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[daddybcnes]

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“ do i seem like a sugar & cream kind of girl to you ? “ she mumbled, offering him a lopsided smirk as she took the cup in her hand. “   thanks, though. “

             dark  brows  arch, a  snort,  corner  of  mouth  just  barely  twitching  into  something  of  a  MOCK  SMIRK  of  his  own.  '  hell  if  i  know ,  i  can  imagine  you  puttin'  some  hazelnut  creamer  in  there,  maybe  some  cinnamon  vanilla. '   a  shrug,  peeling  back  the  lid  off  a  couple  of  creamers  as  he  pours  them  into  his  own  coffee.  '  you're  welcome..  though . '

[daddybcnes]

                     '  i  brought  you  a  coffee .  didn't  know  how  ya’  take  it  so  i  also  grabbed some  creamer  and  sugar  just  in  case . '  a  slight  quirk  of  the  corner  of  his  mouth .

[daddybcnes]

casually brings this blog back as iw revived all my muses lmfao

[dcntdream]

winter’s teeth clenched in what seemed like a snarl as rumlow held his jaw but a rather DEFIANT smirk was on his lips. “maybe when you actually how learn to hit someone,” he snickered before spitting a generous amount of blood from his mouth and onto the other man’s face. “the WIDOW hits harder than you, rumlow. it’s not very threatening.”

[daddybcnes]

               there's a slight twitch of his upper lip as the asset spat the BLOOD in his face, arm ascending as he wiped away the mixture of saliva and sanguine liquid with the back of his hand. rumlow knew that the soldier was trying to get him RILED UP, but he tried to remain as composed as he could. he wouldn't get angry, he wouldn't give the asset the satisfaction of it, and besides, no matter how DEFIANT and FEARLESS he wanted to appear, they were still manipulating the strings here. instead, a SMUG smirk of his own just barely tugged at the corners of his mouth. ' with the amount of blood you just spat out i'd say i hit PRETTY WELL, but if you insist i learn how to hit, well, i don't mind using you as a PUNCHING BAG. ' he ground out the last of his words, the fingers of his freehand already curled tightly into a fist and before the ASSET could get a single word out, that fist went lunging straight  for rugged countenance, KNUCKLES colliding against facial structure over and over, HARDER and HARDER each time he punched the other man. and then he stopped, almost reluctantly as he sucked in a SHARP BREATH as he tried to gather his bearings. the man before him may have been a super soldier, but he was ( not ) INVINCIBLE. looking over bloodied fist, his gaze drifted up to assess his HANDIWORK. ' still think i need more practice ? ' he scoffed, flexing his fingers.

[daddybcnes]

                         ' or better yet —— you could come over here and cuddle with me. '

[keepingcovers]

                she was always careful with who she trusted. her line of work originally had her questioning every person she came across but after joining SHIELD, she was able to relax. slowly at first she would trust clint and fury then include maria - eventually down the line rumlow would become someone she could trust behind her back. however - maybe it was becoming too much. clint had since retired and living with his family in secret and the only person around more than steve those days was the scruffy older man. casual conversations turned to nights out at the bar with other agents which turned to drinks at each others’ apartments to finally - wandering the local shopping mall.

                   her head tilted just slightly as she looked at the new top he pulled out for her, one hand returning the grey top back onto the rack. “hm, that would look better wouldn’t it?” she responded, looking up at him with a smile before taking the item from him at holding it up to her chest, double checking the size. “clint would have been bored out of his skull at this point - but he would never admit it.”

