Chapter 7
The doctor Nat and steve all left the room when Tony asked them to.
James was still asleep so Tony didn't really have any problems with him. Thpigh getting him to to the right positions was difficult. Mainly because he didn't want to wake him. He was a sleeping assasssin that was clearly traumatized. It didn't sound like a good idea.
So after Tony took a look at the arm he had gathered a lot of information and was writing it all down when James woke up with a sharp gasp. He looked panicked and not all there. Though that only lasted a few seconds.
All he could feel was cold. It was to cold. The room was at a normal comfortable temperature. It wasn't cold. But he was so cold.
The asset couldn't understand. Yet it forces itself to act calm and collected yet he wasn't. He was a fantastic agent and assasssin. He could fool the one man infront of him.
Once he looked closer at the man he could only see Howard. But he had killed Howard. Je was told to kill Howard. So he did. But if Howard was still alive then that means he failed.
He couldn't Fail. That was his purpose and without that then he is nothing. His handler would put him down. Peirce would have him load the gun and Cock it for him. It couldn't do a simple task.
The asset calmed itself down a moment. Though about a way out if this situation. He could finish the job now. He could kill Howard and no one would have to know.
But then Howard turned around.
It wasn't Howard. He saw this man and got confused. This wasn't supposed to happen. It wasn't supposed to have emotions like this.
Why was he so worried about being put down? If he failed he deserved it. He needed to be wiped again. He was remembering how to feel. This wasn't good. He was compromised. He couldn't stay here long. This man didn't work for Hydra.
How did it end up here?where was here?
The song fell down outside so peacefully. Like nothing really mattered. As if time hadn't stopped the moment he walked in. That blond haired man that always lived in the back of his mind.
Though he could never remember more then the bruises on his face his blond hair and blue eyes and the odd strong emotion he felt when he though about him or the other one he didn't know what it was when he looked in the alley ways in Brooklyn and didn't see him. He didn't know why It checked the alley ways for him and him alone. It made no since to him.
Once he saw Him there he knew it was him. He knew thoughs eye that alway threatened to leave yet never did. The way that it felt to be hugged by him still written In his head.
It always thought that this man was just a malfunction, something that would eventually get him compromised. But right now just seeing him, he felt a feeling wash over him.
He felt like the snow outside. Light and soft. Yet cold and harsh.
He wasn't listening just looking. Star struck. He could tell that the two other men were talking about something. He could see there lips moving. Then they stopped and for a second.
The blond looked a little unhappy. The asset wasn't sure why. He hadnt been listening.
Comeing back to reality. He focused on listening.
"Tony, there has to be a way. We have to get it off of Him."
"So far I can't find anything to get the arm off. Bruceie bear, will be here in about a week he can take a look see if he can find anything I might have missed. If he can't we can take him to Shuri. With Wakanda's tech and me Banner and Shuri we will figure it out. But right now there isn't anything I can do. Though the arm isn't causing him any physically problems. There aren't anything on or in the arm that I could find that could be tracking him either."
"Tony, thank you" he still seemed to be slightly upset but he seemed better.
The asset couldn't help but feel something. It wasn't pleasant. At the thought that his arm was the problem. Tony left soon after and the blond man walked over to him and sat next to him on the bed.