Winter Soldier

His attention was on the Soldier though, and he listened as the man detailed his current state. Fuck, no wonder his hair was a goddamn mess, he hadn't bathed since Brock had last seen him. Brock's hazel eyes grew stormy at hearing that Steve yelled at him. He was just about to lay into Rogers again but he was cut short by the next statement that came out of Winter's mouth. The tense lines of his body eased slightly at that admission, his gaze softening a little as he addressed the Soldier. "I missed you too, Soldat. We have some work ahead of us, but I'm here for you." He reassured.

Brock turned his attention back to Steve, seeing the way he couldn't even stand to look at Winter. Steve looked like he might be sick if he even acknowledged any of what he was hearing. But Brock wasn't gonna let him off so easy. "If I ever hear that you're fuckin' yelling at him again, we're gonna have problems. I told you, you're gonna hear a lot of shit that you don't like and you're gonna have to deal with it. This is just what it is right now."

Steve stood with his arms crossed over his chest and looked outside the window, trying to relax and find a way to work with Rumlow; no matter how much he despised him, he was doing this to get his Bucky back. Steve kept repeating that in his head, and for once, it helped that Rumlow was starting to be factual, instead of making him feel guilty, something that he was already feeling in buckets. He finally turned to look at the agent and still wearing a pissed frown he nodded and moved to sit on the couch. He wanted to leave so bad but he couldn't leave the two of them alone, at least not yet. He was aware that this was torturing him and possibly making the situation even worse, but he could not leave Bucky with this man alone. He was dangerous, no matter how hurt or incapacitated he was. It was his damn presence alone that was a danger in itself. He sighed and nodded. "Jarvis, you heard the man," and a voice came from the ceiling, "Certainly, sir. Right away."

If there was one thing he could rely on, it was Tony Stark's brand of sarcasm and wit, it never seemed to falter. "Could be better considering the circumstances, but I still look better than you." He quipped back, his distaste for this whole situation barely concealed. The elevator ride down was like the calm before the storm, Brock didn't know exactly what he'd be faced with, but he took the moment to steel himself for whatever was to come. When the doors slid open, he saw Steve first, dressed in that god-awful star-spangled suit of his. Then, his eyes slid down to the Soldier, looking like a shade of his former self. Brock felt his temper flare even higher at seeing his Soldier in such a state. He bit his tongue for now, pain, hatred, and rage boiling beneath the surface.

He listened to Steve prattle on about what he was there for and the threats of kicking him out, but the longer he looked at his Soldier in such a terrible state, the more he couldn't keep his rage from clawing out. "Whatever the fuck you want, man. But, did you not even fucking try? He looks like shit. You're supposed to fuckin' take care of him or did you forget about that?" He knew his words would cut deep and they might even push Steve to beat the shit out of him for it, but Brock didn't care. The burning rage that was fueling him in that moment was enough to get him up to his feet, despite how his whole body protested the very action. "And it's not fuckin' imposing anything on him. He won't take care of himself because that's not what he was programmed to do. Hydra programmed him to obey. You gonna throw me out on the street for making him take a fuckin' shower, for feeding himself? You want him to have a chance at getting better? You're gonna have to deal with a lot of shit you don't like, Cap."

When the Soldier saw that the Commander was addressing him, his tensed face and rigid body, ready to jump and defend the handler, suddenly relaxed and the softest voice came between his cracked lips. "The last time I bathed was two weeks ago, before I came to find you and yesterday I was sick again,.." the Soldier shifted his eyes from the Commander to Rogers and back, "He lost his temper again trying to get me to eat pasta. So I did, so he would stop yelling at me." the soldier's voice was gentle and relayed only facts, not showing if he felt in any way about it but his eyes lowered to the ground and when they came back up again, they were red around the wild gray of his eyes and shining with unshed tears, "I missed you, Commander."

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Strike team had slowly been making their way through the building, stealth was of the utmost importance in this mission had they had accounted for many things. On occasion, though, humans could be fallible creatures and that's where super soldiers came in. Brock was almost about to round a corner when he felt himself being yanked back by his harness. The hand that had pulled him was strong, steady, and certain, not letting him fall or make a sound on the tile beneath their feet. He turned to look at who had pulled him and saw the Winter Soldier, trying to decipher what the Asset's intention was. He shot the man a quizzical look, one that silently asked him to explain himself.

