worthallthis | IC Inbox: In the Night

I was shown kindness. ( He answers solemnly, and with great difficulty. ) By a man that ought not have given it to me.

( Not just any man, but a man Javert had once admired, then scorned, and now, admires again. It irritates him beyond comprehension, and both emotions fill his tone in equal measure as he continues, )

I pursued him. For seventeen years, I filled his life with fear. When he was given the chance to end mine, he chose instead to save it. Why? Because he is a good man. He was not the villain that I thought he was. Nineteen years he spent in the bagne, and upon his release, he stole. Not just the once, but twice. In spite of this, he became a respectable businessman, a mayor. He was my superior, for a time, and I his chief of police. When I found out who he truly was, what he had done, I treated him horribly.

( He sent a girl to an early grave and yet still, Valjean had thought him worthy of mercy! He doesn't understand, and he doesn't know if he ever will. )

He is kind to a fault. For many years, I thought that kindness to be a farce, a tool of deception. So much the fool I was. He is more of a saint than he is man, though I condemned him all the same, and all because he broke the law.

[The Soldier can't even imagine having an obvious threat right in front of them, someone who wanted to take them back to everything with HYDRA, to lock them up and wipe their memories and make them kill people again... and not pulling the trigger. They frown quietly a moment, listening and digesting that story.

But the stupid former target did that. Looked at the threat the Asset posed and, instead of killing it, saving its life and then refusing to fight further. Once the objective had been completed, anyway. Is that what a saint is? Was that kindness? It did, in fact, make a difference, in the end.]

What was his name.

( He'd be relieved to know that he's not the only one baffled by it. When the Soldier asks for his name, Javert falls silent a moment. If this were Paris, he would not dare utter the name. Valjean was dead, as far as the rest of the world knew, and Javert would not dare bring danger to his doorstep when he already decided to let him go. He answers softly, though, almost as if speaking a secret. )

His alias is Fauchelevent. Though his true name is Jean Valjean.

( He spreads his hands out, palms out. )

Now you know. It is possible for men to change, just as surely as he and I did.

[The Soldier nods, looking at Javert's hands, expression thoughtful.]

Thank you for telling me, sir. I'll remember. I'll remember him, too.

[Though in their mind, this Jean Valjean character looks a little like the stupid former target, already.]

There was a man I was ordered to kill. My last mission before I died. He is. Like your Valjean, I think.

A stubborn self-sacrificing fool?

( He supplies with a scoff, although it is not at all dismissive. The Soldier does not speak much on himself, and neither does Javert. He's not going to squander this chance to get to know him better. )

Tell me of it. What happened?

[Ironically, yes. A very stubborn, self-sacrificing fool. The Soldier hesitates a moment, trying to organize their disjointed memories from that day into something safe to tell a handler.]

The mission. Was to protect the carrier ships. And to eliminate Captain America. I waited for him on the third ship. He kept talking to me. "Don't make me do this," he said. When he completed his mission, despite being shot and stabbed multiple times. He stopped fighting me. Said he wouldn't fight.

[They stare fixedly at the ground, arm plates shifting uncomfortably.]

I almost killed him anyway, and he let me. Might have killed him. I died, so I don't know for sure if he survived.

( It's quite a similar situation. The Soldier seems understandably troubled by it, and Javert can't help but empathize. He considers it for a moment, a frown forming on his face, and when he speaks next, he asks softly, )

Why would he not wish to fight you? Is he truly that foolish or is there some other reason?

( He's only trying to make sense of it, and it makes little to him now. )

[That is the exact thing that gets fuzzy in the Soldier's brain. The thing that edges up to the barbed wire gates in their mind protecting knowledge they're not supposed to have. Not allowed to have. Yes, they know why the stupid target wouldn't fight them. But they can't know why.

The Soldier can't make words come out, can't make themselves speak. They just shake their head helplessly.]

Well, ( Far be it for Javert to force anything out of him, especially if it's something he does not wish to consider too closely. He doesn't wish to think of his own memory either, or these newfound feelings he has for Valjean. It's terrifying, and so he answers gently, )

Perhaps it is best not to think of it, then. It could be that he is too kind for his own good.

[Javert, why are you being so good. The Soldier hangs their head a little but nods. Grateful that he's not pushing, a little ashamed that they're stuck on the lack of words again. Not even a tentative agreement on the stupid former target, which feels like it should be easy to say.

Ugh, this was such a great conversation, why did words have to go away now?

Sorry, Javert. Sometimes this just... happens.]

( If anyone should be apologizing, it should be Javert. He was the one who asked an unfortunate question, and now, he doesn't know what to say to make up for it. He sits there awkwardly, tugging at the cuffs of his woolen coat before abruptly standing and saying, )

Let's not speak of it further. We both have our duties to return to.

[There's just so much irony at how soon after being told not to expect human warmth out of Javert that this conversation is happening. The Soldier is even more sure now that the warning was a lie. Javert is like Crowley in this one thing: both of them feel discomfort showing how much they care, but they both absolutely still care.

The Soldier picks themselves up with relief, watches Javert a moment from behind their hair, then offers a small smile before making their escape.

Good talk, even if stupid brain issues got in the way. And now they have things to think about.]

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