#helmutasks

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It was an accident, he knew, but, perhaps one he was satisfied by anyway. It had done what it needed to do, allow Sam and Bucky to keep fighting. As they were distracted by that he quietly slipped back from the action, his shirt being stained with a darker color as blood coated it, staining down from his chest to his side by the time he had gotten a perfectly good distance away from the fighting. This was certainly for the best, he told himself. Though he still had some work to finish, it was not like he had not left others who he hoped could manage to do it, without him. Leaning back against the outside wall of a building nearby, he cupped a hand over the wound and dropped down, thinking of Heike and Carl then.

His head leaning back, eyes closing as he could swear he was hearing their voices, his breathing becoming more difficult for him. Helmut grins, almost happy that he could be free from all of this, finally. All he had wanted, was to see them again. Even if this were only some trick his mind was playing on him as it was struggling to get oxygen, Helmut would dismiss the logic, focusing on what had always mattered to him in the end, his family. His hand fell from the bullet wound in the side of his chest as he passed out a moment later.

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He found it hard to sleep, even now. It was always the same. As he was getting comfortable with it again, the traumatic nightmares would increase, moving from his waking world into the dreaming one. Hearing her, he tiredly looked over from where he had been reading his book "I am here Wanda." Helmut assures her, putting the book down a little, he moves to get closer to her, reaching her hand to hold hers, a survivor, like him.

But she had been through so much more, from Hydra and those American's. Those heroes. Who took everything from them so here he had been, awake, when she had needed him "It is difficult, it will be another year soon since-" He stopped, thinking quietly "It gets harder around this time of year. No matter how much time has passed."

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Helmut squint, thinking about it for some time, then offered a grin toward Wanda "A seven, certainly." He commented. It was definitely perfectly 'squish' able. Reaching up, he gently poked into the side of her right cheek, just to tease her a little bit. Then gave a very serious nod "Yes. That is my final rating."

Helmut was feeling a bit stressed with what was going on around him in his life lately. Clearing his throat he pulled up to a park, getting out of his car quickly as he did. A small fit of coughing coming out of him. Once it was over he pressed a hand to his chest for a moment, catching his breath. Looking around he exhaled before going to adjust his shirt and head into the park just ahead of him.

He was thinking that perhaps some fresh air would help clear up his lungs. Not long after entering the park however he heard the sounds of music, a violin he assumed, being played. Following the sound he soon spotted a young man. Carefully walking up toward where the other was standing alone he listened quietly to what had been being played, not wanting to disturb them and have them stop at that moment.

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Helmut paused in his stride hearing those two words come out of her mouth. Letting out a breathe he considered what to say for a moment. He wasn't going to question how it had happened, or whether she was sure that she was. He placed his hands into the pockets of his pants, then turned more toward the other, looking her over before he asked "Do you want to keep it?"

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At the woman’s forceful tone, Helmut paused to look at her, blinking “Miss Maximoff. You have horrible bedside manner. ” He informed calmly. Though he wasn’t a fool. Taking a seat Helmut let out a few harsh breathy gasp, clearly in a great deal of pain that he was mostly hiding. Holding his right hand over his wound he took a moment to collect himself before asking “How good is your medical experience again?”

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The baron stiffened for a moment, trying not to be annoyed. But he was, just a little bit. Continuing to stir his tea he squints at her for a moment then says "Your generation has holes in their brains from all the radiation your mothers drank while you were forming in the womb. You will probably kill us all if the sun or The Avengers does not, first. How embarrassing." Helmut grinned and lifted his teacup up, taking a sip.

FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS SERIES

Helmut stares at the other, slowly, his head tilt to one side slightly, before he righted it again quickly. Of course, another one full of naivety to such things. He offered a grin, raising his eyebrows briefly "Of course, is that not what we all could wish for, things to be resolved without violence." He paused, lifting his left hand, his index finger pointed "However, in reality, no such thing can truly benefit, without it. Not for very long, anyway."

"Everything becomes either corrupted by their ideals of such virtuous things that one would wish to be 'peaceful' and so comes in violence. There will always be violence. Peace is far harder to maintain. The living do not have the patience for maintaining it. What you should want, is the one thing that can only truly completely come about, through the certainty of violence." He smirks a little "But tell me, how would you resolve the issue without violence, and in doing so, assure it will last forever? I will try it your way."