therightagent | (no subject)

Various HYDRA personnel in charge of the Winter Projects have considered different ways of handling the Assets. They have been wiped of their memories time and time again, sent out separately, together, removed from list of active assets and rewritten in. The two of them together are more dangerous, more likely to see cracks in their programming, but they are also better, deadlier together. It proves much more effective to assign them their missions together and use the bond even HYDRA can't erase against them. If one steps out of line, tries to become something more than a tool, the other will be made to suffer.

They're waiting. Much of her work is waiting - waiting for the perfect time, the perfect target. She can spend hours perfectly still, looking at the world through the end of a scope. They've fulfilled their orders and are waiting to be told what they're supposed to do next. The Soldier's gaze keeps slipping towards him (the Captain, they call him, which she understands to mean he is her superior even when nothing else about their missions indicates as such), holding hard against a jittery, confused need to check him over, assure herself that all the blood he's spilled belongs to others, not him, to lecture him about going into fights on his own.

It's an anomaly, a malfunction. Her fingers tap against her leg, a nervous habit that is not characteristic of someone who could barely recognize the emotion. Malfunctions should be reported. But in between confused thoughts when she thinks she almost remembers patching him up after fights (which doesn't make sense, they are trained to stay as intact as possible but HYDRA handles their injuries), she feels the sharp memory of pain and doesn't say anything.

Threaded | Flat

His existence was a constant stream of missions. Time and time again he was sent out to do the work no one else wanted to do--that no one else could do because they didn't have the skill set he had. He was an unstoppable force, most of the time, following orders to the letter without any hesitation.

Unless the other asset was involved.

While they worked better together, were a much deadlier pair when working as a team, the Captain tended to take more risks, act out of usual protocol when he was with her. There was an underlying need to protect and no matter how many times they wiped him and tried again, that need came back.

Resting, back against a wall with his gun across his lap, his eyes were closed as he tried to make his thoughts go blank. It was hard to, though, when he could feel the other glancing at him and there was also the pain. Not all the blood covering his clothes was from his kills, a gunshot wound to the side slowly seeping and soaking the military blacks he wore.

All apart of the job though.

Eyes opening, he glances over at her as her fingers tap, an eyebrow slowly lifting.