Rumlow knew these enhanced soldiers sometimes had better senses than himself or his crew, so he wanted to know if the Soldier had caught onto something he hadn't or if it was simply a fluke. Whatever it was, he had the team halt for a brief moment while he waited for a response from the Soldier. "What was that for?" His voice barely above a whisper, relying more on the movement of his lips to convey his words than actual sound.

When Commander sat next to him, he got tense again, and panic started to make his heart beat so fast and he slipped down from the couch to the floor and sighed in relief, his flesh hand wrapping around the Commander's leg, letting his chin rest against the other's knee, looking up at him with his angelic gray eyes and the lines of concern were all gone now. Something didn't feel right inside of him, to sit on the same level as his Commander inside his private rooms. Not without it being an order, he was just told that he could.

"Uhm.." he cleared his throat and tried to make his voice sound less like he was about to cry any minute now, "Yes, yes. I'll let Stark know and we will send a helicopter over to you within the next few hours. And thank you for letting me know." After he ended the call, he waisted no time and called Stark. He didn't like asking Stark for help all that much either as there were certain tensions between them but he was the only one who can help and with sufficient security to hold someone like Rumlow.

"What the fuck are you doin'? You're gonna rip my fuckin' skin off, you dumbasses!" He snarled, trying not to resist how they were moving him so that he wouldn't damage his healing skin and grafts. "Mr. Rumlow, I'm sorry but they're here to move you to a different facility. It was coordinated earlier with Captain Rogers. There is a helicopter from Stark Industries that will be transporting you." The nurse quickly relayed, she tried to stay out of the way of the group while also trying to check to make sure they weren't moving Rumlow around too roughly. "You need to be careful! His skin hasn't fully healed. There could be complications- Don't squeeze so hard."

Stark was already on the roof with a wheelchair because Steve could not stomach coming to greet the man himself. Tony ducked and came close to the helicopter, talking loudly to the men that brought Rumlow. "Yeah, just help him out and I'll take him inside." and put the breaks on the wheelchair for a better stability. Once they were done and the roar of the helicopter quieted down to where they could hear each other, Tony lifted the breaks and wheeled Rumlow towards the elevator. "How are ya, old man? You don't look all that bad..."

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Strike team had slowly been making their way through the building, stealth was of the utmost importance in this mission had they had accounted for many things. On occasion, though, humans could be fallible creatures and that's where super soldiers came in. Brock was almost about to round a corner when he felt himself being yanked back by his harness. The hand that had pulled him was strong, steady, and certain, not letting him fall or make a sound on the tile beneath their feet. He turned to look at who had pulled him and saw the Winter Soldier, trying to decipher what the Asset's intention was. He shot the man a quizzical look, one that silently asked him to explain himself.

Rumlow knew these enhanced soldiers sometimes had better senses than himself or his crew, so he wanted to know if the Soldier had caught onto something he hadn't or if it was simply a fluke. Whatever it was, he had the team halt for a brief moment while he waited for a response from the Soldier. "What was that for?" His voice barely above a whisper, relying more on the movement of his lips to convey his words than actual sound.

"As soon as they're done, you'll come with me." the Commander had said as the soldier's wide eyes looked up at him and with that in mind, he closed his eyes as he felt hands on him, taking the vest off and guided him to lay down, which he did, feeling the chill air on his chest and the cold medical cot and as soon as he was down, pliers already started digging inside him for the bullets. The sudden invasion into his flesh had his tense and even if he remained silent, his fists were clenched by his sides, eyes wide open and face tensed in pain. He wanted nothing but to pull away and in restraining himself from moving, a soft whimper escaped his lips and an exhale as if he had been holding his breath the whole time. He was a little relieved when he heard one bullet clanking against a metallic surface. By the time he heard the second one, the soldier was too dizzy and out of it to be able to react much at all, silent and still like a corpse, as if he just gave up fighting or thinking there was anything else other than pain left for him.

He waited quietly as he was left alone, feeling a little tired but apart from that, he knew that he would live through this too and when the handler touched him, the soldier reached out as well, holding his hand over the other's shoulder as he squinted in pain just a little, suppressing it as it was no big deal, he was not mortally wounded and the pain wasn't all that bat if he thought about it. The soldier also knew better than to let his weight on the handler and as they exited the medical area, walking through the now quiet hallways that were previously full of agents rushing about to debrief or to change their clothes and clean up, knowing that he did a good job was starting to make him feel that rush of a mission gone well, slumping a little against the Commander, a soft, gentle moan escaping his lips, his eyes fluttering for a moment as he slowed his pace. It felt good, it was strange to feel like that usually but after a mission, he was expecting it.

