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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 || 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘴
NOT MUCH COULD OCCUPY JAXON'S MIND BESIDES THE BOLD AND BLATANT FACT OF HIM BEING NOTHING BUT A CLONE. Nothing unique, but just another Ryan Hunt made to fight for people who didn't care about his well-being. Only used to further one's agenda and keep his boss in power. A horrible and harsh truth that would destroy anyone's world. It only turned out that it ruined only his world and made him wonder if anything he'd experienced was even real. If every decision in his life had already been made before he even decided upon it.
Something so small had been taken away that led to this moment in time. Everything harsh that comes with life, taken like it was had been something so small and useless. How was he supposed to have known if his decisions in the past were the wrong ones or right? Did every question he's ever asked already have an answer to it? Constructed and ready to be told? Jaxon was unsure, far beyond the land of knowing or understanding.
Did the love for Natasha already become fabricated by his genes? That was a question that was better left unanswered. The brutality of all it could bring to his world and the world around him. Because if the answer was the one he didn't want, Jaxon knows his heart would turn black with hate and vengefulness. Ready to bring chaos to whoever stood responsible for the thing they created; for creating him. Put an end to the monster they had successfully created.
Here we go. The voice alerted him, turning his head in the direction of Natasha whose feet faltered slightly. "I heard your voice." He muttered, looking away and towards the beautiful early morning sun that was slowly rising with each minute approaching the afternoon.
"Couldn't find you when I woke up," Natasha spoke up, coming to the man's side and sitting beside him on some old metal outside of the subway. The area was scattered with metal scrap, rusting away with a putrid stench of water dripping into old mud and other disgusting liquids. Not all welcoming, but better than the small enclosed space of the hideout. "I wasn't able to sleep for long. Needed time to think."
Natasha could understand, in some sort of way. Not at all what he was going through, but the fact that restlessness didn't allow the mind to seize. Wanting all the space to think clearly and freely.
She wasn't sure how to talk to him about the situation. Bringing it up would surely erupt into a burst of emotions from the man and the last thing she wanted him worrying about was his powers. So, all she could find herself doing was sitting silently beside him. Soaking up the sun and waiting patiently for him to say something.
"Did we ever get a dog?" The question had Natasha's eyes widening. Head snapping in the direction of Jaxon who didn't look at her. But a small tilt of his lips was able to be seen.
