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sixwordstories2014-04-21 01:31 am
agreatpatsy) wrote in sixwordstories2014-04-21 01:31 am
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Well, that didn't go as planned.
[It's harder to face this man and answer that question than Sitwell expected--and he'd expected it to be pretty damn hard. But after having worked so closely with the man for so many years, it was down right painful to be opposite the rightfully upset Coulson within a cell meant for the interrogation and holding of SHIELD's enemies. Even if SHIELD was mostly defunct now Sitwell knew it would be hard to simply disappear. He'd made quite the target of himself with the actions he'd taken to get where he had been prior to all the chaos going down. And he thought he'd been doing decent, staying off the grid, right on up until Coulson's team had tracked him down and took him by surprise with a quick and dirty take-down. He'd been caught and placed within the cell before he even knew what hit him.
He should have seen it coming, really, but he'd thought he'd have a little bit more time.]
Not this. [Sitwell took a deep breath and sighed, shifting the binds on his wrists subtly as he managed to complain about them without actually saying a word about them, simply letting his tone do all the talking. But that wasn't what Coulson wanted to hear, he knew, and the gesture was only posturing as he went through ways to say his piece before committing to any spoken words. Nothing he came up in his head sounded good.] You have to believe me, Coulson, not any of this.
[It sounded worse aloud, but he somehow managed not to cringe at the desperate sound of his own voice.]
He should have seen it coming, really, but he'd thought he'd have a little bit more time.]
Not this. [Sitwell took a deep breath and sighed, shifting the binds on his wrists subtly as he managed to complain about them without actually saying a word about them, simply letting his tone do all the talking. But that wasn't what Coulson wanted to hear, he knew, and the gesture was only posturing as he went through ways to say his piece before committing to any spoken words. Nothing he came up in his head sounded good.] You have to believe me, Coulson, not any of this.
[It sounded worse aloud, but he somehow managed not to cringe at the desperate sound of his own voice.]
[He clenched his jaw just a bit at Sitwell's words. When he spoke, his voice was terse.] Do you have the slightest idea how many times I've been told I have to believe someone lately? [The question was rather obviously rhetorical, as he continued on notwithstanding.] And do you know, at this point, exactly how inclined I am to actually go along with that statement?
I have run absolutely out of patience with excuses.
I have run absolutely out of patience with excuses.
Edited 2014-04-21 09:19 (UTC)
[Sitwell took another deep breath but this one came out a bit shaky.]
I can't imagine how that became possible. [Sarcasm probably wasn't going to help his case but it came out naturally and he couldn't stop himself in time.]
I guess my plan was to come out as the hero, [Sitwell confessed, finally sobering up and getting down to business] but I didn't make it that far. I got too caught up, and I screwed up the time table. It just all happened too quickly. And in the end I didn't have a way out. It felt like a death-sentence waiting to drop any direction I took.
I can't imagine how that became possible. [Sarcasm probably wasn't going to help his case but it came out naturally and he couldn't stop himself in time.]
I guess my plan was to come out as the hero, [Sitwell confessed, finally sobering up and getting down to business] but I didn't make it that far. I got too caught up, and I screwed up the time table. It just all happened too quickly. And in the end I didn't have a way out. It felt like a death-sentence waiting to drop any direction I took.
As far as understatement of the year goes, I think you're in the lead for the award.
[Oh, hell. Who on earth let you out of the cage? No, wait. He could think of a few people who would want a powermad monster out on the loose--or worse yet, under their leash.]
You have no idea... [Of course, that was all Sitwell could think to say. What he truly didn't want was to say the wrong thing in front of...well, anyone. Anyone could give him away. That left very little for him to say at the moment.]
You have no idea... [Of course, that was all Sitwell could think to say. What he truly didn't want was to say the wrong thing in front of...well, anyone. Anyone could give him away. That left very little for him to say at the moment.]
I just follow orders, Phil. I didn't mean to play the patsy this time around, but I did try to talk my way right into the heart of matters. In that, I did a little too well.
[This meeting made him feel uncomfortable. (And that was even more of an understatement.) The last he knew he was one of the asset's targets and Sitwell knew well enough to understand that didn't just go away because he escaped (barely) the first time. And just because Pierce was dead didn't mean the Winter Soldier was free of whatever conditioning he'd been given the last time around.
But all Sitwell truly knew was that he didn't know what to do. Make a last stand? Plead for his life? Neither option sounded like a winner.]
What are you waiting for? A full confession?
But all Sitwell truly knew was that he didn't know what to do. Make a last stand? Plead for his life? Neither option sounded like a winner.]
What are you waiting for? A full confession?
[He knew it was coming, he knew the words before they were even spoken; that didn't make hearing them any less potent, or any less painful than they were heard aloud from one of his most admired peers. He didn't have to fake the hurt in his eyes at those words--it was all too real.]
