The only thing that stops me from snapping at Tony- what, I'm not sure, just aware of the pressure in my jaw as I got ready to bite out words I hadn't at all thought through- is McCoy's question.
"He's one of the most brutally efficient fighters I've ever seen," I answer, keeping my gaze fixed and level on the doctor.
"And if he wakes up in this room, even missing an arm, he won't need to equip himself with a weapon to amass a body count." Unless there's someone here to stop him, and I know doctors aren't usually fond of that scenario.
"The Winter Soldier was trained to be ruthless and not to ask questions. He... They broke down all the parts of him, of Bucky, that made him a hero and a good soldier and used the skills that were left to make him a weapon." The pressure is still there but it's not just in my jaw. It's in my shoulders and my chest, squeezing. I'm not shaking, because I... don't. That's just never been a physical response I had to trauma, or anger, or... It just isn't. I think this may be what it feels like, though. To be shaking apart on the inside. I've got to keep it together.
How the hell did this happen.
"But they couldn't erase the person that was there before, just bury him. He slipped his handlers a few times over the years, he went off-target. That's when they'd redouble the conditioning. You have to understand, this went on for decades." Decades I was asleep in the ice. What a joke.
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Date: 2012-05-23 08:03 pm (UTC)"He's one of the most brutally efficient fighters I've ever seen," I answer, keeping my gaze fixed and level on the doctor.
"And if he wakes up in this room, even missing an arm, he won't need to equip himself with a weapon to amass a body count." Unless there's someone here to stop him, and I know doctors aren't usually fond of that scenario.
"The Winter Soldier was trained to be ruthless and not to ask questions. He... They broke down all the parts of him, of Bucky, that made him a hero and a good soldier and used the skills that were left to make him a weapon." The pressure is still there but it's not just in my jaw. It's in my shoulders and my chest, squeezing. I'm not shaking, because I... don't. That's just never been a physical response I had to trauma, or anger, or... It just isn't. I think this may be what it feels like, though. To be shaking apart on the inside. I've got to keep it together.
How the hell did this happen.
"But they couldn't erase the person that was there before, just bury him. He slipped his handlers a few times over the years, he went off-target. That's when they'd redouble the conditioning. You have to understand, this went on for decades." Decades I was asleep in the ice. What a joke.