Kalinda was frustrated, feeling back into a corner, and she didn't want to hear any of this. She didn't want to have to think about that. Didn't want to feel any more guilty. Didn't want
To remember.
"I know" she said softly, "just as I know it's my fault. I'm here, which means that for better or worse im back. But I cant...I can't..." And then she started to run. It was the only option she could see to not simply break down and fall into a puddle of self pity. She ran, pulling up her hood as if that could help put a wall between herself and what she was thinking, feeling.she ran, not stopping until she was walking down the street she had lived in the last few years.
As se stepped in the living room, that was when she broke down. She just about fell onto the couch, and curled into a ball. She didn't cry. She closed her eyes tight against tears. She began to reciete a fragment of poetry, something her psychologist had recommended whenever she started to remember, but it didn't work.
crouching, Kalinda looked around the corner, quick darting looks in case there were people there ready to shoot, until she was satisfied it was clear. She had a smoke bomb in one hand, and a gun in the other. Confident in the fact she had her back guarded and it was clear in any case, she strode out, continuing her search. Once more, she checked around a corner, and just as she was about to go around, she was taken from behind.
The familiar voice of the person assigned to be her partner in this job spoke. "You couldn't have turned back when I wanted to, could you?" Something hit her head, her neck, her back, and a blackness fell over her, and she was aware of everything around her, but couldn't react, couldn't move. It felt like there was a pressure on her chest, and her head felt like it would explode.
Things came in and out, voices, sounds, touch. And Kalinda couldn't respond to any of it.
She let out a scream as she jolted up, shaking, her head hurting. Of course. Of course they would want her to see a psychologist, so that if she remembered they would know. Of course they wanted to make sure know one knew. There were spies and traitors in S.h.i.e.l.d. Of course they wouldn't want that known.
Fury rose in her, and she began her destruction of the life she had here. It didn't take long, but Kalinda slowly lost that fury, and began to feel fear. Would any one know? If she went to fury what would he do? No. She wouldn't go to him. Then who?
As if she had to ask. Dumping the pup into a back pack, Kalinda threw a sheet off a motorbike. It was dull but well looked after, and as Kalinda started it, it burst into life. The pup yipped as she started off. She knew one place that Michael would go to after this. Stark mansion, even if he didn't want to go there, she was sure he would.