#stringthvories

Kid have never been in a space dedicated to those with powers before; Hydra had several exceptional individuals among its ranks but they tended to be kept separate and put where ever could best make use of their abilities. In his face, assassination and surveillance rather than anything requiring brute force. But, apart from the variable display of powers he could see, the place had a lovely park with an abundance of wildflowers he’d not expected to see in the city. 

He was sat on a bench, people watching, observing, when a foot came a little too close to a patch of daisies and, figuring ‘when in Rome’ had a hand sprout from the ground and gentle push the oncoming leg aside. “Careful there friend,” he drawled in his thick Mississippi accent, “Ya almost happened ta crush these poor flowers.”