[No. He can’t let this happen. Something deep inside, beneath the layers and layers of conditioning, tells him to stay, to help this prisoner. Not without him. Not in the fire, not now. The Soldier doesn’t even understand why or how, but he can’t leave Steve behind.
Steve. Steve. That kid from Brooklyn.
The footsteps drum closer and the Soldier doesn’t have much time. Sucking in a breath, he pierces the needle into the torn fabric around the knife wound and unsheathes his knife.
But what is he doing? His mission is to capture, to not kill. A rescue is very much the opposite. He can’t-
The footsteps arrive at the door.]
Not without you.
[And he slices through the zip ties around the prisoner’s wrists before stepping back.]
no subject
Steve. Steve. That kid from Brooklyn.
The footsteps drum closer and the Soldier doesn’t have much time. Sucking in a breath, he pierces the needle into the torn fabric around the knife wound and unsheathes his knife.
But what is he doing? His mission is to capture, to not kill. A rescue is very much the opposite. He can’t-
The footsteps arrive at the door.]
Not without you.
[And he slices through the zip ties around the prisoner’s wrists before stepping back.]