#belyvuk

                                       when he first became the handler of the winter soldier brock felt proud. not only did he achieve something barley anyone achieved before him in such a short amount of time,  but he was considered the best in hydra or at least one of the best, because not just anyone was allowed to take the asset under his wings, command him. and for quiet a while he never considered HOW they managed to make such a machine out of someone until he was a witness to the torture, to the process of brainwashing him or torturing the weapon and he hated it. the once found family became the enemy and yet he knew he couldn’t just escape them. not without being killed , not without having a target on his back , so he knew that he had to be smart about it, that he had to consider every option , before he could free him. they just had returned from a mission and he was taking care of the asset , cleaning up the metal arm slowly as he inhaled a deep breathe. „ you've done great, soldier.", he spoke fondly with a small, almost sad smile, perking up on the corner of his lips.

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THE  OWNER  MIGHT  HAD  BEEN  CONFUSED.  or  perhaps  not.  and  the  room  before  them  displays  only  one  bed.  eyes  shift  toward  bucky  before  they  land  again  on  the  bed  as  he  closes  the  door.  “It’s  big  enough  for  both  of  us.“  he  already  points  out,  knowing  well  either  one  was  going  to  complain  or  try  and  fix  this.  somehow,  he  doesn’t  seem  to  mind  that  much  over  his  development.  “we  had  worse  conditions.”  beds  during  the  war,  if  you  could  call  those  beds.

POST  BATTLE  IS  FILL  WITH  ADRENALINE.  But  also,  silences,  he  has  grown  used  to  it  around  bucky,  he  isn’t  much  of  a  talker  and  after  a  fight,  neither  is  clint,  even  if  he  has  one-liners  to  go  on  through  the  entire  time.  Shoulders  relax  after  tension  of  quivering  his  bow  and  arrow  as  he  rest  against  the  wall.  On  his  side,  it  takes  a  moment  to  register  that  Bucky  is  there,  beside  him  and  leaning  over  to  where  he  is.  Shoulder  to  shoulder,  he  feels  the  warm  the  other  radiates  (  he  wonders  if  all  super  soldiers  run  warm  ).  Hazel  blues  stare  back,  head  lean  to  the  side  where  he  feels  the  other  leaning  in.  “You  alright  there,  Buck?  Because  I  heard  I’m  the  best  pillow  you  can  get.”  Clint  can’t  help  but  to  tease  over,  but  it’s  done  in  a  quiet  tone,  a  lazy  tired  smile  upon  his  lips.

⎅⏃☍⟒⋏ ⑉⑇⑆  Small claws hooked into metal arm and Rocket scrambled up till he was on the Earther’s shoulder. Whiskers twitched as he grinned.   ◤  YOU STILL ATTACHED TO THE ARM OR YOU FINNALLY READY TO SELL, TERRAN? ◥  

❝ Clearly they’re not trying hard enough. ❞ Pause. ❝ Or they are amatures. If I wanted to kill me, I’d do it while you were in the shower. ❞ Another long sip of water was taken, staring directly and unblinking at the other. Had he considered it? Maybe.

“YOU CUT YOUR HAIR.“ WINTER SOLDIER. HOW STRANGE. he had hardly spoken in the red room, it was a requirement.  and yet, here he stands, like a ghost from the past, she remembers all of it very well, his training with Natalia, which she had supervised personally, having an attachment to the girl. “you had made quite the talk the last few years, soldat.” news, whispers, videos. he had been all over the news lately, quite a far cry from the tale he had been. “I’m sure it was not intentional.” || @belyvuk​

          it’d  been  easy  to  keep  her  distance  from  him.  well,  maybe  not  easy  but  she’d  started  figuring  out  his  steps  and  how  to  keep  herself  just  a  bit  ahead  of  him.  she’d  known  for  a  couple  of  years  that  he  was  out  there.  had  planned  to  track  him  down  before...well...that  happened.  the  ‘blip’.  really  threw  a  wrench  into  everything.  but  that’s  neither  here  nor  there  at  the  moment.  no,  she’s  trying  to  see   if  her  brother  is  even  still  in  there.  if  this  man  with  his  face  is  anything  like  the  boy  she’d  said  goodbye  to  so  long  ago.  keeping  an  awareness  of  where  she  was,  she  carefully  slips  back  to  fade  into  the  crowd  before  he  can  notice  her.