Armed with new information, Eclypsa wanted to help the resistance out there. She knew that one had to exist; no tyrannical usurpation occurs quietly. Also the fact that James was sent out daily to find and kill Captain America said something. If the deadliest man she's ever known couldn't kill this Captain America, there was something to be said about that man's abilities. An idea occurred. She could write all this down and have to deliver to the world via her last patient. The last woman was due to be discharged any day now. She wrote everything that she knew down and included her location and instructions on how to contact her again. Eclypsa gave the letter to her patient with strict instructions to keep it secret and give it to someone who could give it to an Officer King- a dedicated officer who she knew would never desert his duty and would still be around. Hopefully. The patient was escorted out and she was left in the doorway of the partially destroyed hospital illuminated by the glow of the setting sun.
Eclypsa took a shower and sat feeling adrift. She didn't know what she was doing, she was no spy, no warrior. She was a healer but she had to do something and hopefully it was enough. A knock made her come back to reality and she yelled, "It's open!" At the door. Bane ducked in and her heart froze. "What do you want?" She asked, mouth dry as he sat down at her dinner table. Did he find the note?
"I want you to come see the city with me," he said through his mask. Eclypsa bit her lip. She did want to see the city but she didn't want to be alone with him. In the end curiosity won and she stood and said, "Let's go then."
Bane led her out and they went to the front of the building where a motorcycle waited. "No. Absolutely not," she dug in her heels. She was not going that close to frigging Bane. Bane grabbed her hand and led her to the bike. "Get on," he growled and Eclypsa summoning her courage sat far away behind him, choosing to hold underneath her seat instead of his waist. With a twist of the throttle, they roared away with Eclypsa almost falling off.
"Dickhead," she thought, he was doing on purpose so she would hold onto him. She rolled her eyes and looked around. She was horrified; she knew the city was in rough shape thanks to the news but it was like the setting of a post apocalyptic novel. Streets were filled with debris, stores and homes were sacked and looted, everywhere she looked, she couldn't find a soul.
"Where is everyone?" She whispered. They stopped in front of the destroyed Washington monument, the once proud white obelisk was merely a stump. Eclypsa walked to the Smithsonian braced for the worst. Inside it was just as she suspected. Priceless artifacts and antiques were taken or destroyed. Eclypsa's heart broke a little. She used to study here. She heard Bane's breathing through his horrid mask and blinked hard.
"Why'd you bring me here? I don't want to see this!" She turned to him accusingly. "I'm merely showing you the depravity of worthless humans. Look how they have stolen and vandalized history." He replied. "Not everyone is like that. I'm not like that," she shot back. "No you are not. Society needs people like you and me. Not them."
Eclypsa sighed irately, "Just stop. Stop trying to convince me. Stop trying to make me see your side of the view. I get it. I just do not agree with it and I will never agree." Bane shook his head and reached out to stroke her face but Eclypsa smacked his hand away and took a step back but unfortunately slipped on some rubble. Bane grabbed her and held her against him firmly.
Eclypsa tried hard not to panic but was very very hard not to. Bane had never touched her so-shiver-intimately before. She tried to wriggle out but his grip was too tight, his frame was too big, she tried not to hyperventilate. "Uh thanks. I can stand now," she said awkwardly. Eclypsa figured being polite to the man who could snap her like a twig was the best policy right now.
Bane just held her. One hand moved, though she was firmly in his grip, Eclypsa still managed a jump of shock. He moved his large heavy hand up and down her back. "If he thinks this is soothing, he is so wrong!" Eclypsa thought, panicking for real now. "Are you sure, you are all right? You're still so tense," he rumbled. "I think it is established that I will not harm you. If I wanted, you would have been disposed of much sooner."
Gunfire exploded and Eclypsa was never so happy to hear the sounds of guns. Bane let her go and swept her behind him. Eclypsa immediately stumbled away and sprinted to the motorcycle. There was no way in hell she was sticking around. Without seeing what was happened to Bane, she tore out of the building, straight into Barsad who handed her off to some men to take her back to the hospital. Eclypsa almost cried in frustration: she was so close to freedom.