“No, no you’re lying. Tell me it’s not true, Astrid.” His fists were clenched as he stared at me. I could see the hurt in his eyes, almost as clearly as I could see color. My eyes started welling with tears as I attempted to explain.

“You don’t understand how much I wanted to tell you, Finn, but I couldn’t. I shouldn’t even be telling you right now, we aren’t allowed to! I couldn’t risk hurting you-“

“Haven’t you hurt me enough already? You’ve been lying to me since we met. Do you even _have_ a job?” I couldn’t say anything, my mouth dry, feeling like it was glued shut. My head was pounding and my hands were shaking as he just nods in understanding. “I can’t believe this.”

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I never wanted this to happen. How was I supposed to know this would happen?”

“You should know that your actions could cause so many problems. You and your little friends _killed_ 7 people! And you still think you’re doing something good in that stupid government building.” His voice keeps getting louder as he starts pacing the room.

“Those people were a threat!”

“A threat to who? Your precious little commander? That asshole can handle himself just fine. Those people weren’t even doing anything wrong! They were just outside the building!”

“We had heard news of a bomb threat.” I began, my voice low. “We had to-“

“You heard that from who? Was there even a bomb that you found when you killed them?”

I took a step toward him, putting my hand on his shoulder to stop his pacing. “Finny, please-“

“Don’t touch me,” he shoved my hand away. “And don’t call me that. Astrid could call me that. You- I don’t even know who you are anymore.” He gets his jacket from the couch, starting towards the door.

“Finn please! We’re helping people! We’re good guys!” I pleaded.

“No. You think you are. But you’re the villains. We’re done, Astrid.” He opens the door and slams it shut in my face. I sink to the floor, tears flowing from my eyes as I let out a scream and dig my nails into my palms, drawing blood. My head is whirling, and my throat is burning from crying I can’t tell how long I stay there. But when I finally get up, my head is clearer, my hands not so much.

Maybe that’s what I want. Maybe it’s what i’ve wanted all along.

If he wants a villain, i’ll show him a villain.