” For a brief moment, she hoped the humor would help, but then she realized how insensitive it actually sounded.

It took her a moment before she had the courage to move her gaze from his face and see what kind of damage she had done. Shattered glasses, broken desks and bookcases-- and did that used to be a couch? But she couldn’t see much blood within the turmoil of the room, which was somewhat reassuring. Eyes traveling up to her own hands, realizing only briefly that she was still pinned down, she had no idea if the red stain was her own or someone else’s.

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She was fairly certain it was the smell– the room was too clean, reeking of disinfectant and metal. The same scent that constantly berated her nostrils when HYDRA was her primary caretaker. When free will was a foreign phrase. It was like she was right back there, and she panicked. She had to get out, no matter who got hurt or what got destroyed. Which led to someone knocking her off guard and pinning her down, a yell of protest flooding out any other sounds. 

There were no bars here.

No reinforced gates. The ceiling wasn’t rigged with gases of sedation, nor were there any containment switches on the walls that an operative could leap to when in fear of termination.

There were no operatives, not even a superior. Only his father held current dominion over him, though Volke knew better than to think that such would forever be the case.

Knew better than to imagine that he would not again know the taste of rubber despair as a gag was forced between his teeth, electric blue ache a moment from-.

“Thank god. I didn’t want to spend another minute here.”

Already Tony was up and heading out the door as he practically flung the extra papers and fliers he was handed-- along with the occasional magazine that was talking shit about him.

“Shit, shit, shit!”