That she was hiding matters important to her was not something unusual. It was the way of the world as he had seen it so far as he scrambled to regain what had been taken from him. Attachments were generally linked to memories, good or bad. Whatever was in that bag was either actually worth protecting, or she just plain wanted so little to do with him that she would guard anything that he might show an ounce of interest in. Which it was, he didn't know yet, but he planned on finding out little by little. Some of her secrets would definitely remain her own, and he had no intention of taking what was hers. He would probably murder anyone that came after the mad scribblings that were found in several diaries; they might look like insanity to some but they were the keys to putting together all the information that he had gathered and recalled.
As for why he was here, her reaction was plainly childish but he enjoyed the peeks of what could be honest expression. And he knew the name, but sometimes there was dislocation between names and faces for him. He was working on it, but that came and went on any given day. He suspected it was to do with having ten-thousand volts of electricity flow through his brain to erase his memories. Some old attachments of neural pathways would never be his again.
"You move like she does," he replied simply. And yes, there were some physical similarities as well, but his attachment for Natasha was something bone deep. When he thought of the red-head who shot him in the face, the one that tried to garrote him on the streets, the one that drove him off with his own weapon, there was an odd sort of sad comfort. He had old flickers of events that came from a time where Natasha was more Ava's age than the one he had so recently experienced. "I've gone rogue, and I have no intention of going back. If you're the same, we have that in common. I imagine that Natalia is pleased with that, since she started the successful trend."
It was true that he didn't know anything about this young woman or what might be in her head or any extraordinary powers that she might possess. However, unless she killed him outright, he would pursue her and his tracking skills were still of high quality. She would have to sleep eventually, and he knew how to drive someone to the point of exhaustion with paranoia. He wouldn't enjoy such tactics, but he would use them if she gave him no other choice.
Of course, he was far more curious of her statement about Natasha, thinking it over and wondering at the source. It was not yet for him to question it outright; they were still in a mini-stand off as far as he was concerned. She could try to give him the slip at any time, but it seemed that maybe she knew more about Natasha than the simple facts. She might even know intimate details. "Is that what she did to you? Disappoint. Because for her to disappoint you, she had to be disappointed in someone else and I suspect that person was me." Like he was supposed to do something, supposed to take more care, stop pushing the boundaries and stretching the rules... he couldn't remember.
And he valued honesty, which was why all of his statements were currently honest. He had come in search of her after all; it would be best that he offer a limited skill that they were trained in. Honesty was Bucky Barnes; lying was the Winter Soldier's talent.
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As for why he was here, her reaction was plainly childish but he enjoyed the peeks of what could be honest expression. And he knew the name, but sometimes there was dislocation between names and faces for him. He was working on it, but that came and went on any given day. He suspected it was to do with having ten-thousand volts of electricity flow through his brain to erase his memories. Some old attachments of neural pathways would never be his again.
"You move like she does," he replied simply. And yes, there were some physical similarities as well, but his attachment for Natasha was something bone deep. When he thought of the red-head who shot him in the face, the one that tried to garrote him on the streets, the one that drove him off with his own weapon, there was an odd sort of sad comfort. He had old flickers of events that came from a time where Natasha was more Ava's age than the one he had so recently experienced. "I've gone rogue, and I have no intention of going back. If you're the same, we have that in common. I imagine that Natalia is pleased with that, since she started the successful trend."
It was true that he didn't know anything about this young woman or what might be in her head or any extraordinary powers that she might possess. However, unless she killed him outright, he would pursue her and his tracking skills were still of high quality. She would have to sleep eventually, and he knew how to drive someone to the point of exhaustion with paranoia. He wouldn't enjoy such tactics, but he would use them if she gave him no other choice.
Of course, he was far more curious of her statement about Natasha, thinking it over and wondering at the source. It was not yet for him to question it outright; they were still in a mini-stand off as far as he was concerned. She could try to give him the slip at any time, but it seemed that maybe she knew more about Natasha than the simple facts. She might even know intimate details. "Is that what she did to you? Disappoint. Because for her to disappoint you, she had to be disappointed in someone else and I suspect that person was me." Like he was supposed to do something, supposed to take more care, stop pushing the boundaries and stretching the rules... he couldn't remember.
And he valued honesty, which was why all of his statements were currently honest. He had come in search of her after all; it would be best that he offer a limited skill that they were trained in. Honesty was Bucky Barnes; lying was the Winter Soldier's talent.