( Dr. Porter isn't there. His body is, the muffled thud that Daphne heard through the door, but he is no longer alive and the Winter Soldier's mission is complete. No witnesses, no complications. He kicks the wooden door of the office open (he had entered through the ceiling panels) and once he's in the hallway, he smells something. It's floral, warm like jasmine - omega. He hasn't smelled one in decades because HYDRA had been very careful about not letting him getting a whiff of one in all this time, knowing it would likely derail his programming.
The programming is unwinding now, leaving only instinct in its wake. He stalks toward the scent and finds it - a small woman with red hair. )
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The programming is unwinding now, leaving only instinct in its wake. He stalks toward the scent and finds it - a small woman with red hair. )
Come here. Now.