well, the mission had gone to shit.

cain lay there in the hallway, hand over his abdomen to attempt to stop the gush of nearly black blood from the slice in his abdomen.

he couldn’t believe he was going to die for the fucking avengers. that all his years surviving in russia had amounted to nothing, to him being left behind by the team.

he knew why they’d done it. he was a liability, really. the moment he’d been practically gutted his abilities had started lashing out, as though trying to protect him. he would have killed everyone on the aircraft if they had dragged him along.

his onyx eyes flicked up as a sentry ran down the hall, towards him. he didn’t have time to stop his abilities as they reached out and yanked the blood from the stray. clearly he was a fucking liability.

so he sat there, waiting to die. it hurt like hell, more than he had expected, but he supposed he deserved it, after all the horrible things he’d done. perhaps this was his penance, dying slowly. dying alone.

his eyes narrowed as he heard familiar footsteps. you. he would kill you if you came any closer, and not by choice.