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[Sure she is. Here to catch up and have tea then maybe go and assassinate things together like the good old days in mother Russia? Only not, because things change and governments change and Mako Mori's loyalties have changed.

And he was sent to kill Director Pentecost.

But he's still standing.] I want to know what your plans are.

[They never had tea.

It wasn't anything personal to her or the Director. It never is. It's his mission, his life's work. It's all that's mattered, as long as he can remember. Nevermind that he's remembering things now, things that he hasn't ever before and that bothers him. It's unsettling.]

Did he send you?

[That man, the blonde one with the wide eyes and the idiot expression.]

[The tea was murder. Which they've had plenty of. But she shakes her head, because no - the blonde one with the wide eyes doesn't know that his partner of thirteen months knew his brother when he was a brainwashed killer. He doesn't know Mako's involvement with the Winter Soldier runs deeper than sharing the same country, they share the past, they share - shared.

But who knows how often he's been calibrated. It's a miracle he even remembers her face.

No, Raleigh should never know that Mako knew. But now with her secrets on the cloud, he'll put two and two together and she intends to fix something until then.]

He doesn't know I know you. I'd like to keep it that way. [What do you want me to be?

How about a friend? And she can see that offer get tugged off the table on the double.]

[That's interesting.]

He's important to you.

[It's not jealousy that he's feeling. She was never his and they were never anything of importance, they had their missions and they both knew that. It's... something different, a longing almost for someone to care about enough that he'd want to lie to them to protect them. That he'd want to protect them at all, actually.]

I'll kill him if he doesn't stop chasing me.

Not just to me. [Here, before meeting Captain America officially, Mako hadn't known the ties that bound him to her once-handler. Before America, Mako hadn't known there'd be much more of her once-handler's past to figure out, until it hit her in the fact in the form of an exposition she'd had to grit her teeth through to keep a straight face. He had more than just a past, he had a family - could have it again.

She knows the first signs of a dissonance in cognitive calibration, it's the hesitation.]

I will rip you to shreds if you do, and you'll thank me for it.

[Raleigh Becket doesn't mean anything to him. Not a single thing. The more he repeats that, the more he'll believe it. He's nothing but the vague ideas of memories from a life long past.]

Then make him stop.

[There's - sentiment across her face in the flash of a moment - a softer, more bitter smile that says she never will. She'll let Raleigh chase after the ghost of his brother and not tell him she's known, always known, always always known, because that's what she does. She lies. Spies lie.]

Sure thing.

[The soldier settles her with a glare.]

Do you think I'm just making idle threats?

Do you think your threats scare me?

[He arches an eyebrow at her. It should. She knows his reputation, knows that it's not based on myth and heresy, that it's all true.]

This is a waste of time.

[Yes, well. He's been asleep for the better part of the nineties, so she'll forgive him the transgression of not knowing who he's dealing with.]

You should visit the museum.

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