#mkbell

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"Jesus fucking Christ."

A hand placed itself onto Bell's chest, shoving him down to the ground with a SURPRISING amount of strength, keeping him hidden behind the large rock; brown eyes scanned the treeline before there came a shake of the head - - like working with an AMATEUR.

"Why did you take the shot?" Tex's accented words were an odd mix of venomous and nonchalant, seeming more annoyed than anything. The burning crash up ahead ( their getaway vehicle, hijacked and destroyed by Bell ) made her heave a silent sigh, shoulders falling, "How are we supposed to get out of here now?"

Once more she tried her comms, but they were either jammed or damaged. Quite frankly, it didn't matter. Adler was going to chew her out for this.

Ready to comply. 

The Winter Soldier didn’t have access to mission protocols beyond what was deemed necessary and wouldn’t ever ask for it. But if he did, it would be very clear that the Asset was briefed before the main briefings in case of malfunction - fewer witnesses and fewer important people in the line of fire. The Winter Soldier simply knew that this was the way of things. 

Orders had to be be acknowledged prior to any other instructions given to the whole mission team - this too allowed for the handlers to commit the Winter Soldier to any internal cleanups that might need to take place. The Winter Soldier had no opinion on office politics. 

He had, however, been activated long enough to rank handlers and operatives in terms of how severely they reacted to his mistakes. Emotion was foreign - as was attachment - but it would incur a minor loss of productivity to kill those who did not go out of their way to punish every hair over the line. Still, the Winter Soldier could never disobey orders nor could unsolicited information be offered up. Personal observations, while not entirely private, were not mission critical. 

Mission parameters had been laid out: it ranked as a challenging one, but not overly so. All the Asset knew is what it had been told, but again, the length of time they had kept their weapon awake had allowed an internal classification system to form. Nothing in the Asset’s head was ever truly private, but the right questions were not always asked.

This internal system, however, did not take precedence over taking in his surroundings. Eyes flickered over faces as the Winter Soldier entered the room, surrounded. Always surrounded in bases. Familiarity never entered into analysis. Positioning and threat level did. Every single person, every single time. 

    “ Just my fuckin’ luck, isn’t it?”

Alex aimed a kick at the ground. She made a habit of avoiding Russians all together. They were all Bratva, ex-KGB, ex-FSB. Traitors or betrayers in the making. She still had a price on her head, or at least she had before she had been declared dead. And yet every job seemed to be crawling with them. This was the last time she agreed without using her own contacts.