He nods slowly, thoughtful. He'd made the mistake a few times of letting on that he was starting to remember, but every time he started to remember, he hadn't always let on. It hadn't mattered, they'd wiped him anyway, but it's nice to have a heads-up to keep it to himself.
It doesn't occur to him not to believe her. Even though he knows she's a master at lies. What she's saying matches up with what he thinks he knows, which he's learned means it's probably real. More real than what they'd been spewing at him before anyway. Real enough to move forward with. Considering the way he'd been wiped before, he doesn't think video and media will do a damn thing to his brain, but it sounds like a pain. She's right, best to avoid.
The hesitation is weird. He knows her, somehow, and knows she doesn't hesitate. "Yeah, I remember," he answers with a one-shouldered shrug. "I remember all that. Last thing, I was in Wakanda with Steve. Getting this thing figured out," he flexes his metal fingers again. "I'd, uh. I wanted to go back under. They could do it. The Wakandans. They were gonna stick me back in cryo until I could get my head right. Hadn't told Stevie yet. That's the last thing I remember, waiting on Steve to come in so I could tell him I was doing it."
Maybe that isn't the most reassuring thing, letting her know he doesn't know if he can keep himself steady, that he doesn't necessarily trust himself to maintain. The Asset programming runs deep, and it runs right beneath the surface, he can feel it now assessing the room, assessing her as a threat, attacks and defenses and exits. It's always there, no matter what he's doing, or the life he's trying to lead, and it might always be there.
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It doesn't occur to him not to believe her. Even though he knows she's a master at lies. What she's saying matches up with what he thinks he knows, which he's learned means it's probably real. More real than what they'd been spewing at him before anyway. Real enough to move forward with. Considering the way he'd been wiped before, he doesn't think video and media will do a damn thing to his brain, but it sounds like a pain. She's right, best to avoid.
The hesitation is weird. He knows her, somehow, and knows she doesn't hesitate. "Yeah, I remember," he answers with a one-shouldered shrug. "I remember all that. Last thing, I was in Wakanda with Steve. Getting this thing figured out," he flexes his metal fingers again. "I'd, uh. I wanted to go back under. They could do it. The Wakandans. They were gonna stick me back in cryo until I could get my head right. Hadn't told Stevie yet. That's the last thing I remember, waiting on Steve to come in so I could tell him I was doing it."
Maybe that isn't the most reassuring thing, letting her know he doesn't know if he can keep himself steady, that he doesn't necessarily trust himself to maintain. The Asset programming runs deep, and it runs right beneath the surface, he can feel it now assessing the room, assessing her as a threat, attacks and defenses and exits. It's always there, no matter what he's doing, or the life he's trying to lead, and it might always be there.