[There's no twist of satisfaction when the blow connects; the Soldier feels nothing but the need to extract, to move. However, just as he's about to shift his position- to remove himself from his target's sphere of reach- an invisible hit strikes him. The churning storm halts for a moment, like a glitch, before picking back up as the Soldier scrambles with the stars in his eyes.
The Soldier still pivots onto his feet. With his attacker no longer between him and the door, there's no reason to stay. For his failure, he will take his due punishment, but the goal now has changed. No longer does his blood sing with no witnesses, it screams extract, extract, extract. And the programming takes that mantra to fuel the blizzard, to tear through the placid surface of the snow and ice with its own claws. Raking through the roots and flowers that have grown there, it seeks to remove Sam's influence, all the while pushing the Soldier to move.
Any pieces of Bucky buried under the storm find themselves shattered again and again by those claws. He can't find his footing anywhere.]
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The Soldier still pivots onto his feet. With his attacker no longer between him and the door, there's no reason to stay. For his failure, he will take his due punishment, but the goal now has changed. No longer does his blood sing with no witnesses, it screams extract, extract, extract. And the programming takes that mantra to fuel the blizzard, to tear through the placid surface of the snow and ice with its own claws. Raking through the roots and flowers that have grown there, it seeks to remove Sam's influence, all the while pushing the Soldier to move.
Any pieces of Bucky buried under the storm find themselves shattered again and again by those claws. He can't find his footing anywhere.]