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maarmoreal) wrote2016-10-30 10:26 pm
maarmoreal) wrote2016-10-30 10:26 pm
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they say l o v e is pain, well darling let's h u r t tonight || for natasha_romanoff
The safe house is one that is well hidden and well stocked. It is also, most notably, not on the list of safe houses given to him by HYDRA. How he even knows that it is here, hidden in the backwoods of Romania, isn't something that he is going to question at this point in the game. He needed to get away, needed to no be anywhere near the Unite States, or blonds that made his gut churn. He isn't The Asset anymore, isn't looking to be picked up a few miles off mission by his handlers only to be shoved back into the Chair, isn't--
Mission: Eliminate target. Designated Target: Stev-- Captain Rog-- America. Mission status: ...
He shakes his head, metal hand clenching --spasming-- around the strap of the backpack he had picked up at the airport, the faint whir of the gears familiar and comforting amid the chaos that is rattling around his brain.
The man on the helicarrier...
Mission: Eliminate Steve Ro--
"I'm with you 'till the end of the line"
Those words rattled his bones. Shook something loose in him that didn't want to go back in a cage, didn't want to go back in the Chair.
So he didn't let it.
HYDRA was compromised anyway, not that he cared. He didn't know what he knew right now, didn't care, didn't want--
Breathing out heavily, he pushes back all extra thoughts and focuses on getting up the last few feet of the mountain trail to the safehouse without curling up into a ball under the weight of his own thoughts (were they just his thoughts? He wasn't even sure who he was anymore). It is a relief when he pulls himself over a ledge, the harder way up the mountain but faster, and sees the tiny cabin still tucked away without any signs of someone having been there.
He doesn't want to think about how he even knew it would be here.
There was something in him that urged him here, telling him he would be safe, that this was, this was--
Mission: Training in the Re-- Mission: Training--
Stumbling a bit, he slides towards the cabin, eyes sharp as he surveys the area. Just because it was supposed to be safe, didn't mean that it was. And he wasn't sure how else to proceed, didn't feel right just feeling okay with a place because something left in his fucked up brain told him that he could.
Life wasn't really like that.
So he takes the time, the extra precaution, to scope out the area, somehow knowing what it was supposed to look like untouched. His memories weren't the safest of things (the exhibit in the Smithsonian still hurt, like someone was splitting open his chest and filling it with water and lead), but it went deeper than that here; when he thought he needed to be safe, he knew he could come here.
And he wasn't about to question why.
Mission: Eliminate target. Designated Target: Stev-- Captain Rog-- America. Mission status: ...
He shakes his head, metal hand clenching --spasming-- around the strap of the backpack he had picked up at the airport, the faint whir of the gears familiar and comforting amid the chaos that is rattling around his brain.
The man on the helicarrier...
Mission: Eliminate Steve Ro--
"I'm with you 'till the end of the line"
Those words rattled his bones. Shook something loose in him that didn't want to go back in a cage, didn't want to go back in the Chair.
So he didn't let it.
HYDRA was compromised anyway, not that he cared. He didn't know what he knew right now, didn't care, didn't want--
Breathing out heavily, he pushes back all extra thoughts and focuses on getting up the last few feet of the mountain trail to the safehouse without curling up into a ball under the weight of his own thoughts (were they just his thoughts? He wasn't even sure who he was anymore). It is a relief when he pulls himself over a ledge, the harder way up the mountain but faster, and sees the tiny cabin still tucked away without any signs of someone having been there.
He doesn't want to think about how he even knew it would be here.
There was something in him that urged him here, telling him he would be safe, that this was, this was--
Mission: Training in the Re-- Mission: Training--
Stumbling a bit, he slides towards the cabin, eyes sharp as he surveys the area. Just because it was supposed to be safe, didn't mean that it was. And he wasn't sure how else to proceed, didn't feel right just feeling okay with a place because something left in his fucked up brain told him that he could.
Life wasn't really like that.
So he takes the time, the extra precaution, to scope out the area, somehow knowing what it was supposed to look like untouched. His memories weren't the safest of things (the exhibit in the Smithsonian still hurt, like someone was splitting open his chest and filling it with water and lead), but it went deeper than that here; when he thought he needed to be safe, he knew he could come here.
And he wasn't about to question why.