WS AU - 13

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His head was going to kill him.

The peaceful silence he was so used to was shattered. The confusion in his mind was just too loud too much.

He paused to try and silence the painful thoughts in his head.

He had to keep moving, get back to base, back to safety where they could help him.

He forced himself to keep going back to the base in the basement of a bank. His feet took him back on autopilot until he was in the safety of the base.

The doctors could fix him here, help him like they always did. He closed his eyes and tried to relax as they fixed him up.

It didn't help. Instead of finding the solace in silence, he was hit with waves of something he couldn't define, it just hurt.

The man. That man from the bridge. He didn't understand but that man was the only thing that made sense. The shocked and pained look hurt to think about but it summoned some feeling deep in the Asset's chest. Then he was remembering and it hurt.

 "I got you! Hold on!"

Mountains.

Cold.

Falling. Falling. Falling.

Blood, lots of blood.

Snow.

Cold.

Pain.

Someone moved into his vision, "Such a waste. Don't worry we welcome you here. You will be our fist."

Searing pain shot up his left arm. Pain.

"He's unstable."

“His moral compass is too strong.”

"They're not coming for you. He's dead you fool."

"Put him on ice."

Pain.

Cold.

Pain.

Cold.

Nothing.

Fragments, pieces of a story that cut like fire through him.

That man. He knew that man. He could hear his voice calling out telling him to hold on, that he had him. Hold onto what? Why was he so panicked? One thing he was for sure, he knew him.

Pain exploded across the side of his face suddenly. The Asset's head snapped back at the harsh contact.

"Mission report, now." His handler growled out leaning down to his level. The Asset blinked rapidly trying to clear his head enough to answer but it wouldn't work.

 "The man, from the bridge, who was he?" The words came unintentionally from him. His handler frowned and inwardly he cringed; he'd done something wrong and what followed was never pleasant.

His handler pulled over a seat and sat in front of him, "You encountered him on an earlier mission." That was a lie. The Asset could feel it to his very bones it was a lie. The connection he'd felt was not just an encounter.

"Your work has been a blessing for the world. You've shaped the century, we need you to do it one more time." His handler said.

For the first time, the words fell flat. The Asset knew it was wrong what his handler said but he couldn't think of why. He did know one thing as he looked up at his handler in defiance he didn't know he had, "But I knew him."

His handler frowned, rising displeasure clear on his face. "Prep him."

"He's been out of cyro too long." The doctor protested.

 The handler's hard gaze landed on the Asset again, "Then wipe him and start over."

Panic slammed into his chest, they were going to make him forget. There was nothing he could do, no one would help him here even as he looked around silently pleading for someone to do just that. The restraints grabbed onto his arms and all he could think was hold on, remember. That man, that face, that name. Don't forget.

The pain was blinding.

The effort to hold on was futile.

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