Prayer of the Refugee
Summary : ToadOC:She saved him,he didn't appreciate it very much,it was an embarrassment to be saved by a weeks together will see them to her organizations base and difficult decisions will have to be non-sue experience.
Warnings: This story is going to contain coarse language, gore, violence, mentions of drug abuse, and sexually explicit content.
Memo: TERRIBLY WRITTEN CHAPTER! I am yet to get back into Toad's character, I will improve though, DO NOT FEAR!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of X-Men, just my originals and this story.
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Chapter oo4
He blanched at the noise and looked over at her. His eyes went wide for half a second before his expression turned feral and angry. "Who tha fuck are you?!"
Natalya held her hands up defensively, "Calm yourself, I am not going to-"
"Maybe ya didn't 'ear me. Who… tha… fuck… are…YOU?!" he spat, plasing heavy emphasis on every word.
"That is not any of your concern, really, I am the person who saved your life, and you need not know more than that."
"Cor, shove it, woman. Tell me who the bloody 'ell you are, or-"
"What, you will fight me? Kill me? You try to fight me in your condition, and your leg will become so damaged I doubt that you would ever walk again. Besides, then you would just be alone."
"No, I-" he stopped, seeming to maul that over, "Yer one o Stryker's, yer not takin' me back." His words sounded calm and even, but his eyes remained feral and wild.
She blinked, then did so again, then realized she was still in uniform. It was no wonder he was so uneasy. But how did he think he had come to be there? Did he think one of the brotherhood had saved him? She knew he was too smart for that, that he knew his comrades better.
"I am not with Stryker, I never really was. I was simply a spy, but that aside, he is dead anyway. The base is gone."
He couldn't help but take notice of the way this strange woman spoke; slowly, strongly, and deliberately. Much the way Magneto tended to speak, but without the.. More… abjective wording.
"Then why are you 'ere?"
She shrugged, "Because that is my pack, that is my sleeping bag, and this is my pile of firewood," she said matter-of-factly, pointing to each thing in turn. There was no real tone to her voice just then. "And you are my charge."
She had a light accent, Russian he guessed. "Why would you 'elp me?" he demanded, suspicion evident in his voice.
She waved her hand as if to wave away his suspicions of her, "Because you needed it." She turned to her bag and started to rummage through it. "Are you in a lot of pain?"
He was, his leg ached, his ribs were bruised, his head throbbed, his throat was raw and sore, but he did not respond to the question.
"Are you allergic to asprin?"
He continued to eye her with suspicion, and she chuckled, tossing the canteen and pill bottle his way. "Take care of yourself then." Despite what she said, she tossed him one of her three MREs. "I am going to go scout to the East for someplace with actual cover. Stay off your damn leg if you ever want to use it again. I am not going to make any moves against you, I only want to help."
Her voice softened towards the end. She hopes to sound sincere, but he only glared after her as she disappeared among the trees, just as suspicious of her intent as he had been. How was she supposed to do this?
There was an old cabin to the west, but she wanted to be a little more sure of Toad before she dared to move there. Both his leg and his intent worried her.
When she got back, he was asleep again. He'd eaten everything in the MRE, and her water was gone so she briefly left again to refill the canteen. She sat with him for about an hour after; he was a fitful sleeper, his nightmares probably stemming from his fever. At least that's what she figured. She held her hand in the snow for a few moments, turning and putting her now half-numbed hand on his forehead. It warmed up almost instantly, but he calmed; opening one eye to stare at her coldly. As if something were her fault.
"Don' touch me, human" he spat, voice rough.
Natalya scowled at him, "Your human too."
He ignored her.
"I am going to check the traps before the sun goes down," she told him tiredly, doubting he cared, "If I do not come back… well," she offered him a grim smile, "You will probably die if I do not return."
No response.
Toad just lay there, sinking into the confines of the sleeping bag when he got irritated with the slow numbing of his face from the cold. Why was she helping him? That was the question to ponder. She had to see him as being valuable for something. Information maybe? But Stryker had forced him to tell all.
But she claimed not to be one of Stryker's minions, but a spy. He could sort of believe that, it didn't seem that Stryker was one to chose a lot of women, and in the uniform she appeared male so long as she wore all of the gear. Regardless of her loyalties though… information was the only thing he could possibly be good for. She would surly realize that he wouldn't fight for her, help her in anyway.
Was her reason for this to befriend him and get him to do what she wanted through loyalty in that respect? She would be wasting her time should that be the case; but then, she wasn't exactly acting friendly.
If anything… she was cold.
He would keep a close eye on her, figure out her plan before she had a chance to enact it.
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