The Winter Soldier looks up when Its Handler speaks.
"Come on, we need to do one more debriefing."
It follows Her into a fortified interrogation room.
In the past 346 hours, She spent 200 listening to reports.
She only stopped to eat, train, and check on the Target's condition.
It estimated She had slept no more than 17 of the remaining hours.
This made the Its Handler vulnerable to attack.
At hour 340, the Target had emerged from the building, firing projectiles at Its Handler.
The Winter Soldier had attempted to eradicate the Target, but the Handler had not permitted It to do so.
After a few moments it became clear that the Target had not real intention of harming Her.
The Handler and the Target had engaged in a violent pre-coital ritual.
They disengaged, and lay prone on the grass for exactly 42 minutes.
They had approached It.
She had spoken a string of words.
These caused It pain.
She argued with the Target for 15 minutes.
She told It not to move.
She told It not to fight back.
She left and came back with a large pipe.
Its head was ringing.
This went on for approximately 8 minutes.
The Target told the Handler to stop.
She asked the Winter Soldier for Its status.
"Not moving. Defense disabled. Awaiting orders."
She was displeased.
The Target was displeased.
"I told you it wouldn't work. I've tried every code word- every language. I've waterboarded him, done electroshock- I don't know what else to do, Clint!"
Its Handler shouted at the Target and threw the pipe across the courtyard.
The Target stuck his finger aggressively in Her face.
"Don't even think about crying. You don't cry. C'mon, Tasha. Calm down. It's okay. Shhh.. we'll fix it." The Target held his hands out toward Her, but didn't touch Her.
"I hate to see you like this.." the Target murmured, still not touching Her.
The Target abruptly looked pleased.
"I don't think it was the cognitive recalibration, Nat. I need to go run something by Bruce. Be right back." His hands clenched in Her direction, then he fled.
Its Handler looked worried and instructed It to follow her inside.
She told It to wait in the hallway for her to return.
The Winter Soldier waited for 4 hours.
Its Handler had reemerged from the laboratory with the Target and-
Real Name: Robert Bruce Banner
Alias: Bruce Banner, Hulk, The Incredible Hulk, David B, The Big Guy, The Other Guy
Species: Human
Citizenship: American
Date of Birth: December 18, 1969
Title: Doctor
Affiliation: Culver University Staff (former), Avengers (former)
Status: Alive
A Doctor.
The Doctor held a Kingston Digital 64GB Data Traveler USB 3.0 Flash Drive in one hand and smiled vaguely as he walked ahead of the other two.
Pupils dilated, hands clenched, abnormal levels of perspiration.
The Doctor's sympathetic nervous system was engaged.
Unclear if it was excitement or anger.
"I am really interested to see if your theory checks out, Clint." The Doctor stated.
His pheromone levels were spiking.
Possible threat identified.
"Come on, we need to do one more debriefing."
They are all seated in the fortified interrogation room.
Its Handler straps the Winter Soldier into a chair in front of a projector screen.
The Doctor surreptitiously fires a pneumatic jet injector into his own carotid artery.
30% decrease in the Doctor's muscle tension observed.
The Target leans against the back wall.
Target's face is flushed and avoids eye contact with the Handler.
Its Handler speaks softly to It.
"We are going to put some pictures up on the screen and play a recording for you to listen to, okay?"
It understands. It nods.
They dim the lights.
On the screen is a picture.
A pale, slender boy with eyes like fire stares back at him.
This is followed by an enlistment form.
Designation 4F.
"Paramus?" The Winter Soldier says, eye glued to the screen.
A voice begins to speak.
The voice is distressed. The voice needs assistance. The voice is angry.
"I- I know that voice." It says, looking at Its Handler.
