infligere: (And reap destruction through our lives)
Brock Rumlow ([personal profile] infligere) wrote in [community profile] spaces_between 2014-10-06 08:33 pm (UTC)

I was... being cautious!

[They'd let him keep his place, which was awful nice and far more than he deserved. He suspected they had allowed it after they had realized his place actually had nothing to do with HYDRA and that he had to climb four flights of stairs to get there, suffering the entire way. He suspected the latter had made the deal with most of the people who were involved in figuring out what to do with him now that the bond, treacherous and involving as it was, remained intact. That seemed like some kind of miracle; he personally would had preferred that bullet.

When he cooked, he did so slowly, letting his fingers work and feeling the gentle caress of Steve's complete and utter betrayed disapproval. God, was there anything more hot than that? He thought rubbing himself on the guy's uniform sleeve had been wonderful enough - never told Steve about that by the way - but this was much better. He didn't regret that jacket either nor would he apologize.

He set down the knife and dumped the cut up vegetables into the pan on the stove. He found grim hilarity in working with stuff that could give him burns.]


Don't know, you were too respectful of my resistance to ever push. I suspect HYDRA would have dealt with me before you could think to.

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