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Chapter 5; Rise, Fall, Rise

PIERCE WALKED AROUND his villa as he stumbled upon his fridge. The dark skies soaring and with the peaceful air, you could hear the birds chirping.

Pulling out a carton of milk, the corners of his eyes land on a figure of sorts, slowly closing the fridge from behind as he proceeds with caution.

"I'm going to go, Mr. Pierce." A voice announced from the far distance. "You need anything before I leave?"

"No... Uh, it's fine, Reneta." Pierce responded, eyes never leaving sight on the figure. "You can go home."

"Okay, Night-Night.."

"Good night." As the door shuts, he walks over to his cabinet. "Want some milk?"

No response.

Pierce gives small glances from time to time as he pours himself a glass. "Timetable has moved." He started, "Our window is limited. Two targets, Level Six. They already cost me Zola." He walks up to the nearby table, pulling out a chair of his own as he eyes the figure. "I want confirmed death in 10 hours-"

Moment interrupts when the sound of the door creaks back open. "Sorry, Mr. Pierce, I... I forgot my... phone..." She trails off as she now sees another presence, sweat dripping in nervousness.

Pierce scrunches his face in guilt. "Oh, Reneta, I wish you could have knocked." He pulls out his gun, firing it at the woman who shrieks from the sudden act, stumbling down the floor, now lifeless.

No hesitation.

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SAM STOPPED AS HE HEARD A KNOCK on the door. He just came back from another round of jogging, planning to treat himself with a drink of orange juice.

A confused look scrunching.

Carefully closing the beverage, he makes his way to the entrance, slowly. When he rolled up the windows, his eyes widening as he was greeted by the presence of the trio.

Steve and Y/N look shaken, but Nat's was a little worse. She regained consciousness mid-way, her arms slung around Y/N's neck for support from her weak state while his other arm had the duffle bag. Sam, who is kind of frozen by what he's seeing, slides his door open.

"Hey, man." He greeted, not knowing what else to say.

Steve sighed, he was a bit skeptical of the idea at first. "I'm sorry about this. We need a place to lay low." He explained, the dirt still plastered on their faces.

"Everyone we know is trying to kill us." Y/N added.

Sam glances at the trio's state, a thought comes into mind.

No hesitation.

"Not everyone." He steps aside the door, allowing them to enter. Y/N allows Steve to enter first before dragging Nat along, she grunts while she took her time, arms still slung around Y/N's neck.

Sam takes a last look, making sure no one watches, before shutting the door.

And with that decision, It changed his life.

Y/N sat the pretty shaken up redhead on the bed, grabbing a wet towel as he started to wipe the dirt off her face.

Nat hesitated first when The L/N offered his help, hoping to prove that she did not need any further guidance.

That was not true.
Always surrounded by men led her to sometimes try and show them how underestimated she was.

But right now, she was vulnerable.