Don't Follow Your Heart-- Anne

Now - Blonde Boy

He's so blonde.

The Ghost stares in abject fascination at the man as she steps into view. He's blonde. Frost is blonde, but she and the Asset are not. It is not common. Blondes must be the most beautiful kind of people, she thinks. This one is as gorgeous the sun.

The mission and his two friends are on the bridge, and they're about to face off with the Ghost, Frost, and the Asset. (And assorted backup, but they don't really count. Incompetents.)

The man has a...Disk. Sled. Wok. Shield? Frost almost frowns, she is so confused. Then, bullets are flying, and the three soldiers take off at a sprint for the mission.

They fight. He is ridiculously fast. He takes on all three of them at once. The Asset keeps hesitating, for some reasons.

Because of her constant attention to the Asset, that makes Frost hesitate. The Ghost notices, and out of confusion, she stops.

Then, the mission rips off the Asset's mask in a sharp movement, and they all stand still as his beautiful blue eyes go wide. There's a long pause, and then... "Bucky?"

The Asset freezes.

Frost looks at him. What's wrong? Her eyes say, plaintively.

The Ghost is frozen too, gaze riveted on the mission. She feels a strong desire to rip off her own muzzle. She wants him to see her face, and say her name. Even if she doesn't know it.

But she doesn't get the chance. The redhead uses a grenade launcher to blow up the car beside her, and Frost drags her away into the smoke before she has a chance.

"I knew him," the Asset is saying as they hide and wait for Hydra to pick them up. Frost sits next to him and curls her arms around his waist in an unusual gesture of comfort. The brunette soldier stares at the floor and says nothing, though she knows that she should speak up and remind him that they are weapons, not people.

She says nothing because for some inexplicable she feels like she knows that man too.