There was no escaping this, and as much as he might fantasize about it, he knew that when they met up again in the future, it would happen again and again. Every time, this was how a mission ended. HYDRA was now prepared for it, allotted them time to get it out of their systems, like it was an inconvenient biological response that just had to be taken care of, which it was. The fact was, things always started with violence and ended with him being literally covered as if he needed to be hidden from the world, momentarily precious and protected.

Sometimes he wondered what the Soldier would do if someone actually interrupted them with the intention of breaking them apart. Probably murder. He wasn't certain, but it was a question that seemed logical to have an answer to.

Of course, those kinds of thoughts had no place when the asset was purposefully dragging the knot in and out along his nerves, and he issued a low mewl in response, muffled around the fingers that made him gag and thrash a bit. It was hard to breathe through his nose alone when he was so full of fingers and cock. His legs gave a little shuffle against the ground, but it only served to emphasize his bruising. And then his throat was assaulted, and he gasped with the pointed press of metal fingers. Almost instinctively, he tried to drop his head into the dust layer on the concrete to appear submissive again.