Running, that's what Viktor was doing, he was running from someone or maybe it was something. He had no idea if they were still following him, all he knew was he had to keep running. Even if can't run any more, ans he wants nothing more then to take a rest he can't, he was to scared to stop. He had been running for days, in the mountains of the Apalachicola.
Ever since hydra taken over shield, and found out he was a powerful mutant he had to run, if not for his own sake but for his sons. They wanted to use him against the other agents, not just any agents the top agents. Since he ran over a week ago, the faces had started to bkur together, with the lack of food and sleep, ans being forced to use his abilities against some if his friends, it all started to blur together making it hard for him to think straight.
He quickly hid behind a tree, looking at the bundle in his arms, his two yesr old son laid fast asleep in his arms, having no real clue how much danger they were actually in. Viktor panted, carefully and shakently tightening the blanket around his son, making sure he was tucked tightly against his chest. He looked around with wild eyes, trying to see if anything was out of order, or if he could notice the person following him.
He gulped heavily when he noticed at the bottom of the hill, his heart left into his chest, before he could tell it to not run, he ran towards the house. Safety this place has to be safe. He rushed to the front door banging on the door calling for help, not realizing it all was in Russian, he didn't care he was scared and tired, he prayed that whoever this person wasn't and anti mutant hater. If they were he wasn't sure if his heart could take it.
His knocking slowed as exhuation forced its way onto him, his knees buckled in on himself as he slowly fell backwards, passing out from who knows what happened, the last thing he saw was the door opening. His arms wrapped around his son protectively as darkness took him over. This was
