CHAPTER TEN

"Jump off the cliff and build your wings on the way down." - Ray Bradbury

During the journey to Wheaton the trio discussed many things, relaxing into more comfortable conversation topics and AS09 was actually able to take from the lesson Steve had given her when she was still in captivity and make use of some of the things he told her to not do. She didn't talk about killing. Mostly it was Natasha and Steve explaining certain things to her, but she was still a part of the conversation and gave her own input on things.

The mood became more somber as the sun set and things quieted down so AS09 decided to try and get in her twenty minutes of rejuvenation sleep seen as it had been almost two days since she'd gotten any. She propped her legs up on the empty seat next to her and curled up against the cushiony seat, removing her seatbelt so that it wasn't trying to cut through her clothing.

It wasn't that easy to fall asleep in the small car though. She never curled up when sleeping, she always spread her limbs out like a starfish just so she could make sure there was plenty of room, so she could make sure she wasn't in the pit. The fact that both Steve and Nat were in the car as well didn't help, she didn't trust either of them enough to be completely vulnerable around them so instead her twenty minutes of sleep turned into a long amount of time passing of her eyes being shut and that's about it.

That meant she was privy to a conversation between Steve and Natasha that was probably supposed to be private. Natasha was the one who spoke first and it seemed she'd waited quite a while, obviously feeling assured by Freckles slowed breathing that it was once again just her and Steve. "So do you really trust her?" She spoke quietly, "she could be just playing along until she can tell her 'father' all our plans."

"I do trust her, Nat." Steve also spoke in a whisper but that didn't stop the sincerity of his voice being easily heard, "and I think you should stop giving her such a hard time and trust her a little bit too. There's something more than meets the eye with her, I know it and you know it too if you've read her file."

"What about before the new information though. Steve, she was on my level of bad before Clint saved me, maybe even higher."

Steve faced her for a moment to read the expression on Natasha's face, he'd expected to see a frustrated one because clearly she was arguing against Freckles but she actually seemed quite sad, probably feeling a sting as memories resurfaced of her own dark past. "I thought you'd be more understanding because of your past," Steve dared to say, "I know it's not exactly the same but I am just trying to do what Clint did for you, I'm giving her a chance."

"I am being understanding. Whilst Clint did give me the chance, it was I who made the decision to leave Russia. Do you really think Freckles has it in her to make the same kind of decision?" AS09 grew cold at the question Natasha had asked Steve, doubts crashing down in torrents.

Did she have it in her? Sure, her life had been a cruel one but she'd learnt to ignore it, she'd learnt to cope through killing. She found a joy in killing that she hadn't been able to find in anything else, and that's because she was made to be a monster. Steve wasn't a monster, he was beautiful and bright and brilliant, she didn't belong in his world. She was a monster. A weapon. The worst of humanity compiled into one being. She was better off in the old world, at least she knew how to cope in that world.

A weapon, a monster, that's all she was. That's all she was. That's all she could ever be.

"I think she could change the world if she wanted to," Steve said, his voice louder and clearer and like a sun beam breaking through the black stormy clouds that violated her inner thoughts. "You've heard her before, she thinks all she is is a weapon. That's all she's ever been taught to think about herself. I'm willing to bet if she found out the truth, that she's so much more, she'd choose the right path."

"You really think so?" Natasha asked one last time, ready to give up her attempt to change his mind.

The soldier nodded his head with resolve, looking in the rearview mirror one last time to make sure she was asleep. They passed a street light and it's orange glow lit up a teardrop that seemed to have escaped her eye. He decided not to comment on it. "Yes, I really do."

"And what if this all ends up being a trick, Steve? What if it turns out that she's been taking advantage of you being as nice as you are?"

Natasha had a point. Though Steve didn't see himself as the nice guy everyone portrayed him as, it was true that it was a lot easier for him to become emotionally compromised and there was no denying that he was starting to feel things for Freckles. Ranging from sympathy to adoration. But he'd gotten pretty good at reading her, she was a closed off person but there was some things about her that he'd been able to translate. If she was playing him then he'd have been able to figure it out by then. She was struggling, he knew that. Struggling with doing the good thing for him when every cell in her body was telling her to do bad (though obviously she had no idea that it was bad), the battle going on inside of her was sometimes so clear to him the war scene was practically painted across her body.

