He hated more things than he liked, though he knew how to fake liking more than he faked hating. It was just unfortunate that the soul bond thing existed in the first place and he got wrapped up into it when he had no time for that kind of bullshit. It was just good that their hate for each other was mutual and there would never be any kind of love to get in the way of their missions or their duties. He preferred to never have an attachment that he couldn't break when it suited him, but unfortunately the bond was permanent. That was very unfortunate.
Still, they managed around it, the few times that they reduced themselves to the kind of activity that was required for upkeep and contentment had been few and far between. The times it had happened, it had been rough and engaging, the kind of sex that left him worn out but entirely satisfied even after he rolled out of bed, set her down from being nailed against a locker or hiking his pants up after a trip to the couch. It was all good stuff, but he was just as content to leave.
Then actual life got in the way, he'd almost died and instead lost any chance of getting too far in the United States anymore. He spent months in recovery, carefully monitored from a few medical professional whose over all point of view of life aligned with his own and they hadn't been exposed in the big information dump. They had been the reason he had gotten out, and he slipped away without much thought for his bond. He knew she was out there.
Eventually, the separation was uncomfortable enough to go looking for her. The Soldier was out of HYDRA's hands for the moment, but he didn't care about that. With help of current information, he found her apartment and slipped inside, the first time he had probably been there. It smelled like her, and that soothed some of his rough nerves as he waited for her to return and stalked quietly to the bathroom.
"It can always get worse, sweetheart," he said as he stepped into the doorway. "How about a kiss for old time's sake?"
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Still, they managed around it, the few times that they reduced themselves to the kind of activity that was required for upkeep and contentment had been few and far between. The times it had happened, it had been rough and engaging, the kind of sex that left him worn out but entirely satisfied even after he rolled out of bed, set her down from being nailed against a locker or hiking his pants up after a trip to the couch. It was all good stuff, but he was just as content to leave.
Then actual life got in the way, he'd almost died and instead lost any chance of getting too far in the United States anymore. He spent months in recovery, carefully monitored from a few medical professional whose over all point of view of life aligned with his own and they hadn't been exposed in the big information dump. They had been the reason he had gotten out, and he slipped away without much thought for his bond. He knew she was out there.
Eventually, the separation was uncomfortable enough to go looking for her. The Soldier was out of HYDRA's hands for the moment, but he didn't care about that. With help of current information, he found her apartment and slipped inside, the first time he had probably been there. It smelled like her, and that soothed some of his rough nerves as he waited for her to return and stalked quietly to the bathroom.
"It can always get worse, sweetheart," he said as he stepped into the doorway. "How about a kiss for old time's sake?"