He doesn't beg. HYDRA meets that weakness with more pain.
But he does fight, protesting in broken Russian and English because he can't get back in that chair, can't listen to the damn words again. He won't. A desperate shove sends Rory flying back with a grunt.
Don't they get it? Putting him back in the chair will kill them all. Damn him all over again. He loops an arm around himself, trying by sheer force of will to keep his ribs where they belong, to keep every breath from being jabs of agony. "No.. no I can't. I can't don't you see?"
She has to understand. She has to realize it better than most. He can't go under again. If he does he may never come back.
A blow that sends Ray flying, leaving him stunned but otherwise unharmed. "Can't.. can't go."
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HYDRA meets that weakness with more pain.
But he does fight, protesting in broken Russian and English because he can't get back in that chair, can't listen to the damn words again. He won't. A desperate shove sends Rory flying back with a grunt.
Don't they get it? Putting him back in the chair will kill them all. Damn him all over again. He loops an arm around himself, trying by sheer force of will to keep his ribs where they belong, to keep every breath from being jabs of agony. "No.. no I can't. I can't don't you see?"
She has to understand.
She has to realize it better than most. He can't go under again. If he does he may never come back.
A blow that sends Ray flying, leaving him stunned but otherwise unharmed. "Can't.. can't go."