[The Soldier grunts and struggles to move, eyes fixed on where his other handler disappeared. He needs to do something and he can't and that frustration builds the longer he's rooted in place. Behind closed doors, he feels that pull, the sensation of being dragged to his feet and then-
And then it's as if the chains are released. His feet move and he immediately puts space between them, shaking his buzzing head. No. Not a person. Doesn't-
He blinks up in Sam's direction, confused. No this is-
A rewriting of a handler? He's-
Is there a protocol for this? He can't remember. Snow wraps around the exposed gears, freezes the changes in place. Underneath the gears a large jade slate emerges from the snow, covered in names, including Sam's and Rumlow's. However Rumlow's slowly chips away, flakes into dust.
No, he doesn't want to lose any more pieces of himself. Don't-]
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And then it's as if the chains are released. His feet move and he immediately puts space between them, shaking his buzzing head. No. Not a person. Doesn't-
He blinks up in Sam's direction, confused. No this is-
A rewriting of a handler? He's-
Is there a protocol for this? He can't remember. Snow wraps around the exposed gears, freezes the changes in place. Underneath the gears a large jade slate emerges from the snow, covered in names, including Sam's and Rumlow's. However Rumlow's slowly chips away, flakes into dust.
No, he doesn't want to lose any more pieces of himself. Don't-]