[He shrugged his shoulders, aware that a few who were left that hadn't escaped would probably have to talk a bit. However, talking and actually getting the information to work, to hack the system, to pin down all the moving cells within the country. That would take an active agent working against the system, someone he knew how HYDRA worked from the inside. It had to be willing and that was why it probably would never work out unless someone defected.]
Fury was a smart man, paranoid about everything. His secrets have secrets, his back-up plans have back-up plans. He'll I'm sure he has contingency plans sewn into his spare pair of underwear. Anyway... you need a defection, not a torture victim.
[Oh he knew very well that them sleeping together, that one of them slamming the other down and making good on all those silent promises they had made to each other would undo most of his resistance. However, the information would take time; it's why soul bonds were typically young... less information to sort through. He was forty and Rogers ninety-five; that was a lot of baggage to handle.]
Keep wishing then, but it won't work. For whatever reason, our souls bonded, which is probably the biggest middle finger to us both. You hate what I am but you can't hate me. That's a bitch.
Yet we're enjoying it anyway
[He shrugged his shoulders, aware that a few who were left that hadn't escaped would probably have to talk a bit. However, talking and actually getting the information to work, to hack the system, to pin down all the moving cells within the country. That would take an active agent working against the system, someone he knew how HYDRA worked from the inside. It had to be willing and that was why it probably would never work out unless someone defected.]
Fury was a smart man, paranoid about everything. His secrets have secrets, his back-up plans have back-up plans. He'll I'm sure he has contingency plans sewn into his spare pair of underwear. Anyway... you need a defection, not a torture victim.
[Oh he knew very well that them sleeping together, that one of them slamming the other down and making good on all those silent promises they had made to each other would undo most of his resistance. However, the information would take time; it's why soul bonds were typically young... less information to sort through. He was forty and Rogers ninety-five; that was a lot of baggage to handle.]
Keep wishing then, but it won't work. For whatever reason, our souls bonded, which is probably the biggest middle finger to us both. You hate what I am but you can't hate me. That's a bitch.