He dodges quick, but not quickly enough. There's a little shred in his shirt now, but it doesn't seem to be slowing him down. Unfortunate, but at least he isn't screaming. Yelling would draw bystanders, maybe police, maybe a security force. He needs to go faster, be better.
They will strap him down to the chair and strip him of his clothes, they will soak him to the bone with icy water. Do better, soldier. There is no room for failure in Hydra.
Please, I don't want to fight you, and yes, he's heard that before. Never in this tone, though, never in this context. Steve, he knows that name. You know me.
This is a test.
This is a test.
"I don't know you," he mutters, voice a little raspy from disuse, a desperate sort of conviction like he's trying to convince some onlooker — or perhaps himself. As though to reinforce the point, he drives forward again in a quick onslaught. Thrusts the knife at anything that seems vulnerable; stomach, shoulder, neck. If he can just land one surely this will be over. His window of opportunity on the target is narrow.
no subject
They will strap him down to the chair and strip him of his clothes, they will soak him to the bone with icy water. Do better, soldier. There is no room for failure in Hydra.
Please, I don't want to fight you, and yes, he's heard that before. Never in this tone, though, never in this context. Steve, he knows that name. You know me.
This is a test.
This is a test.
"I don't know you," he mutters, voice a little raspy from disuse, a desperate sort of conviction like he's trying to convince some onlooker — or perhaps himself. As though to reinforce the point, he drives forward again in a quick onslaught. Thrusts the knife at anything that seems vulnerable; stomach, shoulder, neck. If he can just land one surely this will be over. His window of opportunity on the target is narrow.
Do not fail us.