It's only been a few hours since their session back in the training room. Not long enough for the advanced healing to really kick in, and his body and face are still throbbing in time with his pulse, skin mottled with the bruise splotches.
He did get some hits in on this stranger, but the truth is, the chemical neuro-suppression rounds he witnessed, followed by the chair, took most of the wind from his sails. The other asset is still trembling, eyes dancing around the room as if searching for the escape route that doesn't exist. Sweat still trails down in glistening tracks. A much...easier target to tackle, if the Winter Soldier had been ordered to continue the exercise.
They make eye contact.
"Yes," the Winter Soldier says, not entirely sure why he's wasting his breath on affirmation. "Orders changed from engage to observe."
So no: taking this man out when he's at his most vulnerable isn't on the table anymore.
He continues to make a visual inspection of this new asset, followed by a physical one. His eyes rove, flattened and blue, one swollen over with shining purple; the other, the sclera reddened with burst blood vessels. His touch follows, and on the surface it feels not that different than the techs, the handlers. It's mechanical. No hesitancy as if the Winter Soldier recognizes the man who used to be his best friend. He touches the mag-cuffs, metal fingers brushing against the stranger's skin, still hot with adrenaline and fried nerves from the chair, and for a moment it's almost cooling.
When the Soldier presses chrome fingers against the man's throat, it's soothing, gentle as he knows that this man is valuable to HYDRA to earn the chair. To be able to make even him submit. He smooths back his sweat-streaked hair to peel away one of the electrode pads.
"You spent a long time in the chair," the Winter Soldier remarks. "It shouldn't take that long."
Re: it's perfect~ :3
He did get some hits in on this stranger, but the truth is, the chemical neuro-suppression rounds he witnessed, followed by the chair, took most of the wind from his sails. The other asset is still trembling, eyes dancing around the room as if searching for the escape route that doesn't exist. Sweat still trails down in glistening tracks. A much...easier target to tackle, if the Winter Soldier had been ordered to continue the exercise.
They make eye contact.
"Yes," the Winter Soldier says, not entirely sure why he's wasting his breath on affirmation. "Orders changed from engage to observe."
So no: taking this man out when he's at his most vulnerable isn't on the table anymore.
He continues to make a visual inspection of this new asset, followed by a physical one. His eyes rove, flattened and blue, one swollen over with shining purple; the other, the sclera reddened with burst blood vessels. His touch follows, and on the surface it feels not that different than the techs, the handlers. It's mechanical. No hesitancy as if the Winter Soldier recognizes the man who used to be his best friend. He touches the mag-cuffs, metal fingers brushing against the stranger's skin, still hot with adrenaline and fried nerves from the chair, and for a moment it's almost cooling.
When the Soldier presses chrome fingers against the man's throat, it's soothing, gentle as he knows that this man is valuable to HYDRA to earn the chair. To be able to make even him submit. He smooths back his sweat-streaked hair to peel away one of the electrode pads.
"You spent a long time in the chair," the Winter Soldier remarks. "It shouldn't take that long."