"Uhm.." he cleared his throat and tried to make his voice sound less like he was about to cry any minute now, "Yes, yes. I'll let Stark know and we will send a helicopter over to you within the next few hours. And thank you for letting me know." After he ended the call, he waisted no time and called Stark. He didn't like asking Stark for help all that much either as there were certain tensions between them but he was the only one who can help and with sufficient security to hold someone like Rumlow.

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Strike team had slowly been making their way through the building, stealth was of the utmost importance in this mission had they had accounted for many things. On occasion, though, humans could be fallible creatures and that's where super soldiers came in. Brock was almost about to round a corner when he felt himself being yanked back by his harness. The hand that had pulled him was strong, steady, and certain, not letting him fall or make a sound on the tile beneath their feet. He turned to look at who had pulled him and saw the Winter Soldier, trying to decipher what the Asset's intention was. He shot the man a quizzical look, one that silently asked him to explain himself.

Rumlow knew these enhanced soldiers sometimes had better senses than himself or his crew, so he wanted to know if the Soldier had caught onto something he hadn't or if it was simply a fluke. Whatever it was, he had the team halt for a brief moment while he waited for a response from the Soldier. "What was that for?" His voice barely above a whisper, relying more on the movement of his lips to convey his words than actual sound.

"As soon as they're done, you'll come with me." the Commander had said as the soldier's wide eyes looked up at him and with that in mind, he closed his eyes as he felt hands on him, taking the vest off and guided him to lay down, which he did, feeling the chill air on his chest and the cold medical cot and as soon as he was down, pliers already started digging inside him for the bullets. The sudden invasion into his flesh had his tense and even if he remained silent, his fists were clenched by his sides, eyes wide open and face tensed in pain. He wanted nothing but to pull away and in restraining himself from moving, a soft whimper escaped his lips and an exhale as if he had been holding his breath the whole time. He was a little relieved when he heard one bullet clanking against a metallic surface. By the time he heard the second one, the soldier was too dizzy and out of it to be able to react much at all, silent and still like a corpse, as if he just gave up fighting or thinking there was anything else other than pain left for him.

He didn't have a lot of time to think about it because Steve stormed in, his hair disheveled and wide eyed with panic and a hint of rage at seeing the soldier. Steve knew. He knew where the soldier went and he couldn't hide the disgust he felt from showing on his face. He quickly came closer to the soldier, his nostrils flared and lips pursed in an obvious attempt to control his reaction. "I'm not even gonna ask where you've been. I can smell him off of you." Steve said through gritted teeth and immediately felt guilty for not controlling himself better even if he kept telling himself that. He sighed, blowing out through his nose "Get that thing off of you and come to bed. You're sleeping with me." Steve said with finality and left the room before he would lose his temper. The frustration made his cheeks and tips of his ears flush red. He felt embarrassed, shame, guilt and jealousy all rolled up in one and couldn't wait for Rumlow to get out and bring back his Bucky.

The soldier watched Steve leave the room and started to take his clothes off, he felt defeated. He folded the clothes and hid them as much as he could in the farthest corner of the closet and changed into his usual sleep wear and with his head bowed, quietly laid down next to Steve, his back turned. "Look, Buck, I'm sorry... I shouldn't get angry with you like that..." and felt his hand gently at his side.

"It's not goodbye forever, Winter, just goodbye for now."

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Strike team had slowly been making their way through the building, stealth was of the utmost importance in this mission had they had accounted for many things. On occasion, though, humans could be fallible creatures and that's where super soldiers came in. Brock was almost about to round a corner when he felt himself being yanked back by his harness. The hand that had pulled him was strong, steady, and certain, not letting him fall or make a sound on the tile beneath their feet. He turned to look at who had pulled him and saw the Winter Soldier, trying to decipher what the Asset's intention was. He shot the man a quizzical look, one that silently asked him to explain himself.

Rumlow knew these enhanced soldiers sometimes had better senses than himself or his crew, so he wanted to know if the Soldier had caught onto something he hadn't or if it was simply a fluke. Whatever it was, he had the team halt for a brief moment while he waited for a response from the Soldier. "What was that for?" His voice barely above a whisper, relying more on the movement of his lips to convey his words than actual sound.

He sighed and moved his head next to the Commander’s, speaking in a low voice “Two bullet wounds, the bullets still inside, blocking a massive bleed out,” the soldier said in a mechalic cadance. He took the piece of rag that was offered and pressed in against the wound.