He thought back to what she'd said earlier, about how she was being treated like she'd already betrayed the chance he gave her. It wasn't right that that's how she'd been feeling, and Steve knew it was time for a change. "She's not the person you think she is," he said adamantly, "and she's not the person I think she is. I don't think she has any idea who she is anymore, and it can't be easy going through what she is going through. All we can do right now is trust her to make the right decisions. Which means, Natasha, you need to stop being so cold towards her. If it turns out that she's been taking advantage of me, then fine. We'll deal with it. But you don't know for sure that she is."

"Okay then," the redhead nodded her own head, turning to face outside the window into the dark blue horizon before them, "you're the Captain."

Another twenty minutes passed by of bittersweet silence. Whilst it is nice to have a relaxing moment, everyone in the car knew that the likelihood of it lasting long wasn't very high. The car came to a stop but AS09 didn't know whether they'd actually arrived or if they were just making another pit stop and so she didn't bother to stir awake, figuring someone would announce it to her when they actually arrived.

A minute passed and the inside of the car was pretty silent excusing a couple of scuffling sounds, when the sound of the door opening and slamming shut, appeared amidst the silence a hand that ghosted over hers. A buzz instantaneously passed over her body that had all of her instincts going into red alert, she used her powers to force the hand away from her and then she sat straight up, pulling her legs beneath herself and squishing herself as close to the door as she could.

She stared wide eyed at Steve whose expression mirrored hers, he didn't think she'd feel so threatened just with them. Clearly it didn't matter who she was with, the poor girl always felt threatened. It painted more of an image in Steve's head of how she'd grown up and it only strengthened the thoughts he'd shared with Natasha earlier, completely solidifying his decision to trust her until she showed signs of being untrustable.

"I'm sorry," he apologised, holding his hands up in the air.

After assessing where she was and who was around her she calmed down though her breathing still pumped her chest in and out at a rapid pace. Natasha had left the car, that was the door slam. Steve was just trying to wake her up, that was the hand that touched hers. She was fine. "No, I'm sorry. Did I hurt your hand?"

He showed her his hand, clenching it into a fist before opening it up again and offering it to her again. Slowly, like the way someone offered their hand to a wild animal, trying not to seem threatening so that the beast wouldn't end up biting their hand off. Gingerly she reached out and caressed the hand herself, it was solid and the usual colour, unharmed. "I'm a super soldier," he said, "it'll take a lot more to hurt me, don't worry."

Steve wasn't showing off, he was telling her that she didn't need to be scared of accidentally hurting him. It was clear to him that for someone who felt like a weapon, it only made sense that they'd be scared of hurting the people they care about.

"What's a super soldier?" AS09 questioned, changing the subject but the new relaxed tone in her voice told Steve he had comforted her with what he'd said.

"A very, very, long time ago I was injected with this serum that enhances my abilities. I'm stronger, faster. I can't explain the science of it all to you, just the basics." He looked out the window, only able to see silhouettes of buildings, "and this is where it all began."

AS09 also moved to look outside, able to identify they were surrounded by numerous small buildings, some bunkers. Natasha was walking outside as well, scouting the area. "Shall we go then?" She asked Steve, turning her hand around in his so that she could hold it. He didn't look exactly pleased to be back, he seemed almost sad but AS09 could tell it wasn't the location he was sad about.

He put on a smile for her and nodded his head, their hands split up and the two exited the vehicle. They were able to get a much clearer view of the grounds once outside of the car.

"You sure this is where the file came from?" Natasha asked Freckles once the pair joined them outside.

"Yeah."

"So did I," Steve commented, feeling a tad nostalgic as he looked around. In his mind he was able to connect every location to a memory, practically able to see his past self running around. It was back when he was much smaller though, unable to breathe from all the running and training he'd been doing.

"Changed much?"

"A little."

Natasha pulled out a small device and began to wander around, holding the device up to scan around. Steve walked around as well, his mind more on familiarising himself with the location once more. AS09 stood back, not really equipped to do anything else, her attention was fixed on Steve and his expression. She was trying to identify if something was wrong but she couldn't tell, she had no way to understand what he was going through and in some way it frustrated her. She much preferred happy and playful Steve, she didn't like him when he was melancholy.

"This is a deadend," Natasha reluctantly announced, putting away the device. "Zero heat signatures, zero waves, not even radio."

