He knew that he wouldn't hold it against her if she told him to go, to leave her in peace and never to return. That file had made it clear that there were layers of emotional, psychological and physical damage done upon him. Maybe he would been deemed insane, but again, the world allowed the Hulk to wander around the world relatively unchecked. He wondered what the full file showed of him, if it listed all his missions, all his erratic struggles, all of the work they had done on him.
He wondered if it told how he had been leashed and muzzled at times and then released to perform a macabre dance where no one stood before him. No target had escaped him, so good at his job as he was knife flashing, trigger pulling, sliding in and out as if he had never been there at all. Some deaths were considered suicides; no one stood against him and lived. Stephanie was the only one physically capable of matching him.
Yet, their first meeting was not something that he remembered, but he felt a sense of longing to. He closed his eyes to try to imagine the setting, the school yard with her flat on her backside, beaten but not broken, glaring defiantly. It was at the tip of his mind. "That's when I was a person," he finally uttered softly.
He might not have given up on her, but she hadn't the history that he did, wasn't the monster he was. He could slide into old habits so easily, knife flashes, enemies falling. "You've read the full file?" He wasn't really this 'Bucky' right now, but he let her believe that if she really wanted to. "You might not like what you find if you stay close. You might realize that it was better to walk away, just point me in the direction of your enemy and let them die with me."
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He wondered if it told how he had been leashed and muzzled at times and then released to perform a macabre dance where no one stood before him. No target had escaped him, so good at his job as he was knife flashing, trigger pulling, sliding in and out as if he had never been there at all. Some deaths were considered suicides; no one stood against him and lived. Stephanie was the only one physically capable of matching him.
Yet, their first meeting was not something that he remembered, but he felt a sense of longing to. He closed his eyes to try to imagine the setting, the school yard with her flat on her backside, beaten but not broken, glaring defiantly. It was at the tip of his mind. "That's when I was a person," he finally uttered softly.
He might not have given up on her, but she hadn't the history that he did, wasn't the monster he was. He could slide into old habits so easily, knife flashes, enemies falling. "You've read the full file?" He wasn't really this 'Bucky' right now, but he let her believe that if she really wanted to. "You might not like what you find if you stay close. You might realize that it was better to walk away, just point me in the direction of your enemy and let them die with me."