[The Soldier stood statuesque before the prisoner, rifle in hand, loaded and cocked despite orders to not kill. There's something about this man that disturbs the programming buzzing under his skin, something that unsettles the natural order that confines the Soldier to his duties. Even with his full mask and goggles, The Soldier feels bare- exposed- before this one man.
Maybe it's because the Soldier doesn't know why he was sent for an extraction mission instead of an assassination, because he can hear distant voices in his ear, cries for help that end in a bark of gunfire. Why did this man deserve to live when all the others met terrible ends? It's not his place to question, but the Soldier doubts and he's not entirely sure it's the first time either.
He remembers waking up in the chair, screaming until his voice broke. Mission details about capture and extraction to Siberia. Do not, under any circumstances, kill the target. Holding back had been difficult, not pushing for death at every swing of his knife, but then the Soldier was able to land a few shots he'll be reprimanded for later.
But he did it. The prisoner is here and alive, mostly. The Soldier wants to run, to hand off to the next handler, rather than stand in this awfully small room with a man that unsettles him so deeply, but his orders were to not allow the prisoner to die. So here he is, watching for breathing and consciousness.]
[He feels someone else nearby before he's even fully awake, but that takes a backseat as he takes stock of his body and injuries. He's used to waking up aching and stinging, but after the serum, it didn't happen as much. Sometimes, after big nasty fights, one's where even the Hulk gets tossed around, he wakes up and he still has injuries. It would be masochistic of him to say he kind of missed it, or that revels in the times when he can still the bruises and cuts the next day, but they wouldn't be wrong.
Now isn't one of those times. His body aches but his head feels like someone took out his brain, put it in a blender until smooth, then through the whole blender into the ocean during a storm. He's alive, and functioning, but he's not safe. And that needs to be dealt with.
He doesn't hear any other sounds, but he doesn't allow himself to listen for too long. He opens his eyes and straightens his head, and by the time the room stops spinning, his eyes land on the other presence in the room.
Bucky.
Some of the tension leaves his shoulders, as if his body recognizes safety, home. But that's not right. It nearly got him killed once before, letting his guard down once he saw Bucky's face. He subtly tests his restraints, but he's in no position to try anything yet.
He opens his mouth to speak, but his jaw hurts something fierce. He takes a little extra time to adjust before speaking.]
[The Soldier stands near the door, watching the prisoner return to consciousness with every beat of his heart. He stirs a quiet curiosity in the Soldier, but nothing the Soldier could ever explore. Such a thing is beyond the Soldier's parameters, like the question posed to him. The Soldier doesn't have an answer for the captive and instead shakes its head. No, no water that the Soldier knows about, but that could change. After all, the Soldier can hear footsteps, could be his handlers, who know better than the Soldier.]
Handlers will decide.
[And true to the Soldier's word, two handlers are twisting keys into the door. One faces Steve square on and the other turns to the Soldier.] Back in cold storage for you.
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Capture! lmk if you'd like me to change anything!
Maybe it's because the Soldier doesn't know why he was sent for an extraction mission instead of an assassination, because he can hear distant voices in his ear, cries for help that end in a bark of gunfire. Why did this man deserve to live when all the others met terrible ends? It's not his place to question, but the Soldier doubts and he's not entirely sure it's the first time either.
He remembers waking up in the chair, screaming until his voice broke. Mission details about capture and extraction to Siberia. Do not, under any circumstances, kill the target. Holding back had been difficult, not pushing for death at every swing of his knife, but then the Soldier was able to land a few shots he'll be reprimanded for later.
But he did it. The prisoner is here and alive, mostly. The Soldier wants to run, to hand off to the next handler, rather than stand in this awfully small room with a man that unsettles him so deeply, but his orders were to not allow the prisoner to die. So here he is, watching for breathing and consciousness.]
sorry for the delay! Work got crazy T-T
Now isn't one of those times. His body aches but his head feels like someone took out his brain, put it in a blender until smooth, then through the whole blender into the ocean during a storm. He's alive, and functioning, but he's not safe. And that needs to be dealt with.
He doesn't hear any other sounds, but he doesn't allow himself to listen for too long. He opens his eyes and straightens his head, and by the time the room stops spinning, his eyes land on the other presence in the room.
Bucky.
Some of the tension leaves his shoulders, as if his body recognizes safety, home. But that's not right. It nearly got him killed once before, letting his guard down once he saw Bucky's face. He subtly tests his restraints, but he's in no position to try anything yet.
He opens his mouth to speak, but his jaw hurts something fierce. He takes a little extra time to adjust before speaking.]
"Am I allowed water?"
All good!
Handlers will decide.
[And true to the Soldier's word, two handlers are twisting keys into the door. One faces Steve square on and the other turns to the Soldier.] Back in cold storage for you.
[The Soldier's expresion falls, but it nods.]