"I guess whoever wrote the file used a router to throw people off," AS09 sighed, placing her cold hands into the pockets of her hoodie. She was growing frustrated with all the dead ends, the more they found the more she felt a little bit hopeless that she'd be able to fully get away from her father and his tyranny. She looked to Steve, feeling quite apologetic that she wasn't able to do anything more. Steve's attention seemed to be taken though as he turned, staring at something behind the building she was stood by. "What is it?"

He didn't give an answer initially, making wide steps towards whatever he'd spotted. Natasha and Freckles followed swiftly behind.

"Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards of the barracks. This building is in the wrong place." The building they stopped in front of did look different to all the other buildings, but it wasn't anything Nat and AS09 would have been able to spot because neither of them were soldiers unlike Steve who seemed to be one of the better ones.

The soldier wasted no time with unlocking the door, showing off how strong he was by bashing the edge of his shield against one of the locks. AS09 sighed in relief when no alarms went off, that would have been the last thing they needed.

Together the trio walked inside the old and dusty building, climbing down some stairs into the underground facility. It became clear the moment they stepped inside that it wasn't an ammunition storing facility. Once they made it to the bottom Natasha managed to locate the light switch, flipping it on and proving that the building definitely wasn't a storing facility.

The room was large with desks evenly placed throughout it, and on the wall across from them was a logo only familiar with two of them. "This is SHIELD," Natasha said, rather surprised to have found something that so closely related to her in such a random location. Though the more she thought about it the clearer it became that it wasn't all that random if it's where Steve was trained as a soldier. She had some idea of the history of the department, like how Captain America had been the driving force behind the making of it.

"Maybe where it started," Steve added, confirming Natasha's thoughts and providing a little bit of info to AS09 who was feeling rather lost, choosing to simply walk behind the two that were investigating their surroundings. If they needed her to fight anyone, she'd jump into action, but until that point she'd come to terms with the fact that she wasn't very useful.

They found a doorway leading somewhere else and entered the room, once again Natasha and Steve were walking in front doing their investigating whilst AS09 drifted behind, looking around at the old surroundings. "There's Stark's father." Natasha suddenly said, breaking through the silence and gaining AS09's attention.

"Howard," Steve said, the name coming out almost as a whisper.

"Who's the girl?" Nat asked, nodding her head to one of the other pictures before turning to Steve but she got no response. The soldier didn't reply and turned to walk further down the room, beginning to explore the book shelves.

AS09 remained staring at the black and white portraits, trying to guess their connections with Steve who had genuinely looked sad after seeing them. Before his emotions had been hard to place, but the look on his face when he saw the pictures was very easy to read for AS09, it was grief. She kept looking from Steve to the pictures, feeling sympathy stretch out inside her like a tired cat.

All the people in the pictures seemed to be staring down at her but her attention was fixed on only one of the photographs, the framed image of Howard Stark was wonky and so she decided to fix it. She climbed up onto the dusty shelf and took a hold of both sides of the frame so she could twist it anti-clockwise and put the picture as straight as the other two.

She jumped back down, wiping harshly against her clothes to try and rid herself of all the dust she'd lathered herself in by climbing onto the shelves.

"Freckles," Steve called, he hadn't noticed what she'd done because he'd been too busy finding something else far more interesting. When she joined the pair once more it seemed Steve had moved a bookshelf to reveal an elevator.

"Jeez, how much further underground can this place go?" She sucked in a breath, beginning to feel a familiar anxiety start to spin in both her stomach and mind. Steve and Natasha stepped into the elevator but AS09 didn't follow, instead her eyes repeatedly darted between the walls.

The elevator was too small. It's shape too familiar. She couldn't go in there. Reason told her it was just an elevator, but every bone in her body shook with the sense that it was something much worse.

"I think I should sit this one out," she tried to say as casually as she could, cringing at the audible strain coming out in her voice, "you guys don't need me for this."

"We don't know what we'll find down there," Natasha responded, arms crossed over her chest.

Natasha may have been a spy but she hadn't gained the skill to read someone as unreadable as AS09 yet, Steve however had coined onto the anxiety straight away. He was about to tell her that she didn't have to but the brunette had already shakingly entered the elevator, trying her best to put on a brave face and pretend like she was completely unaffected. It was a war between her pride and her anxiety, whilst one told her to stay away from the elevator (it was a trap. It was the pit in disguise. It will trap her in there for weeks), her pride didn't want her to look weak in front of Natasha.

