By the time the light outside has retreated behind the mountains and the wind has started picking up around the cabin in the valley and the temperature has dropped significantly. Hwang has retreated into her room, closing the door between them, which Chan Jeol allowed after having checked the room for any potential routes of escape.
The cabin has slowly but surely returned to its original dark and heavy feel, whatever light is making its way through the windows not strong enough to banish the shadows from inside. The once rather comfortable couch is no longer that, but rather creaky and however he trys positioning himself, he can't seem to get comfortable and escape the throbbing pain everywhere.
For the entirety of the day, he spent his time dozing on and off, the painkillers Hwang handed him having allowed him to find rest in sleep. He's eventually forced off the couch by a particularly pestering gust of wind which is set on slamming the door to the cabin against the body of the agent, whom he's been willing to ignore and pretend has not been lying there for hours.
Chan Jeol leaves the sunken couch, slowly making his way toward the entrance to the cabin, ignoring the disarray all around him. The agent is lying on his front, head turned away from him. The gust of wind returns, as if to taunt him, and the door slams onto the agent's body once again. Muttering, he get ready to start hoisting the agent out of the cabin. When he leans down to grab his silver vest for leverage, his heart sinks as he realize the man in front of him is indeed not a one of the strong buffed agents, but the skinny agent, whom he found actually bearable.
Chan Jeol stands there for a minute, still, the only sounds around him is the whistle of the wind, and the pressing solitude of the outside. He hasn't heard a sound from Hwang's room in hours; she must have fallen asleep. At the thought of her and the sight of the agent, his stomach turns, and a knot forms inside of him. The agent died for absolutely nothing, he thinks as the sound the agent made when Hwang thrust him into the ceiling plays in his ears.
Fuelled by a desire to finally close this case, Chan Jeol leans down once again and starts dragging the man out of the cabin. With every move he makes his ribs dig into him, but he dosn't pay them any attention. He's focused on one objective now: return Hwang to the agents to answer some questions.
When the man is finally out of the cabin, Chan Jeol trys to prop him up against the outer wall on the porch. The agents body won't comply, already having turned completely rigid, so he has to admit defeat and leave him lying there.
He stomp back into the cabin and head straight to Hwang's room, opening the door without bothering to knock. The room is completely dark, but he can still make her out lying on the bed under the covers.
"Get up." He tells her, standing in the doorway of the room.
She makes no move to indicate that she has heard him, so Chan Jeol walks up to her bed and looks down at her. She's sleeping.
"Get up. We're leaving." He speaks again, more loudly.
Again, no sign of movement. He grows slightly concerned, wondering if the bandage he wrapped around her earlier has come undone and the bleeding has started again. He walks around the bed and to the side of the bed Maximoff is sleeping on. He frowns, seeing no visible signs of anything being wrong as he lifted the cover.
"Hwang." He trys, but she remains still.
Having grown slightly fearful, he touch her shoulder, trying to rouse her. Her shoulder is warm underneath the sweater, but she's completely limp. He touches her forehead but it's a normal temperature. He checks for a pulse, which he finds and counts as normal if a little on the quick side. Her chest is rising and falling softly. He dares take a look under her sweater to inspect the bandage, but it seems alright to him. He then gose to lift up one of her eyelids, but removes his hand as if he's been burned. Her eyes are moving underneath her eyelids from left to right, rapidly, a soft white glow to them. That is when he notices the cuffs around her wrists are humming loudly, as if working against something.
"Hwang, stop." He trys, his hand coming to rest on the knife he refastened around his thigh.
He feel a sudden presence in the room, one other than his and Maximoff's, and twirls around, knife already in hand. He almost drops the gun when he sees that the presence he felt and who he's currently pointing his knife at is... Hwang. She's standing in the far corner of the room, her eyes white as clouds. He quickly glances over at the other Hwang, still lying in her sweatpants and sweater on the bed, unmoving.
"What?" He asks no one in particular, trying to make sense of the situation.
"We are not going." Hwang in the corner speaks and she makes a glowing white light of magic appear in her right hand, twirling it in his direction. He picks up a litl piece of glass from the ground and trows it at her. Hwang waves lazily with her hand, unfazed.
Without thinking, he point the knife at the Hwang on the bed. He was not going to do enithing, but somehow the idea popped into his head. Other Hwang does apparently not like what he has just done as she shoots a white ball of magic at him which hits him square in the chest, sending him flying onto the wall. He hits it hard, the wind being knocked out of him -again. He sinks down on the floor, seeing stars, the room spinning around him.
A small hand suddenly rests on his shoulder and Chan Jeols vision is focused onto Hwang's -normal Hwang's face in front of his. He quickly swat her hand off him and she retreats slightly, giving him more space with a guilty look on her face.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" She begins, but stops mid-sentence as he trys pushing himself up to standing, but give up not even midway, wheezing. His ribs did not like that.
"I'm so so-" She begins again.
"How did you do that?" He cuts her off breathily, hand over his ribcage. She looks down at him, the guilty look still etched on her face.
"How are your ribs?" She tries diverting.
"Better than ever." I smirk. "How did you do that?"
"I told you, they stop me from physically affecting things." Hwang says, still crouching in front of him, her hair brushing over his knees.
"I'd say that was pretty physical." He mutters, still not daring to move.
"I'm sorry, I-" She says, faltering, her eyes quickly finding his right knee very interesting. "I'm still learning." She finishes quietly."
"Learning?" Chan Jeol repeats, incredulously, making Hwang give out a soft breathy chuckle.
"I'm sorry. Can you stand up?"
"I don't know." He answers honestly, trying to stand up again but having to give up very quickly once more.
"Shit."
"I'm sorry."
"Stop saying that." Chan Jeol huffs, annoyed.
"Sorry, I really didn't mean to hurt you." Hwang says and meets his eyes. It really is starting to mess with his mind how she goes from this; flushed cheeks and soft green eyes to whomever or whatever the hell she is when she's all Eye of Sauron.
"Eyes of Sauron, perhaps." She corrects him, raising one eyebrow. "Ok, not now."
"I guess I did trow glass at... you?" He gives in with a defeated smile and she smiles widely. "That does not mean we're even!"