Bᴜᴄᴋʏ Bᴀʀɴᴇs ★ Wɪɴᴛᴇʀ Sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ (serzhant) wrote in themandalay, |
Her answer was not what he expected, out of all the possibilities he'd thought of, and his first thought was that it sounded ridiculous. Had she read about his life, until he fell from the train and was presumed dead, and found something similar? Was it because she'd found his name on that wall that she'd told him about? Or was it some strange kind of hero worship, a fascination with a man who didn't even exist now? "Used to be me? What does that mean?" he asked, and his gaze narrowed at her imperceptibly from underneath the dark blue baseball cap. He was back to being uncertain about what she might know, and he wasn't sure where she figured that she was like him at all. His mind was full of hated memories -- of the brainwashing, HYDRA, Russia, the Soviets... but most of all, the endless list of victims because he became the Soldier. "You know nothing about me, besides what the museums print, and that's all exaggeration." He also didn't trust her offer of help as genuine. Regardless of what she said about being more, he didn't know whether he was willing to put his trust in a SHIELD agent, one that could turn around and tell Stark where he was. And as much as he disliked Stark, he didn't want more violence. He just wanted to be left alone and not have Steve caught in the middle of his shit, but he would fight if there was no other option. "How could you help me?" he asked. He hadn't moved at all since he'd turned to face her; his stance was relaxed and comfortable, but that would change in an instant if he felt threatened. |