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Fill: And I Am Always with You, Part 8

[lauralot]

Nicholas J. Fury’s car is hurtling through the air.

A wave of heat and debris from the explosive disc the asset launched at the vehicle passes over him, fluttering through his hair. The mask and goggles shield him from any damage, and he does not bother to step aside until he must either move or be crushed. To react otherwise would be an unnecessary waste of energy.

HYDRA was right when they said this mission would be simple. HYDRA is always right.

It was less simple for the assailants pursuing Nicholas J. Fury before the asset acted. He watched the mess they made of things before it was clear he would have to step in. Even with their disguises, they have created more of a scene than even the Soldier’s actions can manage.

It doesn’t matter. The mission will succeed and HYDRA will be able to cover the damage as they always do. The asset does not believe he has ever been asked to operate so publically, but it doesn’t concern him because HYDRA knows what they’re doing and because weapons do not feel concern.

The vehicle skids a stop and the Soldier approaches it, braced for any attack on the part of Nicholas J. Fury, although at this point it’s unlikely the target is capable of retaliation. The smoke fogs his goggles, but not badly enough to prevent him from seeing, nor enough for him to expend the effort to wipe them. The stronger arm clamps onto the door and a tug sends it flying from its hinges.

The mission is not inside. In his place is a hole carved through the asphalt of the street, still burning hot at the edges. The asset stares.

[искусный]

He drops down the hole, weapon ready, landing in a defensive stance as he surveys his surroundings. This is a sewer. His mission is in the sewer and the Soldier will have no trouble tracking him.

But his handlers will not want him to disappear with no warning, even to complete a mission. They will have to come looking for him in the tunnels and it will inconvenience them and earn him punishment. And he can track a target after the fact as easily as he can track one while it flees.

Nicholas J. Fury will be eliminated quickly enough. The asset never fails.

*

It is night.

He has traded out the goggles for eye paint to prevent any glare as the sun sets without compromising the quality of vision in dimmer conditions. The jacket which concealed the stronger arm has also been replaced with a tactical vest, allowing a wider range of motion.

His mission is not so искусный after all. He avoids the window, but he does not direct another man who is not the mission away from it, and the Soldier uses that man's eye line to gauge Nicholas J. Fury's location.

The Soldier aims. He has learned not to hear the voice whispering “stop” over the years. He takes the shots, один, два, три. Inside, Nicholas J. Fury must crumple. The asset watches until the man who is not the mission is staring up at him through the window, then turns to leave.

Glass shatters in the distance as he runs, and behind the Soldier’s mask, his mouth twitches

[улыбается]

as he realizes the man who is not his mission means to pursue him, running through the building below. He will never catch the asset. He would be too slow even without doors, walls, and glass as obstacles.

But he is keeping pace, and as the Soldier jumps from one roof to the next, rolling to lessen the impact of the landing, he hears another window shatter. He is running again and there is impact behind him, a soft zing in the air, and he turns, metal arm catching a metal shield.

There is no expected vibration through the shield when the asset grabs it. Is he simply not perceiving it? Is his arm malfunctioning? He thinks the shield will not vibrate no matter what, but he does not know why he thinks this or why he is thinking at all.

His eyes land on the man-not-the-mission before he can devote much more attention to the shield.

The Soldier has been trained not to respond to temperatures, but the world is suddenly cold, cold as the cryo-tank.

There is a rush of

[чувство, знакомство]

sensation that the asset cannot name. His body is suddenly heavy, eyes faintly stinging as if the paint has run into them, but there is no perspiration on his face to cause it to run. The whispers in his mind are louder, buzzing with words he doesn’t know, a language he does not think in, there is a second voice he cannot recall, and the cadence of the words makes him dizzy, gives him

[страстное желание]

a wave of vertigo and even though the Soldier is not close enough to the roof’s edge to fall, the threat of doing so seems imminent.

The encounter lasts a few seconds, but the few seconds are an eternity. The asset throws the shield at the man-not-the-mission, turns to run without looking back. The shield will either knock the man-not-the-mission down or shove him back if he catches it—he thinks the man will catch it and why is he still thinking?—and either way the Soldier will have time to lose his pursuit.

He heads toward the bank vault serving as his rendezvous point. His mind drifts to the man-not-the-mission another time, but the asset stops that by slamming himself about the head. The mission is over. The man is not his mission. All of these things will be wiped away and the Soldier will not dwell on it until that occurs.

They are happy when he returns with a mission report of success. He has been very good, they say. They do not put him to sleep yet because HYDRA’s newest mission is very important, the most important they have ever had, and they need to be ready if they need his help again. The one named Rumlow smirks and strokes his hair, and the Soldier does not move, does not shy away from any touch that comes from HYDRA, hard or soft. The handler—commander, master—named Pierce tells him his contributions have been invaluable.

The asset knows that weapons are not meant to feel, but he feels content.