#helmutpara

Helmut was about to give up on recruitment for today, he was starting to straighten up applications and starting to tuck them away into the folder he was carrying them in, when a young man had approached. He paid them little mind, other than initially noticing their coming toward him. After a moment of silence however, he said "We are done for today. Perhaps come back in a few days if you would like to." The baron states coldly, continuing to pack away things so he could go enjoy the rest of his evening.

John took that ignoring him personally. Watching as James spoke to Yelena and Ava. Mainly talking about Natalia. Yelena gave a shrug to the others words, for the most part "Such a poser." She muttered cheekily. Then leaned onto the table, pointing at James "And she has told you, what?"

Pulling in slightly, she almost grinned warmly, thinking of her sister, thinking of her, all this time. But remained appearing otherwise apathetic for the most part "That is because I am very interesting."

Watching the guard rush off John smiled "Not very chatty, I guess." He placed his left hand on the table and leaned in on it "This crap-" Grabbing into the box "-shows you a simulation, broadcast here, to help you pick one of these prisoners for missions." He gestured toward Ava "She picked-" Tossing the wrist device toward James "-Some Hulk wannabe."

Giving a mostly innocent look over her as she giggled, he was tempted to raise the rate. A faint grin on his lips he imagined it must have been a good thing, her giggling like that, after everything "Seven's are perfect." Perfect in that they weren't perfect, and that was perfect, because she was unique, but beautiful still. When she poked a finger into the side of his face his eyebrows rose for a moment "An eight." Giving a nod, he would imagine himself to be lower, but not too much so.

Eying the younger woman as she had moved in closer, he crooked a finger into the book, giving her more of his attention then. Then, at her words, he gave a shrug "It is fine. The lovely thing about books, is that you do not need to rush through them." It was, in his experience, better to take your time with them, even. Helmut gave a nod as she had continued "Of course. Sokovians have always been the one's to suffer. If not from our own leaders, than the mistakes of others."

Perhaps the initial bombing that had killed her parents, was not exactly a mistake, all in all. But, the name behind the authorization for those bombs was certainly not facing any just punishment for them. This visit was temporary, as it could be imagined, since, he was technically supposed to be in prison. But he got bored, and didn't want to be there anymore "Yes. I think I will-" He made a face, thinking, then nodded "It is nice to have such familiarity. Despite her being a few years younger than he is, they still grew up closely enough to understand, what the the remaining citizens of their destroyed country was feeling.

Then there was their equally devastating losses of family offering a faint grin he ducked his head in royal elegance " As long as you would like me to be around." Both of them were certainly causing some bit of trouble for the Avenger's, in either case.

Helmut gave a snarky little grin toward Wanda as he got comfortable "Well, bedside manner would make me wish to die less." He commented glancing down "If that is any incentive for you." He added. As she spoke on patching wounds his head lulled for a moment, focusing on her "Alright--" As she moved to him he pulled away a bit, eying her cautiously before moving to focus them on her face. Peeling his bloodied hand from the wound in his side. He let her look "What do you mean not intentionally? Did you not just say you have patched up enough wounds before?" The wound had a slight burn around where a puncture had been. He had clearly lost quite a deal of blood, as the entirety of his shirt just below the wound and the side of his pants had been soaked in the stuff. Resting on his left hand he shakily moved his bloodied right hand out of her way some more "S-ss-so, miss Maximoff. What is your first move here..."

He could clearly hear in her tone she was excited. Even by the rush to say what she had said, it had so clearly given her away. Quietly watching her as she had told him the answer to his question, his gaze narrowed for a moment. A slight lump forming in his throat. Then he lower his gaze, thinking over what he had just heard. Before a moment later he looked back up to meet his eyes with Wanda's own, again. Then he gave a small accepting nod of his head "Okay." He was not going to tell her she couldn't have the baby. Even if he did want to make her not, there was plenty she could do to stop him. Not that he was going to do anything at all. He just stood for another moment "We should starter figuring out what we want for when the baby arrives." He suggested then.

His ears twitched a bit at the familiar voice. His wife's, dropping his arms back down, he stared off into the distance a moment more. For a long time, she was just another nightmare that filled his nights. The wisps of delusion that crept behind his back. A promise unfulfilled. Turning, he smiled at her sweetly, turning his head a bit "Oh." Blinking, he watched her carefully for a moment, taking her image in. Helmut struggled a moment to look her in the eyes. Though, soon enough, he had "Heike. That is a brilliant idea." He teased back. Reaching out, he took her hand gently in his own, tracing his thumb over the back of her hand "You have always been such a good and loyal wife.  Meine geliebte."

