#weasel dc

The Commandos weren't told much about their next mission, they were simply told that there was extraterrestrial activity that needed to be handled quickly and quietly.

It was everything but quick and quiet.

The large, gray beings had destroyed everything in their path. The day was full of pure chaos and destruction. Once the extraterrestrials were defeated and were collected by Waller's team, the Commandos were put on damage control duty.

Flag kicked down a door to one of the many half-burnt down flats, making sure no civilians or their bodies were stuck inside. Weasel scurried around as usual, smelling and licking everything when he froze.

"Help..."

A faint, small voice echoed in his mind. His nose picked up a scent. A human scent.

He went racing for the back, Flag called after him before running to catch up. In the back of the kitchen was a broken stairwell that likely once led to a basement, however now it was fully caved in with rubble. Without a second thought, Weasel began to dig.

"Wease, what the..." Flag stopped to catch his breath until he realized just what Weasel was doing. He quickly moved to help the creature, pushing a shoving the larger rubble that Weasel couldn't. Underneath a large bolder lied a small hand. Flag felt his lungs tighten in fear before he jumped to twords the hand and began to help Weasel move the rocks.

You didn't think you cry for help would reach anyone, but when you saw the faint light creep through the cracks, you couldn't help but feel relief. Whether it was help from a person or from the gods above, you were simply thankful to be soon out.

The space around you began to close in as you felt a tug on the back of your shirt; Weasel was carefully dragging you out from beneath the rubble and ran it off the building with Flag calling him from behind.

Just as the three of you escaped the building, it's lower structure began to crumble inward. Your vision was blurred from the tears and dirt in them, but as your adrenaline rush died down a and your eyes began to drop, you used the last of your energy to thank your saviors.

"Thank... you..." A small voice rang in Flag's head that made a chill rush down his spine. He looked around, trying to figure out the source of the voice. Then it hit him.

He looked down at the little kid and thought one thing.

Metahuman.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

You slowly began to awake, the feeling of a soft bed calming your nerves. As your vison returned to you, you looked around the unfamiliar room. It looked like some kind of campsite; the walls were clearly a tent, and the bed beneath you was a fancy cot. You tried to think of the events that happened before you fell unconscious, but you found your memory running blank. You began to panic, your eyes frantically moving around the room as you tried to remember anything before the ceiling caved in on you.

Your vision began to blur from the tears, your breaths became shortened as you began to hyperventilate. A fluffy feeling rubbed against your hand, you flinched at it's touched. Looking to your right, there was that creature that had saved you.

"You... you're the one who saved me..."

The creature looked up at you with big eyes, nudging your hand as an attempt to call you.

"What's your name?" You asked in it's mind. Even in his head he responded in chatters, but you were somehow able to understand him.

"Weasel? That's a funny name." You mentally said with a small smile.

Weasel chittered some more as he crawled onto your cot, plopping his big head into your chest as you scratched a spot behind his ear. As you two calmly lied there, the entrance to your tent opened. Walking in was an older man and a very tall lady with staples on her face.

"Is she okay?"

Bride flinched as a small voice echoed in her mind. She looked around the room until her eyes landed on the little kid on the cot. Their big eyes stared up at her; they were filled with wonder and curiosity, two things she's never seen in the eyes of another before.

"So this is the refugee you snuck into the base?" She asked Flag as he made his way to you. He ignored her question as he sat in the stool beside your bed. He smiled softly down at you as you slightly coward underneath Weasel.

"Don't worry kid, there's no reason to be scared. My name is Rick Flag, I'm a general for the US Military. My team and I are only here to help. What's your name?"

You stared at him in silence before you spoke in his mind.

"I don't remember."

He flinched at the echoing voice, but tried not to show his shock. "Don't remember, huh? Well you're clearly a metahuman, so that's a start."

You stayed quiet, your small grip tightening slightly around Weasel. "I'm scared Mr. Flag."

He sighed slightly, his heart aching at your situation. He placed a gentle reassuring hand in yours, his thumb lightly grazing the top of it as he tried to comfort you.

"It's okay, kiddo. We're going to help you. I have some friends that want to meet you, they want to see if they can help you remember who you are."

The light in your eyes shines a little brighter, excitement filled your mind as you quickly say up. "Really? You can help me?"

He chuckled at your eagerness and excitement. "We're gonna try our best. C'mon, why don't you take Weasel outside and play fetch? My friend and I need to talk."

You quickly hopped off your cot and ran out the entrance, looking back every other second to make sure Weasel was behind you. You found the biggest stick you could find and began to play fetch with your new friend Weasel.

Back at the tent, Flag and Bride stood watching you play. He couldn't help but feel guilty for taking part in the case of your situation, even if he and his team were only trying to help.

"You're not really going to bring her to Waller, are you?" The Bride asked, breaking the silence.

Flag sighed as he kept his eyes on you. "I can't leave her here, and we don't know the length of her power. Shockingly enough, taking her to Waller is the best option."

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

I hope you enjoyed this and if you have anything you would like me to personally respond to, message me or put it in my ask box because as of right now, Tumblr won't let me respond to comments :)