It became practically unbearable when the doors closed, though AS09 managed to keep the animalistic roars and sobs inside, she could not stop her breathing from speeding up and becoming louder. She could not stop the whirlwind thoughts and the images that attacked the inside of her mind like pin pricks over and over again, convincing her more and more that it was all over and if she dared to blink she'd find herself back in the darkness of the punishment pit. AS09 tried her best to get back some control from the thoughts, she dug her fingernails so deep into the palm of her hand blood slid down but it was no use. There was no use.

Steve moved quickly without thinking, wrapping his arm around his shoulders and trying his best to provide comfort for her. He wasn't sure if it would work, he'd never seen her become so suddenly vulnerable but he knew that she'd been enjoying the shows of affection he'd introduced to her.

At first AS09 didn't enjoy it, the tightness felt like another layer, another reminder. But then she felt the warmth of his body radiating onto hers, it wasn't like the cold stone walls of the pit. He smelt clean, not filthy like the pit. The extra layer that had wrapped around her shoulders was squishy, perhaps unbreakable like the walls of the pit, but much more comforting. The arm that surrounded her only had kind intentions unlike the darkness of the pit.

"Take deep breaths," he told her, repeating the words his old friend Bucky use to say to him whenever he got nervous and jumpy much like she had. Freckles followed his instructions, forcing her body into submission so she could slow down her breathing, the mist that had begun to fill her mind dissipating and revealing a much preferred clarity. It was an elevator, just an elevator. She was safe in that elevator, she was safe with Steve.

He furthered his touch by beginning to rub gently against her clothed bicep. "You okay?" He asked, he'd kept his voice low, as though he were trying to keep the conversation from Nat and though both knew she could easily see and hear what was happening Natasha had been nice enough to pretend to be ignorant.

AS09 didn't respond, she wasn't at that level yet where she could communicate about her demons with Steve. Half because she was scared he'd begin to hate her again, and half because the past has taught her that no one cared enough to hear. He didn't seem to mind though and instead used his other hand to take a hold of hers, not caring about the tiny amount of blood that dotted his fingers, only concentrating on rubbing his thumb against the back of her hand.

The elevator ride didn't last very long after she'd been able to calm down and once the doors were open she rushed out into the more open space, triggering the lights inside the room to turn on. She closed her eyes, not turning to face the other two until she was able to pretend like everything was fine again. Once AS09 had fully calmed herself down she turned back, a fake smile curving her rose shaded lips. "Well that was fun," she joked, unable to look Steve in the eye when his eyes shone so brightly of concern.

"This can't be the data-point," Natasha commented, turning the conversation away from what happened. It kind of shocked AS09 to see the redhead do something so nice for her, until she managed to convince herself that the only reason Nat did it was to move on from the awkwardness and go back to the mission at hand. It had nothing to do with AS09. Natasha walked forward, "this technology is ancient."

Steve openly sighed, he'd wanted AS09 to open up and maybe allow him to help fight off whatever demons she'd been facing alone but Natasha had also been right to move back onto the mission at hand. Steve followed behind Natasha, leaving AS09 to once again wander behind the pair.

Natasha found a small flash drive port that didn't belong among all the old technology that surrounded them, obviously the location was the data point after all. She pushed in the flash drive into the port which brings the large computer in front of them to life. The next step was to initiate the system on the computer, Natasha was the one to do it. Typing in the keys and cautiously looking back at the screen, wary to see what would happen next but also very curious. "Shall we play a game?" She asked coyly, trying to lighten the intense moment. "It's from a movie that-"

"Yeah, I saw it." Steve interrupted.

"Well I haven't, what's the movie about?" AS09 asked, stepping up closer to the computer with the trio.

"You are never watching that movie," Steve said before Natasha could go on to explain, a finality in his voice that AS09 couldn't argue against.

"Rogers, Steven. Born 1918." An accented voice begins to speak from the computer, surprising all three of them and forcing their heads to turn back to the computer screen where a fuzzy face made from symbols had appeared. "Romanoff, Natalia Alianovna. Born, 1984." The camera on top of the computer moved towards AS09, "Experiment AS09, you're a long way from home." And then returned back to facing forward, not giving any information on the assassin that she would have liked.

