[If anything, it's the direct eye contact that does it. It's as good as an order, really, and he drops his gaze, his shoulders slumping slightly as he lifts the rifle and hands it over to her, taking the offered gun in its place.
Maybe it's the absence of HYDRA, the knowledge that it's collapsed, that creates a vaccuum in him, space that needs to be filled by authority of some kind, that leaves him grasping for orders from whoever will give them.
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Maybe it's the absence of HYDRA, the knowledge that it's collapsed, that creates a vaccuum in him, space that needs to be filled by authority of some kind, that leaves him grasping for orders from whoever will give them.
Even a former target.]