Sarah giving him shoes after all says plenty. He figures that’s oddly fair of her considering this is Hydra and from what little he knows about how they work, their operatives, Hydra doesn’t exactly play fair to get results. He had been expecting her to just beckon him after her with that disadvantage. Now that she didn’t, he wonders if he needs to reevaluate his initial impression.
He tails after Sarah, making sure she’s facing forward before he reaches up and adjusts the outfit with a uncomfortable grimace. His sensitivity means it isn’t just itching, it chafes like he’s wearing sandpaper. Socks are about the same, the shoes heavy duty. Matt’s sure he can still fight in these clothes, no problem, but he’s worried they’ll ramp up to testing his senses, find out what does what, how far he can take certain stimulus before he’s in a fetal position on the floor. At this point he’d rather take Sarah kicking the crap out of him and call it a day...assuming she wasn’t being serious about killing him on the mat. (He admit he’s still wondering about that). Matt steps into the training room and the smell of sweat underneath sanitizer and rubber, the shampoo Sarah favored trailing to a stop as she faces him.
Matt tilts his head as he hears the door hiss shut behind him. Hard to miss the sound of the deadbolt sliding into place.
“Does Hydra have a lot of new recruits who change their mind?” Matt’s a little nervous, trying to hide how on edge he feels. Nothing like being locked in to bring that out.
He isn’t sure when Sarah will actually attack. Sure, her heart will spike, her breath rate will do the same but that’s about a second or two warning. But until then he’s left feeling on the wrong foot and thinking about that deadbolt and he can’t lie and say he isn’t wondering if this was a bad idea. He knows nothing about her aside from her favorite soap and the clone bit and that she rather be somewhere else. She’s hard to impress. But other than his initial impression, he knows nothing about her. With that in mind, Matt’s shoulders square like he’s bracing himself, his hands balling slowly as he assumes she’ll start this off hard and fast and she won’t make the same mistake as last time thinking one punch would do it.
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Date: 2016-05-03 08:44 am (UTC)Sarah giving him shoes after all says plenty. He figures that’s oddly fair of her considering this is Hydra and from what little he knows about how they work, their operatives, Hydra doesn’t exactly play fair to get results. He had been expecting her to just beckon him after her with that disadvantage. Now that she didn’t, he wonders if he needs to reevaluate his initial impression.
He tails after Sarah, making sure she’s facing forward before he reaches up and adjusts the outfit with a uncomfortable grimace. His sensitivity means it isn’t just itching, it chafes like he’s wearing sandpaper. Socks are about the same, the shoes heavy duty. Matt’s sure he can still fight in these clothes, no problem, but he’s worried they’ll ramp up to testing his senses, find out what does what, how far he can take certain stimulus before he’s in a fetal position on the floor. At this point he’d rather take Sarah kicking the crap out of him and call it a day...assuming she wasn’t being serious about killing him on the mat. (He admit he’s still wondering about that). Matt steps into the training room and the smell of sweat underneath sanitizer and rubber, the shampoo Sarah favored trailing to a stop as she faces him.
Matt tilts his head as he hears the door hiss shut behind him. Hard to miss the sound of the deadbolt sliding into place.
“Does Hydra have a lot of new recruits who change their mind?” Matt’s a little nervous, trying to hide how on edge he feels. Nothing like being locked in to bring that out.
He isn’t sure when Sarah will actually attack. Sure, her heart will spike, her breath rate will do the same but that’s about a second or two warning. But until then he’s left feeling on the wrong foot and thinking about that deadbolt and he can’t lie and say he isn’t wondering if this was a bad idea. He knows nothing about her aside from her favorite soap and the clone bit and that she rather be somewhere else. She’s hard to impress. But other than his initial impression, he knows nothing about her. With that in mind, Matt’s shoulders square like he’s bracing himself, his hands balling slowly as he assumes she’ll start this off hard and fast and she won’t make the same mistake as last time thinking one punch would do it.