"This is your next target." The debriefer coughs and adjusts his tie nervously. "We need this one taken down immediately. Use extreme caution, he is dangerous."
The Ghost narrows her brown eyes. The debriefer has never been so nervous, she thinks. Never. Even though the missions that she has completed before are hidden from though by the constant wipes, she knows.
The Asset has moved closer to the large holographic screen. Splayed across it is everything known about the target, from height (6' 4") to date of birth (circa 1920) to favorite cafe to attend (Stark Tower Cafe). The Asset's face is blank and emotionless, as usual, but there is something like confusion in the tightness of his mouth.
Frost has always been attentive to the Asset's movements; her icy-blue eyes immediately lock onto him as he approaches the screen. All three soldiers are still for a moment, tension in the air.
The debriefer coughs. "Freaks," he mutters, uncomfortable with the way they talk without talking, and the robototic way they all turn to him as he speaks. The Asset tears his eyes away from the screen, Frost turns her gaze from him to the debriefer, and the Ghost gives up trying to figure out why the blonde hair and blue eyes on the screen moves something inside her.
It's time for a mission.
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Don't Follow Your Heart-- Anne
Fanfic.:Marvel Fanfiction:. Once, there was a brunette and a blonde. Little girls, young women, soldiers, victims of brainwashing, or time-displaced heroes-- It didn't matter who they were, or what they were supposed to do. Nothing would ever come between...
