"They hurt us," he insisted, in a desperate and pained tone. Tony didn't know what it felt like to be strapped down and electrocuted until there was nothing in his head but the Soldier.
Over the mask, his blue eyes flicked up to Tony, listening even if his head was messed up. These last six months were hell on Earth for the Captain and his bondmate. This was just making it worse. His gaze shifted from Tony to the hologram, now paused, on the two of them lost in one another. He recognized his face and from the pieces that were peeking out behind his crumbling programming, he knew it was the truth.
"I don't feel like Steve Rogers," he said. "I... I only see pieces."
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Date: 2015-12-17 01:32 am (UTC)Over the mask, his blue eyes flicked up to Tony, listening even if his head was messed up. These last six months were hell on Earth for the Captain and his bondmate. This was just making it worse. His gaze shifted from Tony to the hologram, now paused, on the two of them lost in one another. He recognized his face and from the pieces that were peeking out behind his crumbling programming, he knew it was the truth.
"I don't feel like Steve Rogers," he said. "I... I only see pieces."