[daddybcnes]

                he knew the widow to be a SMART woman, but rumlow was one of hydra's finest operatives and playing MANIPULATIVE and DECEIVING was something he excelled at, the widow nor anyone else in shield SUSPECTING a damn thing. it was almost sad how unaware they were to what was going on right under their noses but rumlow played his part accordingly. he partook in several missions with both captain rogers and widow and took it upon himself to DELVE DEEPER into their personal relationships with one another, however, finding himself doing the things he did with natasha was not something he entirely planned. sure, it was to obtain information but yet a part of him was there because he actually WANTED to be, not because he was obligated to. he's never had this happen before, where he has actually formed feelings for someone because this was STRICTLY work and he could not afford to let his feelings coincide with his job. rumlow may have seemed like a HEARTLESS PRICK but he too, was human and not completely devoid of emotions, as hard as that may have been to believe. and for whatever reason, he found himself rather captivated by natasha. 

                 grip e a s e d from around the hanger as it was seized from his grasp, eyes following her movements as she held the garment up to her chest. ' RED certainly suits you. ' he commented, rolling bottom lip betwixt twin rows of ivory; he might've been secretly hoping to get the chance to see her wearing the top, he could only imagine how it would fit and ACCENTUATE her curves. letting out a small breath, his posture went slightly slack, eyes glancing around at the other racks of clothing. ' it's not that bad, gotta’ get INVOLVED that'a way it's not so boring. ' he chuckled, moving towards another rack just across the way that held an array of bottom attire. ' you plan on buying a whole outfit, or what ? ' he might not have been a fashion expert, but rumlow knew how he liked his women to dress and look, so he opted to pick a knee length black PENCIL SKIRT as well a pair of black skinny jeans, holding both out to be judged by the redheaded woman. ' what do you think ? '

[keepingcovers]

@daddybcnes

with every shirt she sifted through on the clothes rack, natasha would glance out of the corner of her eye at the tall man standing next to her. the trip to the nearby mall had been rather compulsive on her part, wanting to actually purchase something in person and not online like she usually did. upon picking up a dark grey halter top, she quickly turned to rumlow and with small chuckle in her voice stated, “you didn’t have to come with me, you know. I can’t imagine how boring this has to be for you.”

[daddybcnes]

                ' well i couldn't quite say no to you after you gave me that look. ' he teased, giving a slight shrug of broad shoulders. ' nah, i wouldn't be here if i didn't WANT to be, don't you think ? ' of course, that was somewhat A LIE, rumlow figuring that if he were to develop a kind of personal relationship with the widow, that he would be able to possibly garner more information to relay to HYDRA. however, rumlow might have began harboring that of GENUINE feelings for the redhead, very MINUTE but still, unfortunately, present. dark gaze wanders down to the hanger she's pulled off the rack displaying the dark grey garment and rumlow gives an approving hum, a subtle nod of his head. ' i like it, ' he comments casually, glancing back towards the rack where he reaches to pull off a red halter top instead. ' however, i think this one would suit you BETTER. ' a slight cant of his head ensuing as a small smirk uplifts the corner's of his mouth.  

[daddybcnes]

                          ' show me you can FOLLOW ORDERS and i'll be a lot nicer. '

[daddybcnes]

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welcome to the dumpster, ya’ll.

[daddybcnes]

                          ‘ not so high and mighty now are we, stark ? ‘

                                                          ✗——— ☠ @playboyengineer.

[daddybcnes]

            there's a resounding 'smack'  that echoes through the otherwise silent room as the back of rumlow's hand CONNECTS with that of the asset's cheek. ' now —— , '  fingertips dig into the soldier's jaw as he FORCIBLY tilts his head just slightly back as dark gaze locks with that of cerulean hue. ' would you like to TRY AGAIN ? ' his grip slowly e a s i n g up, waiting to see if the asset will actually COOPERATE this time.

                                                                       ✗——— ☠ @dcntdream​.

[natalinaromanoff]

There are no prisoners with HYDRA. Just order. And order only comes with pain. You ready for yours?

[invdious]

[daddybcnes]

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it's like —— i wanna do the rp thing but when i go to do the rp thing, its just like, lolnah. i have more than enough brock muse but trying to write anything is just not fuckin’ workin out for me rn.

[illfat3d]

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