9

I had been here for two weeks, I had remembered a few other memories, about Pietro, Wanda, and the Soldier.

The Soldier was out with his... I didn't know what the blonde man the called Steve was to him, but I did know that everytime they went out, there was a ninety-two percent chance they would come back to Steve's floor to watch TV and talk or play board games and argue.

I shifted into my original form, my human form, and sat on the couch on Steve's floor.

I chewed on my finger as I started my wait for the Soldier to get back. ...I heard the elevator open and laughter flooded into the apartment.

I was sitting on the couch with my elbows on my thighs and my hands tangled up in my hair.

I heard the talking stop abruptly when the two entered the doorway, "Hound?" I heard the Soldier ask.

I said nothing and did nothing to acknowledge my name.

"Hound?" He asked again,  sounding more cautious.

I spoke this time, my voice sounded raspy and broken, "I knew them," my voice cracked from disuse.

"Who did you know?" The Soldier asked, his voice getting closer, I heard his quiet steps.

"The two on the jet, I knew them..." I told him, my voice still raspy.

I heard his steps stop a few feet in front of me, "I knew them..." I repeated and looked at him, my eyes showing pain and confusion.

"Did you remember your name?" He asked slowly.

I swallowed thickly and looked at him, "I... I think it's Radley..."