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She laid dazed and confused on a metal table, she could tell from the lose of feeling in her arms that she was tied to the table, she could hear a babies wails, her brain fogging from the heavy smell of alcohol cleaner and blood, she began to beg “m-my baby…” she could see a figure turn to her though their face was not visible due to her blurry eyes “тсс, Мы о нем хорошо позаботимся, Х-50” she shook her head pulling at her restraints “n-no no no give me my baby, m-my son…” her eyes began to clear as she stared at the face of Zemo “hush now X-50 we know what we need to do” she began to yell, the wariness in her voice coming more and more noticeable “NO NO GIVE HIM BACK HE’S MINE!” Zemo turned to another man ‘Alexander Pierce’ “I need sedative for her..” she began to panic as the needle pierced her vein, the sounds around her fading as her sons cries began to grow louder.
Yazzie awoke in a cold sweat, she turned to her side seeing Elijah still asleep, her baby boy was safe never to see or face her horrors. She stood up wiping the sweat off her face as she walked to the kitchen, she could hear the floor boards creak from behind her but she knew it wasn’t her feet, she froze didn’t move an inch as if time had stopped, she looked towards the door seeing multiple shadows and smoke seeping from under it, she ran quickly and grabbed all she had in bags along with her sons belongings and grabbed him making her way towards the window, as she ran she could hear shouting and someone who sounded like Steve but she didn’t turn around, didn’t wanna trust it, she waved down a cab and made her escape to an airport.