Erik recognized the language, but not the words, nor how to reply. All he knew was there were strange men here, again, and that never ended well for him. ”Wer bist du? Was wollen sie?!” he yelled, voice rasping pitifully. The metal in the room, on the men, began to tremble slightly.
Steve knew enough German to tell the kid did not speak English. Thankfully Steve knew enough German to reply. “Ich bin Amerikaner. Ich werde dir helfen. Mein Name ist Steven.” He said inching closer trying not to scare him. Granted Steve’s German wasn’t perfect but he hoped it was good enough. “Nur ruhig bleiben und ich werde euch raus.”
American? Then the guards had been right, the Allies had pushed in from the West and they WERE coming. For a moment, Erik let himself tantalize the idea of being saved. Of freedom. But the man approached again, and Erik held up his hand. ”Stopp. Näher zu kommen nicht!” Unconsciously, he’d already flattened against the wall, fingers splayed on the concrete in an effort to steady himself. ”B-bitte.”
Steve stopped immediately nodding at the boy’s words. “Wir können hier nicht bleiben. Mehr wird kommen. Es gibt Nahrung und Wasser auf der Ebene zurück zu dem amerikanischen Stützpunkt. Sie werden es sicher sein.” Steve hesitated with every sentence trying to remember everything he had learned in such a short amount of time. Thankfully the super soldier’s mind had improved significantly. When the soldier finished speaking four German’s were heard coming down the hall toward their room. They were clearly keen on getting Erik back to finish their work. Steve moved in front of him to protect him and hid them both behind his shield as they fired. The clank of metal on metal was heard followed by the clinks of the bullets hitting the hard floor. Steve looked up and smiled, “Meine dran.”
He threw his shield at the men knocking two to the ground and ran to punch another in the face, knocking him out before catching his shield and hitting the fourth in the face. Easily they were all incapacitated with barely any effort from Steve at all. The soldier turned back to the boy, “Kommen Sie. Es ist nicht sicher.”
Erik stared, fresh shock overcoming that already existing. This man—was he like himself? Special? Eyes still on the nazis on the floor, he stumbled forward, intent to get out now that the opportunity had presented itself.
"Warum hast du sie getötet?" he rasped, "Sie sollte nicht am Leben gelassen, werden." Leaving them alive left a foul taste in his mouth, and he was half tempted to turn around and finish the job. Those men had hurt him, others, destroyed lives, they didn’t deserve to live anymore. "S-Steven, wir müssen sie töten!"
Steve stopped and looked back at the boy shaking his head, [No We cannot. I will not stoop to their level. We kill them and we are no better than them. Come they cannot stop you now. Leave them and we’ll get out of here sooner.” He said motioning for him to follow as he led the way out. [Leave them Erik.] He said fighting his way through the camp releasing prisoners as he went and armed them with the weapons of the dropped Germans. He passed the boy a gun [Do you know how to use one of these?]