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"No, that's not true, is it? Because it was not an accident, you wanted to die."
"I- Charles." Max feels his heart beating against the cage, he knew it was only moments before Charles would realise, he is a genius after all. This was a suicide mission anyway.
"You lied, you are lying. It's not your fucking birthday, is it? Fuck." He feels his feet dragging against the wooden floor, he just- he wants to touch Charles and beg him forgiveness but Charles moves backwards and there's light in his face and god it burns.
"Don't fucking touch me, I will blow you and you know it." The repulsor brightens, like a snake hissing against danger. Futile, Max knows him, he knows him enough that Charles will not do it. He wishes that Charles does it, finish what Max was too scared to do.
"It's not my birthday- I am, I am Max Verstappen, SHIELD sent me to-"
"Spy on me?" His smile looks predatory, Max feels a pang in his chest, he misses the soft smile, the shy one he gave Max when he brought him breakfast this morning. He didn't deserve it. Not then, not now.
"Charles, I am sorry. Please-"
"No. No, Max, you will be."