"It's some kind of a recording," Natasha questioned only to have the computer instantly dispute against her theory.

"I am not a recording, Fräulein. I may not be the man I was when the Captain took me prisoner in 1945, but I am." The computer screen displayed a picture of a short and chubby bald man with glasses on his face, the man did not look very happy in the photograph.

"Do you know this thing?" Natasha asked.

Steve began to wander around the room, confusion evident on his face as he began to wander around the room. "Arnim Zola was a German scientist who worked for the Red Skull. He's been dead for years," he explained as he tried to spot anything human in the room, but all there was were thousands of data banks.

"First correction, I am Swiss. Second, look around you. I have never been more alive." Both Natasha and AS09 looked around the room, only just beginning to wrap their minds around what they were seeing. "In 1972 I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body, my mind, however, that was worth saving on two hundred thousand feet of data banks. You are standing in my brain."

"Ew," AS09 commented, though she was still amazed by the scientists achievement.

Steve finished his walk around the room, coming to stand by Natasha's side once again, "how did you get here?"

"Invited."

Natasha searched her mind, trying to recall from the history of SHIELD what Zola could be talking about, it took the smart agent only a few seconds and then she explained it to Steve. "It was Operation Paperclip after World War II. SHIELD recruited German scientists with strategic value."

"They thought I could help their cause. I also helped my own." Zola explained. Even though it was just a computer, the snark in the AI's voice was almost insultingly clear. Insulting for Steve only though.

"HYDRA died with the Red Skull." Steve argued, patience already wearing thin.

"Cut off one head, two more shall take its place." On the screen it showed a symbol of a skull with tentacles reaching out, AS09 could recall seeing that symbol a lot in her base, mostly on the uniforms of her guards. That's when she realised that she must have been on the same team as the AI before her which explained why it had said what it did to her.

"Prove it." The soldier demanded, not ready to believe that everything he fought for, everything he died for, was nothing in the grand scheme of things.

"Accessing archive." The computer screen began to play old footage of Johann Schmidt, the Red Skull, "HYDRA was founded on the belief that humanity could not be trusted with its own freedom. What we did not realize, was that if you try to take that freedom, they resist. The war taught us much. Humanity needed to surrender its freedom willingly." AS09's attention was captivated by the images that played on the screen, able to recognise Steve immediately even when he had his helmet on. It was weird seeing him in such olden time footage, but her heart swelled at the footage that played, it was him being a captain, saving lives and fighting. "After the war, SHIELD was founded," on the screen appeared the people they'd earlier seen framed, "and I was recruited. The new HYDRA grew. A beautiful parasite inside SHIELD. For seventy years HYDRA has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war. And when history did not cooperate, history was changed." Images flashed on the screen, images of the Winter Soldier and images of AS09. At those the brunette looked downward, uncomfortable with Steve seeing those images for some reason.

"That's impossible, SHIELD would have stopped you."

"Accidents will happen." The computer argued, showing an image of a newspaper with the headline 'Howard and Maria Stark Die in Car Accident, Daughter Disappears'. Everyone in the room coined on that it mustn't have been a car accident after all, Hydra had been the one behind it. "HYDRA created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security. Once the purification process is complete, HYDRA's new world order will arise. We won, Captain. Your death amounts to the same as your Life; a zero sum."

Out of rage Steve raised his fist and brought it forth with enough force to crack the screen completely, he refused to use the shield, he wanted the hit to be more personal. AS09 could see the rage burning in his eyes, the pain, and so she did the only thing she knew and took a hold of his hand. She'd been the one to teach him how to comfort in such a way, but she was still nervous that he'd tug away from her. She was Hydra, she'd understand if he pulled away. Thankfully he didn't, instead he tightened his grip in her hand and allowed her to rub her other hand against the knuckles he'd just used against the computer screen. There was no damage done obviously but AS09 still wanted to be sure.

It wasn't long before Zola appeared once more on a different screen, "as I was saying…"

He didn't give a damn about whatever Zola had to say anymore, Steve just wanted answers and so he charged over to the smaller screen the AI was now appearing on, "what's on this drive?"

"Project Insight requires insight. So I wrote an algorithm."

"What kind of algorithm? What does it do?" Natasha asked.

"The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it." Behind them the doors began to close, Steve jumped forward and tried to throw his shield in between the closing doors but he was too late, the doors shut and the shield bounced back to him.

