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[cicatrize]

[ Silas Benjamin has enough secrets to full all of Gilboa and then some. His secrets have secrets. The Winter Soldier just happened to be one Jack was able to sneak out from under his father's finger, listening in here, glancing at the right moment there. He'd found him in a military bunker far outside of Shiloh, at the edge of the country, and Jack spent a long time just watching him, suspended in cryosleep, looking peaceful and something like innocent. He knows what this man was made to do. He also knows this man didn't exactly have much of a choice in it. How does under Silas's reign? You do what you're meant to or you're taken away and never seen again. He knows that better than most, and Jack imagines the Winter Soldier does as well.

It's an easy thing to engage the releases, catching the man as he falls heavy and shivering from his stasis. His skin was like ice all over and Jack can't believe something like him is real for a long moment. He's beautiful, really. In a way Jack doesn't want to admit to, but his fingers brushed through frosted strands of hair as the soldier regained himself. From there, it was rivers of red and Jack's vengeance against a king that promised him a crown and made him a pawn. A court jester. Silas thought he would wall him into his own hell. Silas didn't see looming shadow of the monsters he created, freeing one another as they stalked back through Gilboa. It was more than easy to find an army willing to follow them to Silas's doorstep. It's a path of destruction and scorched earth that heralds them back to Shiloh, as there's a bizarre rain on a sun fill day, making everything look gleaming and crystalline as Jack's military boots splash in the puddles on the outskirts of the city. Falling rain patters against the canopy above, and he can see the smoke of the encampment that is Shiloh's last blockade, lips pulling into a satisfied smirk, wolfish and hungry.

The Soldier stops in front of him, no less mystically enchanting now than he was suspended in the cryogentic frost. He carries something impossibly sharp and vibrant in him, and Jack's hand is stretching out to him, palm up and open as an invitation to help him up onto the rock outcropping he's viewing the smoldering camp from. ]

Having fun yet?

[fallenson]

[ 'Fun' is at least a term he understands, even if he doesn't indulge in anything close to it. There is the enjoyment to be found in a mission completed, and even a small amount of sadistic pleasure taken in killing. It was part of the process of creating him. The man he'd once been was so good, so wholesome and pristine, that they'd had to break him utterly to create the monster they needed. While another might have found his will simply bent, the Soldier was broken. He was made to lust after the kill, to find peace in it. Decades of training in this fashion and they had what they were after, a true monster in every sense of the word.

Inhuman. Untouchable.

Until Jack Benjamin pulled him from his sleep and promised him freedom for his services. He was given the opportunity to become more than a mere weapon. And for the first time in his life there had been a choice.

Now, he takes that man's hand to stand equal beside him on the rocky overlook, observing the chaos in the camp. The troops will sweep through, clear out what remains, eliminate those still loyal to the king. There is death in the air and battle hums in his blood, and the prince is offered a faint smile in answer. ]

Are you?

[ Jack is a curious man, unlike any he's served before. Nations have been built and they have crumbled, and he's had his hand in more than a few. Men with ambition are rarely hard to find, but Jack has a unique quality to him. So long has he spent under his father's heel, made to feel less than worthy, that he strives to become more. He fights for a right to exist.

In this, they have a common bond, something that has not existed before. And perhaps there is more to it than that, a shadow of something in Jack's face that reminds him of a time long ago, another man he stood beside.

Little more than a ghost, less than a memory. Still. There are few places he has stood where he felt he truly belongs. He has killed for lesser men and more petty causes than this. ]

[cicatrize]

[ Fingers curl over the soldier's hand (he really does love the power just in his hands alone), pulling to support him as he makes his way up onto the overlook, their shoulders brushing as Jack watches the smoldering remainder of the encampment in the distance with a satisfied smirk. This isn't a future he'd seen for himself ever. Not in all his uncle's talks about upheavals and coups, or the rage Silas's dismissal of him burned plots in his mind. Not until he's seen Steve Rogers, now a man who can't so much as remember his name, suspended in ice - timeless.

A smile that's more mild flashes to the man at his side, and as much as they robbed the Winter Soldier, there's still so much left in him. Perhaps not what he started out as, but a life force and a vibrancy nonetheless. ]

I've been having fun since I found you in that bunker.

[ Maybe it's not only his own ambition now. Maybe it's scorching Gilboa's earth with the ones Silas made into pawns. Maybe it's watching poetic justice take care of itself. ]

Do you remember Shiloh at all?

[ His head tilts, light eyes watching the man, and he's well aware of what all Silas took from him. He's also aware he's seen Shiloh before, so he doesn't ask 'have you been to Shiloh'. He has. He's painted the streets before, when Shiloh wasn't so safe and civilized. But Jack isn't sure of what the man was allowed to keep of it. ]

[fallenson]

[ The Soldier's blue eyes stared impassively at the carnage ahead of them, head cocking slightly. ]

Yes. For what that's worth.

[ Certain things were left in his head, information they might use again. The most basic, the most vital, and knowing his way around the city was one of those pieces. He'd seen the city in a variety of states, in celebration and in mourning. In wartime and in peace. At it's birth and...well, now. A rebirth, under Jack's reign. Who was to say if it would be better or worse for the change in rule, but it would certainly be changed.

And whether for better or worse, he'd serve Jack. He's free to do as he likes, why wouldn't he do what he knows? What he excels at? And who better to work in the service of than the man who left his cage door open? The Winter Soldier had been a force to be reckoned with when held on Silas's leash, muzzled and hidden away, tightly restrained and held in check. Now all of this was Jack's for the asking. Broken bodies and fire and blood at his whims. Devotion beyond loyalty. Jack had wanted someone to believe in him, in his right to rule, and now the realm's most deadly weapon stood at his side like a faithful war hound.

And of course, violence was not all the satisfaction he could offer Jack... ]