Helmut had been home with Carl, as was often usual when his wife was a valued worker. Lifting a baby spoon full of some kind of baby slop on it he let Carl suck on the spoon for a moment, smiling as the baby had eaten up all the slop "Mmm. Good. You are eating so well today." Helmut cheered lightly, encouraging his son. Once the spoon was mostly emptied and the mess around his infant's mouth wiped up he moved to give another scoop of food. Carl had been reaching out for more, already having eaten a great deal "Only a few more bites. You'll become sick if you overeat." He commented, knowing the baby wouldn't understand entirely what he meant, or really at all. But had decided none the less to make it a habit to speak to Carl like this, anyway, even as an infant. As baby babble was much more of a hindrance for forming minds. Reaching out the next tiny spoonful he let Carl suck on the spoon a moment, scooped some of the food that got on Carl's face back onto the spoon and let the baby continue.

Watching his son, absolutely smitten by the sloppy eating and baby babbling and such other baby things, Helmut grinned happily at his boy "Very good Carl. But that's it for now." Helmut said bringing the spoon down to rest on a napkin on the table next to the baby food. He rose, bringing a cleaning wipe over to wash up Carl's face before lifting the infant out from his baby seat "Now then. Burping, and perhaps a day out on the town, hm? You need some sun." He joked tapping the index finger on his right hand softly against Carl's nose, getting a cute little giggle and chubby little baby fingers wrapping around his own finger. Walking away he let Carl suck at the tip of his finger a moment before shifting Carl into his right arm to toss away the baby wipe into the trash "Mama won't be home till late." Though Heike had always called, and would make sure to speak to their son over the phone, before Carl was laid down for the night. As he was cleaning up the mess of lunch, Carl laid against his chest, chewing on his fingers and drooling as he looked about the room curiously.

Ignoring the slobber and sealing the jar he moved the spoon to the dishwasher then the baby food jar to the fridge "So where should we go? The park? Oh. I do enjoy the park." Carl stared at him, ocean blue eyes scanning Helmut’s face before an absolutely adorable smile spread over Carl's face, a slobbery hand reaching out to grab at Helmut's cheek followed by some more baby babbling "You think so to? I knew you were my son." Helmut murmured playfully. Then glanced around, wondering where on earth James had gone off to "Just have to find Uncle first. He seems to have gotten lost." Moving Carl into the play room, he set Carl down in the baby cage for the time being "I'll go look for him...and change my shirt. You stay." He rubbed a hand to the top of Carl's head before placing a kiss against the patch of soft blond hair, inhaling the smell the lingered from the baby shampoo before pulling away. Though as he turned he stopped momentarily, seeing James standing at the doorway "Oh- Uh...Whe-"

Though he didn't have much time to say anything before the other quickly charged at him, a knife soon digging into his chest. The others super human speed and strength had, in the process, sent him stumbling back into the wall on one side of the baby cage. Reaching his right hand up to grab at the bionic arm that was pinning him he frowned "Wha-what are you doing, Ja- 98!?" It was at this moment, that he had felt the blade dig deep into his chest, blood drizzled onto the floor, staining the wood beneath them. Gasping for breath, Helmut felt his core run cold. When James yanked the knife out from him, he stared at it for a moment, watching his blood drip from the blade before looking toward James, looking absolutely betrayed. His left hand moved to cover the wound, shaking, and poorly managing to keep any blood from flowing down his chest. Dropping to the floor he coughed, blood splattering out from his mouth. Staring down toward his wound, his vision wavered, becoming confused. Lifting his left hand away from the wound, it trembled "Why..."

Dropping over onto the floor, he gasped out, breaths straining. His eyes moved back to James, following the others form as James had stepped back and began to cry. Then moving to whoever had come in and knocked James out, Helmut continued to watch for a long time. Seeing as one of the members of Hydra leaned in to look at Carl in the baby cage, who had just quietly been watching what was going on, clearly not understanding. Though as the agent was order to leave they turned from Carl and moved away, hearing whoever was in charge comment on Carl being 'too young' for their plans. Then the room began to fade into darkness. Soon enough, silence at followed. Or what he thought was silence, until he heard Carl talking to him "It's okay...Carl...It's ...ok-kay." He muttered hearing Carl starting to sniffle beside him and continued trying to get his attention. The world completely faded away then, before the sound of his wife's voice filled his ears. Waking him up once more, he didn't know how much time had gone by, but he could tell she was asking him to hang on.