"Soldier, I guess." You'd think the answer would be easy when your code name is Winter Soldier. But he's less a soldier since he took the name than he was before he had it. Spy, Assassin, Avenger, and now OFU Asset.
He's still taking orders, so it's close enough. But he's really just singing for his supper. He doesn't feel the same sense of purpose and camaraderie he did when he was in the service.
"I was, anyway. These days, I'm just trying to be useful. This is what I'm good at." He shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the wagon bed. He'd tried to go entirely straight and do something very nearly normal with his life. But when you spent half a century waist deep in blood, it's hard not to slip backwards, even if you want to.
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He's still taking orders, so it's close enough. But he's really just singing for his supper. He doesn't feel the same sense of purpose and camaraderie he did when he was in the service.
"I was, anyway. These days, I'm just trying to be useful. This is what I'm good at." He shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the wagon bed. He'd tried to go entirely straight and do something very nearly normal with his life. But when you spent half a century waist deep in blood, it's hard not to slip backwards, even if you want to.
"What about you? What do you do?"