[ She doesn't get a response back. He waits, he bides his time as he tries to make her wonder if he's going to show up or not. The Winter Soldier doesn't need the extra training, to listen to another one like him like this but his body doesn't agree with that. It moves almost independently from his mind, the way he moves about the facility they're kept in between missions as he waits for the next time they place him back in his cryosleep.
His boots are heavy but his footfalls are quiet, lacking in sound as he stalks through like he expects to find her lurking around a corner. He knows that isn't the case, that she told him where she'd be and his body reacted. It said he couldn't keep her waiting any longer.
Once outside, he doesn't react to the cold, the chill of the wind or the bite of the snow in the air. The conditions mean nothing to him, he doesn't feel after all. His cold stare locks onto her after a brief beat of searching and once more, something tugs at him - whether it be his mind or his body or both - almost in recognition. ]
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His boots are heavy but his footfalls are quiet, lacking in sound as he stalks through like he expects to find her lurking around a corner. He knows that isn't the case, that she told him where she'd be and his body reacted. It said he couldn't keep her waiting any longer.
Once outside, he doesn't react to the cold, the chill of the wind or the bite of the snow in the air. The conditions mean nothing to him, he doesn't feel after all. His cold stare locks onto her after a brief beat of searching and once more, something tugs at him - whether it be his mind or his body or both - almost in recognition. ]
Are you ready to lose?