Brandon responded by flicking a picture of one of the Winter Soldier's victims over to Coulson, letting that sit for a second. One thing was absolutely certain- this was a trained killer, someone who turned murder into a brutal science. It didn't take much imagination to put Brandon's face beneath all of that blood.
The young man was silent for a few long moments, then he softly admitted, "Yeah, I guess I am. At the same time he realizes that someone's blocked his memories, those memories are going to come back to him. He might revert back, if it happens too soon. Or he might lose control, lash out at whoever he blames for doing it to him. He might start wondering what else I've blocked or taken away from him."
A weak laugh. "You realize you're basically asking me to do some mind-rape, right? To someone who's an assassin and who, whatever he might've been in the 40s, is right now someone who won't hesitate to kill? I think I'd be crazy not to be 'concerned'!"
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The young man was silent for a few long moments, then he softly admitted, "Yeah, I guess I am. At the same time he realizes that someone's blocked his memories, those memories are going to come back to him. He might revert back, if it happens too soon. Or he might lose control, lash out at whoever he blames for doing it to him. He might start wondering what else I've blocked or taken away from him."
A weak laugh. "You realize you're basically asking me to do some mind-rape, right? To someone who's an assassin and who, whatever he might've been in the 40s, is right now someone who won't hesitate to kill? I think I'd be crazy not to be 'concerned'!"