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He was restless. He could sense them drawing closer to his hiding spot. These mortals have been tailing him for weeks, waiting for a good time to strike now that they had observed his habits closely. He knew this, of course. He wasn't the most powerful demigod for nothing. No, he had let them think that they had lulled him into a sense of security but was now, in fact, tenser than ever, knowing that the time of waiting would be over soon. The two mortals that were tailing him had been joined earlier today by three other mortals.
He sighed. He knew he could take them easily even in his blind condition, but he was worried about the destruction that would follow. He hailed a cab. "Highway Marker 89," were the only words that passed between driver and passenger the entire ride. He handed more than double the fee in cash over to the driver and dismounted from the car.
"Ya sure you wan’ta be out ‘ere son? Ain't nothin' ‘round fer miles." The cabbie warned.
The blind man just smiled, though it came out closer to a grimace. "Yes. I have an appointment out here. Don't worry, I won't need a ride back. Thank you for taking me out here."
The cabbie smiled. "Ain’t nothin'."
He turned around as the cabbie drove off and sat down, letting his power over the water molecules in the air to fade away, leaving him totally blind to his surroundings, leaving him alone once more in the complete darkness that he had resided in these last three years he had been on the run. There had been a time when he had people he trusted and when light shone down on him. Some days he yearned for the past, other days he was glad it was gone. Glad he could no longer see. Glad that the mirror no longer showed him his scar-littered body. Glad that he could not see the evidence of her work, even if she didn't wield the knife herself. Or the whips. Or the acid.
A crack of a leaf behind him alerted him to the fact that his tailers had caught up and were once more behind him. He resumed his hold over the water molecules and noted that there were three people on the ground behind him, one person in the sky, and an archer, one of his original tailers, in a tree about thirty paces away. He stood and turned around, his sunglasses hiding his icy, pale, sightless blue eyes from view. He was done with running. Done with fighting.
"Can I help you? I mean, two of you have been following me for weeks, and I would really like to know why. You could have just asked me instead of tailing me. I would have gone with you peacefully. My days of fighting are over." He sighs and sits down on the rock that had been his waiting spot, holding out his wrists in submission.
The female, the second tailer, stepped forward, her partners covering her back with their weapons, though one had a shield hefted up as if to deflect whatever came their way. She bent over him slowly and carefully, then bound his wrists together with zip ties.
“Why?” She demanded.
“Why what?” He asked even though he had a pretty good idea of what she was asking.
“Why give up so easily? S.H.I.E.L.D. claims you are dangerous so why would you not even put up a fight?” Her curiosity had gotten the better of her.
He sighed, for he knew that she would not stop until she had answers. And even then she might not stop. “I am tired of running, tired of looking over my shoulder. If you see me as a threat and have to detain me, at least I won’t have to run anymore.” He sighed again and stood up. “Well, are we going to sit around and chat or are we going to get going? I mean, I have all the time in the world, but I don’t think you do.” A small smile graced his features for a split second before it was gone.