doctricis: (I've always been the one to blame)
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How Derek found himself being recruited into HYDRA was simply the matter of how many zeros there were on his paycheck. He didn't believe in their ideology or their mission for the world or their plans leading up to it. If anything, he was the wrong type of agent to even be here and yet here he was about to be assigned to one of HYDRA's 'weapons' as their handler. Derek could have chosen anyone of HYDRA's pet projects but there was something about the Daredevil that had called out to him. Oddly enough, he managed to talk his superiors into being their only handler.

If Derek had to work for the most horrible organization on the planet, he, at least, was going to have his fun, even if he might have to get his hands dirty in the field from time to time or risk getting in trouble.

HYDRA really needed to move away from concrete lairs. Derek was escorted through the lower off-limit levels by a handful of guards, a little unnecessary but he can assume why they're there. Winding through hallway after hallway until they come to a large room with huge metal doors, he was told he could come and go as he pleased since there was a separate room inside for handlers if he wanted to stay overnight.

When the guards opened the doors, they ushered him inside only to leave him alone in the room. Great first impressions on how they value their handlers, just leave them alone in a room with a person who could easily kill them. The room itself was huge, training equipment was scattered across the back side of the room with a glass wall to the left separating what he assumed is where he'd be staying. A medical station was also in that separate room while on the right was a metal chair hooked up to some mean looking machinery, probably what was used to keep their weapons compliant. Then lastly another separate room for the one he'd be looking after starting today.

Derek couldn't spot any surveillance cameras in this room, the last he spotted any were on the opposite side of the door. Great. He took a few slow steps into the room, bringing Daredevil's file closer to his chest, "Hello?"

Date: 2017-09-08 02:47 am (UTC)
applypressure: (walking on the line ten stories high)
From: [personal profile] applypressure
No one has bothered to tell the Devil that he's getting a new handler. But considering that he's the reason they needed to get a new one, it really isn't necessary. He hears the agents approaching long before they reach his basement quarters, and has committed to memory the footsteps he doesn't recognize by the time the man speaks.

He doesn't respond, of course. If the handler wants to have a conversation, he'll inform the asset of that intention. Besides, the door to his personal room is closed, and the agent probably wouldn't be able to hear him through it. So he continues his meditation, eyes closed as he sits cross-legged in the middle of the floor, dressed in dull gray sweatpants and a matching sleeveless t-shirt.

If the door opens, he'll respond. If the handler, or another agent, uses the intercom, he'll also respond, of course.

Date: 2017-09-08 04:08 pm (UTC)
applypressure: (we fight every night for something)
From: [personal profile] applypressure
The knock is unexpected enough that the asset startles slightly, not showing much sign outwardly except for the opening of his eyes, but inwardly pulled out of his meditative state. When the door opens, however, he rises to his feet, standing straight if not at actual attention, arms relaxed at his sides.

The apology is even more unusual than the warning knock, and his brow furrows a little. Obviously he understands what it means in the general context of social interaction, but he can't remember the last time anyone at HYDRA offered an apology directly to him. Is it meant to throw him off guard? To test his reaction?

"There was no disturbance, sir. I understand, sir."

It's impossible to judge much about the man just standing in front of him, but it is clear that he's in good health, and that he's unafraid but a little anxious. The Devil wonders if that's because of him or the general circumstances. He knows that the Asset Program area of the facility is considered off-putting by a lot of the agents.

Date: 2017-09-09 05:15 am (UTC)
applypressure: (I merely survive because of my pride)
From: [personal profile] applypressure
Yet another thing no one at the facility ever does. There's a long moment of uncertain silence as the asset processes the conundrum he's presented with. His superiors expect to be treated with respect, and the handlers are his superiors. Yet he's also supposed to follow the orders of the handlers. So what happens when an order directly contradicts all of his training?

He decides that he's never been specifically told not to call an agent by name if they prefer it. "I understand...Derek."

What he doesn't understand is why this agent is treating him like an equal. When he realizes the hand is being outstretched in the expectation of a handshake, he reaches forward, although the greeting is a brief one. Not too brief for him to tell that Derek has nice hands, however.

With a frown, the asset turns away, shaking his head. The question about his name is what finally breaks through his stoic demeanor, because he doesn't know how to answer. "I'm not supposed to- I don't know. There is no other name. Just Daredevil. That's all there is." And yet he knows, deep down, that there is another name. It just hasn't been used in such a long time.

