There are a lot of scenarios cycling through his mind when he joins the land of the living again. HYDRA. SHIELD. He'd been searching for something, something he'd thought would lead him to answers, to HYDRA or something bigger behind it, but instead he'd found himself on another cold metal table in another lab, and he knew — didn't he? — knew with that desperate, vain, sinking certainty that they'd dragged him back into the dark again.
But he wakes now still remembering that he'd woken before, to an old mattress and no restraints and— some kind of song coming out of the mouth of the man seated across from him. Maybe it isn't his first live performance since 1944; soldiers sing, even HYDRA agents, but an organization like that attracts certain types, and the types that are comfortable enough around HYDRA's deadliest weapon to strike up a song — well, he may not remember much, but he remembers what sadism sounds like coloring the voice. And this isn't that. This is definitely not that.
His brows knit. Seriously. What the hell. ]
Who the hell— [ —are you, presumably, but that's what he manages, voice dry from, y'know, the fact that he's never used it before. ]
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There are a lot of scenarios cycling through his mind when he joins the land of the living again. HYDRA. SHIELD. He'd been searching for something, something he'd thought would lead him to answers, to HYDRA or something bigger behind it, but instead he'd found himself on another cold metal table in another lab, and he knew — didn't he? — knew with that desperate, vain, sinking certainty that they'd dragged him back into the dark again.
But he wakes now still remembering that he'd woken before, to an old mattress and no restraints and— some kind of song coming out of the mouth of the man seated across from him. Maybe it isn't his first live performance since 1944; soldiers sing, even HYDRA agents, but an organization like that attracts certain types, and the types that are comfortable enough around HYDRA's deadliest weapon to strike up a song — well, he may not remember much, but he remembers what sadism sounds like coloring the voice. And this isn't that. This is definitely not that.
His brows knit. Seriously. What the hell. ]
Who the hell— [ —are you, presumably, but that's what he manages, voice dry from, y'know, the fact that he's never used it before. ]