In that, it seemed that they could be much the same. He had read reports, mission or progress mostly, and they hadn't never felt as if they actually involved him. It read as the life of someone completely different from who or what he was, never made much of an impression even if it was apparently the action that he had taken while under orders. He had kept those reports because they were his and maybe someday they would eventually fit into the pieces of the puzzle that he was building that happened to be his life.
It was perhaps stranger still to know that there were, to a degree, others out there like him. All of them struggling to regain what had been taken from them. This was perhaps the Red Rooms and HYDRA's legacy. Lives stolen, the attempt at perfect soldiers made.
He watched Ava silently, drinking in the knowledge that she offered perhaps without thinking about how much it might mean to him. The fact of the matter was that he didn't remember any of that, yet what she said didn't ring hollow like some of those other facts that he had read about himself. He could almost smell the rain in his mind's eye, could imagine the smile that would be tossed his way, the elevation of the game, coy and curious.
"Thank you," he said softly and maybe for the first time in a very long time, he actually meant it. When had he forgot sincerity? He closed his eyes, thinking over what she had said and then stepping away as if seeking some manner of privacy but perhaps also giving her that opportunity to up and slip away if she wanted to take it. "I can't... ask her." Natalia he meant. With her came so much other baggage he couldn't yet face. "What do you say to seeking out information on our lives here and there together?"
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It was perhaps stranger still to know that there were, to a degree, others out there like him. All of them struggling to regain what had been taken from them. This was perhaps the Red Rooms and HYDRA's legacy. Lives stolen, the attempt at perfect soldiers made.
He watched Ava silently, drinking in the knowledge that she offered perhaps without thinking about how much it might mean to him. The fact of the matter was that he didn't remember any of that, yet what she said didn't ring hollow like some of those other facts that he had read about himself. He could almost smell the rain in his mind's eye, could imagine the smile that would be tossed his way, the elevation of the game, coy and curious.
"Thank you," he said softly and maybe for the first time in a very long time, he actually meant it. When had he forgot sincerity? He closed his eyes, thinking over what she had said and then stepping away as if seeking some manner of privacy but perhaps also giving her that opportunity to up and slip away if she wanted to take it. "I can't... ask her." Natalia he meant. With her came so much other baggage he couldn't yet face. "What do you say to seeking out information on our lives here and there together?"