Date: 2017-09-10 09:16 pm (UTC)
applypressure: (I merely survive because of my pride)
From: [personal profile] applypressure
"Thank you." It isn't easy to hold back the 'sir', and it isn't any easier to use his handler's given name either. Since he's been offered a temporary reprieve in the form of 'getting used to it', the asset decides to make good use of that offer. He'll just have to spend some time thinking about this agent's name, and connecting it with the handful of sensory clues that are available to identify him with.

As always, the Devil wishes his handlers would allow him to learn their faces. But they never do, and he suspects it goes against some kind of protocol. Isolation, as exhausting as it sometimes gets, seems to important to his training.

The request brings yet another moment of confusion. By all rights it ought to be an order, and if it were then he'd know what to do with it. But it's being left to him to choose, and that's unsettling. It feels like a test, one that has a very clear correct answer, and yet also has the potential for being a trap. "I understand. I'll answer to whatever name you deem appropriate for the situation."

Date: 2017-09-11 01:26 am (UTC)
applypressure: (dusty streets with a story to tell)
From: [personal profile] applypressure
The constant movement is interesting, although he supposes that most of the agents don't require the kind of stillness that's been drummed into the asset. Some of them do tend toward impatience, he's discovered. Although usually they focus that impatience toward him.

"Are you a medic?" There's a scent of disinfectant on the man, the kind he associates with the medical wing, rather than the type that's used for general cleaning. Other scents too, of course, things like soap and aftershave, but aside from using them as identification they aren't pertinent right now. "You smell like one."

Let him get back to... the Devil is almost starting to become frustrated at how unlike expectations this Derek is. "You aren't going to be testing me?" His last handler made him go through every training exercise, every skill demonstration, until the asset was ready to drop.
Edited Date: 2017-09-11 02:29 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-09-19 11:46 pm (UTC)
applypressure: (we fight every night for something)
From: [personal profile] applypressure
The idea that no one wanted the job as Daredevil's handler gives him a perverse sense of pride, and his lips twitch in an almost-smile. Of course, he's not supposed to be thinking that way, but it's evidence of how dangerous he is, and that's one of the rare things the agents offer praise for. So they should be all right with him taking a little pleasure in the accomplishment, shouldn't they?

Of course, if this Derek was friends with the man who previously held the position, then there may be consequences if he notices.

Then the new handler is explaining how he intends to make changes, and the asset finds himself confused once again. What reason would HYDRA have for doing things this way? A medic for a handler, one who isn't interested in testing his skills, who has an approach that's radically different from everything the asset has experienced thus far...

An explanation suddenly occurs to him, and he just manages to stop himself from gasping, although his entire body goes tense. They're going to start the experiments again, the ones intended to enhance his sensory abilities even further. The first time was too long ago for him to have any clear memories, but he feels a visceral reaction to the idea all the same. Unconsciously, he sucks at his lower lip, one hand opening and closing in a tight fist.

"The Enhancement Program."

Date: 2017-10-04 04:05 am (UTC)
applypressure: (I merely survive because of my pride)
From: [personal profile] applypressure
The asset can't decide whether to feel relieved at the news that the Program at least isn't starting immediately, or concerned that this new handler has some other scheme. Obviously he has no say in the matter either way, but uncertainty has never been a comfortable feeling for him.

In a way, Derek's willingness to get close to him, his apparent lack of fear, is reassuring. However unsure the Devil might be, his handler doesn't seem worried that he might react badly to whatever new protocol is ahead of him. The same can't be said about the majority of the agents he deals with.

It's almost as if the asset is being prodded into expressing his curiosity, into asking questions rather than simply waiting to be told what's expected of him. Maybe that's a test as well, but if it is, then he can't decide which way the correct answer lies. After a long pause, he finally gives in to his need to understand. "What-" He stops, brow furrowed, but begins again after a couple breaths. "Will there be a new training regimen then? To better prepare me?"

Date: 2017-10-24 12:54 am (UTC)
applypressure: (unlucky weekends have left me for dead)
From: [personal profile] applypressure
It's been drilled into him over and over that he's to have no reaction to anything the handlers do to him unless they permit him. No retaliation for attacks, no response to being handled. He doesn't like it, and curbing the instinct to lash out in self-defense has been one of his greatest struggles. But this touch isn't like any he can remember. Instead of triggering a desire to defend himself, it makes his eyes widen and his body freeze in surprise.

It's gone too quickly, but then his own hands are being guided to the man's face, and there's so much confusion because none of his previous handlers ever cared to let him 'see' them. Immediately he moves his fingers over Derek's features, a perhaps unexpectedly careful touch for someone who uses his body to perpetrate so much violence.

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