[@WeavedBySatan] » was prepared to bring Bucky back into his passive state — the process was taking over quicker than expected. »

[@WeavedBySatan] » "What the hell are you doing to me. .?" The words were dull, but laced with innocence. A feature only she understood.

[Joey Malik] "S-Stop talking like that. You're confusing me . ."

[@WeavedBySatan] Never will the Asset show surrender, nor give access to any sign of victory. He had to remain blank. Just . . Blank. »

[@WeavedBySatan] » Someone like him was manufactured to destroy — give no sympathy. But deep in those hues of his . . He was afraid. »

[@WeavedBySatan] » The excruciating pain began to course through his veins, but he was still willing to grasp onto her with dear life. »

[@WeavedBySatan] » A cranium began to sway from side to side — locks dawning a chocolate shade followed. "No! Stop it!"

[@WeavedBySatan] "No. . I will not give up. Not yet!" A titanium hand taking the form of a sphere raised at a dangerous height. »

[@WeavedBySatan] » The landing location would be directed at the sorcerers' jaw. . But it was too late. There was barely any »

[@WeavedBySatan] » strength left in his frame to even hold onto Wanda. His breath hitched. Not much went on from then. Only the signs »

[@WeavedBySatan] » of a broken soul.

[Joey Malik] "You sound intelligent."

[@WeavedBySatan] Hazelnut hues witnessed such sorcery before him — he would label it as 'magic'. Everybody did. The least thing »

[@WeavedBySatan] » he'd expected was for it to impact him. Well, it did. Hard. His frame's sudden contact with anything else was »

[@WeavedBySatan] » with now-cracked pavement.

[Joey Malik] "I don't know how to feel after that."

". . Hello."

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