Bᴜᴄᴋʏ Bᴀʀɴᴇs ★ Wɪɴᴛᴇʀ Sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ (serzhant) wrote in themandalay, |
"Maybe. But it doesn't mean that you would have believed them, вдова," he countered. He didn't believe information at face value, unless all the variables were eliminated or there was zero chance that person was lying, and he knew the Widows had been trained to do the same. His use of her title wasn't meant to throw that part of her life in her face; he knew she didn't need a reminder any more than he did, somehow, and yet it also was. His job had been killing, but that didn't mean that -- behind the faceless mask of the Soldier -- he wasn't intelligent. His mind was fractured and incomplete, but he remembered enough. Her words made the corner of his mouth twitch again, his jaw flexing briefly from the motion. He knew she wasn't going to thank him and he didn't see the point in it, nor did he expect it. "You were an Avenger. A whole lot of people think they know you." He looked back at the shop window, their reflections only just visible in the clean glass. "People like us keep secrets. Others don't understand why and never will, but it won't change our reasons for doing so." Whatever her reasons for doubting him, he would not tell others about things that were her business, especially things that hadn't been in the SHIELD files she dumped on the web. He noted her step backwards with a slight shift of his eyes, adjusting quickly to follow her movements. When she turned to leave, he waited after she'd put a few steps between them before he chose to respond. "And why would you be concerned about that?" |