Years of working together don't mean anything these days, huh? [It came out more defensive sounding than he'd intended, but that was just the hurt seeping out despite his efforts to remain neutral.] What else can I say, Coulson? If I lie, I'm damned. If I tell the truth, I'm damned. I can't get out no matter what card I play.
Years of working together don't mean anything these days, huh? [It came out more defensive sounding than he'd intended, but that was just the hurt seeping out despite his efforts to remain neutral.] What else can I say, Coulson? If I lie, I'm damned. If I tell the truth, I'm damned. I can't get out no matter what card I play.
Years of working together would probably mean a lot more if Hydra wasn't littered with people I've spent years working with.
[And that was the long and short of it, really. Hydra was made up of people he'd been proud to call friends. That kind of betrayal was difficult to recover from.]
If you're damned either way, go with the truth. I can't guarantee that I'll believe you, no matter what it is, but I'll at least listen and keep you confined while I try for independent verification.
[And that was the long and short of it, really. Hydra was made up of people he'd been proud to call friends. That kind of betrayal was difficult to recover from.]
If you're damned either way, go with the truth. I can't guarantee that I'll believe you, no matter what it is, but I'll at least listen and keep you confined while I try for independent verification.
(There was a thought to end Sitwell the moment he laid eyes on him. It would be the same justice as ending every Hydra agent he would eventually come across. Not to question what had to be done, not just because of what they did to him but what they did in general.
Yet there stood Sitwell. Still alive and having time to respond to Bucky's presence.)
Start talking.
(He didn't need a full confession but it was enough to be an excuse to hesitate.)
Yet there stood Sitwell. Still alive and having time to respond to Bucky's presence.)
Start talking.
(He didn't need a full confession but it was enough to be an excuse to hesitate.)
You have no idea. Now that Hydra and SHIELD are down, I've been doing some digging. It didn't take much to find a few names of interest. [Blonsky gives a displeased snarl as he crosses his arms and looks pointedly at Sitwell. He'll go after anyone, even the paper-pusher who carried the authorization to inter him after Harlem. With the major world agencies scrambling to pick up their respective pieces, he was like a shark scenting blood in the water, circling for any scrap he might get.]
[The response honestly took Sitwell by surprise. He didn't know much about the Winter Soldier, in truth, but the Soldier's reputation proceeded him. Sitwell had never heard any stories of the Soldier speaking, he'd always been portrayed as the silent killer type. This was either new or what little Sitwell thought he knew about the asset was further off base than he would have expected.
It took him a moment to get over his awestruck but eventually he took a deep breath and did as instructed. (What else had he to loose?)]
I'm not sorry I told Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff about the algorithm and how it would affect Project Insight. I'm not sorry I revealed Hydra's plans to someone who would stop them. [He took a deep breath, straightened his shoulders.] Not exactly as intended, but it worked in the end.
It took him a moment to get over his awestruck but eventually he took a deep breath and did as instructed. (What else had he to loose?)]
I'm not sorry I told Captain Rogers and Agent Romanoff about the algorithm and how it would affect Project Insight. I'm not sorry I revealed Hydra's plans to someone who would stop them. [He took a deep breath, straightened his shoulders.] Not exactly as intended, but it worked in the end.
It's not quite the way it seems. [He replies warily, all too aware that he wasn't in the best of positions right now. He doubted his secret had been revealed and as far as he knew he was still an agent of Hydra to everyone--well, just about everyone. And his last encounter with the Captain hadn't exactly gone so well, least to say.]
HYDRA's failed. Project Insight is destroyed and all your fellow agents are on the run. There are still people loyal to SHIELD and they're working hard on taking it back. You've lost, Sitwell.
[He smiles wryly, and can't help the sarcastic remark despite the situation.] Funny, doesn't seem that way to me.
[Well, that sounded worse than he'd honestly expected. But then, he shouldn't be surprised considering the source. Blonsky wasn't caught in the Hydra/SHIELD mess, and so why should he worry about it? Why should he care? But personal vendettas... That was something a good majority of people give a little too much interest in pursuing if/when it came up.
Sitwell tried to assess his options without giving too much of his thought process away, though truth be told he wasn't always the best at keeping his emotions in check. He was a good field agent, but he was no Coulson. And considering the person in front of him, he had reason to fear if physical action became an issue here.]
Oh? And what do you plan on doing with that information?
Sitwell tried to assess his options without giving too much of his thought process away, though truth be told he wasn't always the best at keeping his emotions in check. He was a good field agent, but he was no Coulson. And considering the person in front of him, he had reason to fear if physical action became an issue here.]
Oh? And what do you plan on doing with that information?
You don't seem to like my version of the truth, Coulson. And if you want confirmation you're going to have to talk to a dead guy. [He tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrows. Get the message?]
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