His jaw tightens, the only betrayal of his discomfort with the name.
"I remember I was not the weapon of the KGB."
But he doesn't offer whose weapon he was, just enough to dissuade her of her ideas. Except... was he ever used by Hydra to do the work of the KGB, or work blamed on the KGB? Hydra was everywhere, they had their fingers in everything. SHIELD was hardly the only victim of their infiltration.
There's something else as he looks at her, the secondary target -- his hand twitches with the compulsion to fulfil the terms of the last mission. It's a feeling that he has seen her before, real and unphotographed but not quite the same. Not quite.
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"I remember I was not the weapon of the KGB."
But he doesn't offer whose weapon he was, just enough to dissuade her of her ideas. Except... was he ever used by Hydra to do the work of the KGB, or work blamed on the KGB? Hydra was everywhere, they had their fingers in everything. SHIELD was hardly the only victim of their infiltration.
There's something else as he looks at her, the secondary target -- his hand twitches with the compulsion to fulfil the terms of the last mission. It's a feeling that he has seen her before, real and unphotographed but not quite the same. Not quite.
"... I shot you."