One of Department X’s sepcailies was brain washing - erasing memories, impaling new ones. Rodchenko, he was the one who made me believe I was a ballerina for several years.
(Winter Soldier #007)
‘You are a spy, not a solider - now you want to wade into a war,’ he turned to look at her, questioning, his eyes burning bright with curiosity. He knew her. He knew her too well to let a comment like that slide. She was trained – trained for combat, for defence. He’d seen the way she fought – her determination, her accuracy, her force. He knew she could fight – fight to save her life, to save her partners life, the people around her. But that was not what she did - not at SHEILD. She wasn’t front line. She didn’t fight to save the day. No. She was a spy. She infiltrated, she went undercover, she interrogated and tortured until she got the information she was looking for. She fought, yes. But only in defence, only to save herself, only to give herself enough time to get the fuck out of there before all hell broke loose. But actively going into a battle - that wasn’t her. And he knew it. He knew there was something wrong, some off, something strange about the whole situation. She had stared down a God, looking him in the eye and asked him to release her friend, her partner, the only family she knew. And he had gotten to her, used it against her. He knew her interrogation techniques. If she didn’t pretend let herself be interrogated, she gave everything away to make it seem like she was co-operating. And now, now he wondered if maybe she had given a little too much away. ‘Why? What did Loki do to you?’
spy not a solider; fic by LyzabethSay
It’s like screaming
And no one can hear
You almost feel ashamed
That someone could be that important that without them you feel like nothing
No one will ever understand how much it hurts
You feel hopeless
Like nothing can save you
And when it’s over and it’s gone
You almost wish you could have the bad stuff back
So you could have the good
