He flinches, too, at the question, the vitriol, the clear pain, all of it. "I failed my mission," he says uncertainly. "Going back was. Ill advised." Then he might be made to try and complete the mission again. He doesn't want that. That want is firm, not wavering. He does not want to hit that target again.
It's still uncomfortable, but it is not something he will give up on either. So here he is, orderless, not entirely sure how to get by in a world he doesn't really remember much about.
"Are you injured," he finally asks. Because they fell out of a window and that looks like pain.
They look at the Asset cautiously. He's the asset, and that's probably bad if they want to stay hidden. Can't imagine Hydra not looking for him. But helping him is the right thing to do. What a hero would do.
...They want to be a hero, right?
"Broke my arm, I think. You got anywhere to go?" They doubt he does.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2024-05-10 03:31 am (UTC)It's still uncomfortable, but it is not something he will give up on either. So here he is, orderless, not entirely sure how to get by in a world he doesn't really remember much about.
"Are you injured," he finally asks. Because they fell out of a window and that looks like pain.
no subject
Date: 2024-07-01 03:02 am (UTC)They look at the Asset cautiously. He's the asset, and that's probably bad if they want to stay hidden. Can't imagine Hydra not looking for him. But helping him is the right thing to do. What a hero would do.
...They want to be a hero, right?
"Broke my arm, I think. You got anywhere to go?" They doubt he does.