At her sudden question, he turned his head from the window he had been peering out and stared at her. His blue eyes were dark even if his facial expression was blank of emotion, and he raised an eyebrow under the rim of his ballcap as if to ask her why she would even need to voice such a question in the first place. Odd how he didn't know how to answer that question anymore except to quantify his body as he once had for the scientists. An ache here, a clicking in his arm there, all else well. Emotions had never been part of the exam; emotions made him erratic they told him.
When he realized he hadn't answered her question at all, he finally just shrugged his broad muscled shoulders and went back to the window as she began to drive. "Everything is in working order," he finally settled with and rested his hands and forearms in his lap to keep them in sight to ease her mind on what he might do with them.
Sitting in silence actually didn't bother him at all because he had lived most of his life as the Winter Soldier in silence, where his thoughts and opinions meant nothing. He spoke when spoken to, replied when ordered. It had been the ultimate structure actually, an easy life where getting in close to the target was the hardest part of his mission. When he had lost it, he had chosen her as her new power structure because she was the one who had proven herself resilient enough to be able to pound him down if she thought him out of control. She was the friend of the past, the tie to a life he couldn't particularly remember.
The music didn't grate on his nerves, but it was novel. Music wasn't really part of his life, just the life that he had wedged himself into momentarily when he killed sometimes. He looked out at the roads and people that they passed. "Where are you taking me?"
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When he realized he hadn't answered her question at all, he finally just shrugged his broad muscled shoulders and went back to the window as she began to drive. "Everything is in working order," he finally settled with and rested his hands and forearms in his lap to keep them in sight to ease her mind on what he might do with them.
Sitting in silence actually didn't bother him at all because he had lived most of his life as the Winter Soldier in silence, where his thoughts and opinions meant nothing. He spoke when spoken to, replied when ordered. It had been the ultimate structure actually, an easy life where getting in close to the target was the hardest part of his mission. When he had lost it, he had chosen her as her new power structure because she was the one who had proven herself resilient enough to be able to pound him down if she thought him out of control. She was the friend of the past, the tie to a life he couldn't particularly remember.
The music didn't grate on his nerves, but it was novel. Music wasn't really part of his life, just the life that he had wedged himself into momentarily when he killed sometimes. He looked out at the roads and people that they passed. "Where are you taking me?"