[That spike of emotion sets off the programming almost instantly. There is no place for emotion in HYDRA, no room for decisions based on them. To do so would betray the very essence of their being: one head chopped off becomes the spawn of three more. The Soldier is no different than a rifle, a weapon, albeit expensive, that is no more than a piece to be thrown into the fray. Not even the atomic bombs were considered essential; redundancies were built into every weapon built, every one of them replaceable. For a handler- no, an imposter- to posit otherwise is downright heresy.
The gears refuse the orders, spit out the pieces it already digested, and sets to burning the earth. Already the foundation of Bucky’s mind is cracking, but the programming digs deeper, claws sharpened to fine edges and white hot as it attempts to dig for the alien presence.
On the surface, the Soldier’s posture shifts back before he launches into an assault, pushing forward into Sam in an effort to knock him off his feet.]
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The gears refuse the orders, spit out the pieces it already digested, and sets to burning the earth. Already the foundation of Bucky’s mind is cracking, but the programming digs deeper, claws sharpened to fine edges and white hot as it attempts to dig for the alien presence.
On the surface, the Soldier’s posture shifts back before he launches into an assault, pushing forward into Sam in an effort to knock him off his feet.]