lean on the lamp post, far from them on the empty street, your gaze never
leaving his form as you watch your soldier talking to another woman, who was
rather getting a little too handsy with him. Her delicate fingers brushing up
over his prosthetic arm, treating it like a delicate, poor little flower.
disgusts you to no end and your violent mind thinks of all the scenarios where
you’d do anything to keep her away from him. Keep everything, everyone away
from him. But you know he’s only doing his job, the one that HYDRA forced him
there are so many other ways of gathering information. You could have taken
matters in your own hand, but since the Soldier was granted the liberty for
this mission, he thought it could be done without any sort of destruction, which
you would never hesitate to cause.
has been half an hour since they’re talking and as much as you wanted to ignore
the sting in your heart, your brain overtakes your feelings and reminds you
once again that you’re nothing but the protector; you’re here just to keep an
eye on the asset. Any other sort of attachment would cost you both your