The asset hasn't even had any of his coffee yet, just cradling it in both hands. He nods after a beat. He is an assassin. (He's a goddamn wind-up toy, is what he is.)
The second statement earns Five a brief moment of eye contact before his gaze slides away again. That's when he realizes he isn't really surprised. Something about the way the boy moves, and the questions he asks, makes that make sense. "Whose," he asks. "Whose weapon." Not HYDRA, surely. Or... the Red Room? That name seems connected with children who fight, but only the girls.
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He nods after a beat. He is an assassin. (He's a goddamn wind-up toy, is what he is.)
The second statement earns Five a brief moment of eye contact before his gaze slides away again. That's when he realizes he isn't really surprised. Something about the way the boy moves, and the questions he asks, makes that make sense. "Whose," he asks. "Whose weapon." Not HYDRA, surely. Or... the Red Room? That name seems connected with children who fight, but only the girls.