Meanwhile Natasha pulled out the device she'd been using to scan the area before, though AS09 wasn't able to see what was on the screen, she was able to see Natasha's expression which looked very panicked. "Steve, we got a bogey. Short range ballistic. 30 seconds tops."

"Who fired it?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D."

"I am afraid I have been stalling, Captain. Admit it, it's better this way. We're both of us, out of time." As he spoke no one paid any mind. Natasha grabbed a hold of the flash drive whilst Steve found a way for them to get out or at least protect themselves. He noticed a small opening on the ground and threw the metal grate blocking them from it to side, just as all three of them slipped in the bogey hit.

The ground quaked and rubble mixed with dust collapsed on top of them in a heap, Steve held his shield up and tried to cover Natasha and Freckles with his body to keep them from harm but it turned out he didn't need to. He'd had his eyes closed but a bright light could be seen, he slowly opened them to find that AS09 had created a forcefield around them. The strain was apparent on her face though. Even though the effects of the explosion only lasted mere seconds, with the weight that AS09 fought off it soon became too much. Blood began to seep from her nose and ears, a fog growing in her mind that threatened the loss of consciousness but she thought hard against it. She wouldn't let Steve die.

If the intensity of the situation wasn't weighing down on her (as well as the pile of broken building and dirt) AS09 might have actually laughed. For the first time in her life she was actually trying to save someone's life.

"Freckles," he said her name softly and with disbelief, barely audible over the sound of rubble crashing down on top of them.

"Get ready," she replied, ignoring his concern, "once I drop this forcefield rubble with fall on us but we've got to get out of here now." He nodded his head, "I'll try use my powers to keep the rubble up so you can use your strength to dig us out, but I'm weak. I've never used this much power before." She was beginning to hate the restriction her father had put on her power use now, because if she'd had the necessary practice she probably would have been able to get them out of the mess they were in with ease.

"It's okay," he attempted to soothe, wanting her to let down the forcefield quickly because signs of weakness were becoming more and more visible on her body. She'd become paler and her posture seemed to have slackened, not to mention the copious amounts of blood pouring from her. "Just leave the rest to me."

Steve managed to force one of the rubble pieces away from them, thankfully creating an exit for them to get out of with ease. AS09 busied herself by grabbing Natasha and pushing her forward, knowing that Steve would want his friend safe as well, what she didn't realise until she felt how limp the redhead was that Natasha had fainted. "Steve," she called out, "you're going to have to carry her out."

"What about you?" He said as he quickly grabbed Natasha, pulling her into his arms and lifting her up off the floor.

"I'll be fine, I'm a strong girl." She laughed, the chuckle being replaced quickly by a coughing fit. "Now move, they'll be sending in the search party very soon." AS09 struggled to find balance once she actually managed to stand up, having to pause for a moment to rest against a rock until the world stopped spinning. Once she was able to concentrate on the path ahead of her she returned to attempting to walk without fainting, wiping away all the blood she felt on her body as she did.

A/N: BONJOUR! How's everyones Sunday going? If it's going bad, I'm very sorry, hopefully this chapter will have made it better cause there's a lot that happens in it. AS09 saves people, I'm so proud of her, look at her growing up before our very eyes! Also, holy cheeseballs, we're at chapter ten. I know no one really knows me, but I really suck with finishing stories, I really suck with writing past three chapters and have over 200 unfinished stories/plans on my google drive. So a big clap for me. I've actually finished part one so, also applause for that please and thank you.

To Guest, hello! Thank you for your compliment! I'm so happy you're enjoying it!

To BlueBloodsSVUOrder, oh yeah definitely, she doesn't know just how amazing junk food is but one day she will. Maybe with another character she can have a take away night or something where they just order a shit tonne of food and she gets to discover all these different types like chinese, curries, etc etc etc.

Sam0728, you have no idea how much I wish I could just publish all the chapters I've written so far but I feel like it's better for everyone if I have a set day I can publish and a few chapters already written in case there's a week where I can't write at least there's still something for me to publish, yknow? But I still really enjoy doing weeks where I post two chapters, and I'll certainly do more. I'm pretty sure I'll end up throwing out a few the week before Infinity Wars as like a celebration.

And a big thank you to everyone else that read and favourites and stuffs, you're a big help for my motivation too!