Anger's ghost flashes across his face. The next moment the Winter Soldier finds himself suddenly flung into the wall, hard enough that stars spark and swirl: he fights to suck in air through bared teeth. Did he crack a rib? Does he have time to be sure? (That isn't technically maiming according to HYDRA). No time to sit around waiting to see if the new asset has been floored by that kick. Wheezing, the Winter Soldier forces himself away from the wall and forward, circling to the right with quick steps to see that his opponent is...watching. Crouched down, but on his feet in a way that he can surge up easily. There's an unspoken sensation then, as if he's being studied just as much by this man as he has been by his handlers and techs. Even with the Winter Soldier's conditioning, he feels...unease. Discomfort, like he gets whenever he sees a needle or strap.
Trying to get his breathing under control, aware of how even that could be graded by the handlers, the Winter Soldier circles warily around the other man. His eyes burn blue as he sizes him. No visible prosthesis like he has. No visible scars to map out possible past injuries to exploit. Much, much faster than anyone else he ever fought.
Have to get in close. If he could get his neck, get him in a chokehold with his legs around him, then maybe...
Unlike the Captain, the Winter Soldier's approach is much slower and more deliberate. Instead of racing at him, he closes the distance a step at a time. A few paces right; forward. A few paces left; forward. Finally, they are almost within arm's reach. That is when he bursts into motion. The Soldier's deadened eyes suddenly flash, and his combat boot flashes out, aiming right for his opponent's kneecap.
no subject
Unacceptable.
Anger's ghost flashes across his face. The next moment the Winter Soldier finds himself suddenly flung into the wall, hard enough that stars spark and swirl: he fights to suck in air through bared teeth. Did he crack a rib? Does he have time to be sure? (That isn't technically maiming according to HYDRA). No time to sit around waiting to see if the new asset has been floored by that kick. Wheezing, the Winter Soldier forces himself away from the wall and forward, circling to the right with quick steps to see that his opponent is...watching. Crouched down, but on his feet in a way that he can surge up easily. There's an unspoken sensation then, as if he's being studied just as much by this man as he has been by his handlers and techs. Even with the Winter Soldier's conditioning, he feels...unease. Discomfort, like he gets whenever he sees a needle or strap.
Trying to get his breathing under control, aware of how even that could be graded by the handlers, the Winter Soldier circles warily around the other man. His eyes burn blue as he sizes him. No visible prosthesis like he has. No visible scars to map out possible past injuries to exploit. Much, much faster than anyone else he ever fought.
Have to get in close. If he could get his neck, get him in a chokehold with his legs around him, then maybe...
Unlike the Captain, the Winter Soldier's approach is much slower and more deliberate. Instead of racing at him, he closes the distance a step at a time. A few paces right; forward. A few paces left; forward. Finally, they are almost within arm's reach. That is when he bursts into motion. The Soldier's deadened eyes suddenly flash, and his combat boot flashes out, aiming right for his opponent's kneecap.