#hailhydrasheads

[kingcrossbones]

How come you and the other guy get stubby little tails and I have this monster thing??? -hailhydrasheads

"Dunno but I think mine kinda suits me doncha think?"

[honorarystripes]

@hailhydrasheads

"It's a reference to the Grinch that Stole Christmas. Don't tell me the time-addled soldier knows more than you about media?"

[xdarkmessiahx]

"How did they manage to get so many snobs in one place?" - @hailhydrasheads

“I suppose it would be in the same manner that they get as many meat-headed, chest-thumping buffoons in one place as they tend to do.” Helmut gave the soldier a once-over with one lifted brow. “Empty promises, financial incentives, a perhaps a stroke of the ego or two.”

[winterexinferna]

A very upset and grumpy Brock Rumlow is tied up with a pretty red bow, and a gag, and dropped in front of the soldier with a note saying “don’t damage him permanently” -hailhydrasheads

The commotion was unusual and the Soldier watched it with interest from his spot in the corner of the cell. The commander’s... predicament was a surprise, a very intriguing one, as was the fact that he’d been left in the cell with the Soldier, still tied up and with the gag in.

The Soldier stood up and walked over to the commander slowly, taking in the sight. He checked first if the guards have left and after confirming that returned to the bound man. He noticed the note and plucked it, giving it a quick read... and his lips curled in a small but dark smile. He crouched in front of the bound man, looking him right in the eyes.

“Oh you and I are going to have fun tonight...” He said, his smile growing with wicked joy, sharp, white canines glinting in that foreboding expression.

@hailhydrasheads

[buchananbarnes1991]

Not Without You || Rumlow

@hailhydrasheads​

“This is such bullshit..” The asset huffs out. He’d pulled the blond man from the river. But that wasn’t his only concern. Their headquarters was in flames and his favorite handler was still in the building. 

“If you’re dead, I’m going to bring you back just to kill you..” Muttering as he pushed his way through the rubble. Finding Rumlow half trapped. 98 shoves the broken building chunks out of the way with his bionic hand -- as his flesh arm was still busted from the fight on the hellicarrier-- tugging Rumlow up over his shoulder. Disappearing with the unconscious man back to the safe house. 

[soviet-ghost-story]

‘I had nowhere else to go’ -hailhydrasheads because Brock doesn’t really have a lot of friends

It was past midnight when the doorbell rang at the brownstone at 160 State Street, Brooklyn, New York. On top of that, it was raining a dreary, slow sort of cold drizzle outside with the advent of autumn on the Eastern Seaboard. Bucky was a man who stayed up late and slept in late these days, unless he had a mission or other Avengers related detail to pay attention to, and tonight was really no different. Still, it was strange for someone to come calling at such a late hour, so when Bucky rose to answer the door, he did so with wariness. No alarms within the house had been set off indicating that the perimeter had been breached, and Alpine seemed untroubled by anything within the house - but even so. Stepping out into the foyer, he saw a lone figure huddled under the overhang on the front steps, illuminated in the yellowed porch light. Who it was, was obscured by the frosted nature of the glass inlays around the door, so he slipped a knife he kept hidden in a coat hanging by the door out and into his hand, and made his way to the door. He cracked the door open first, peering out into the night at the stranger huddled there, and narrowed his eyes. "Yeah? Can I help you?" However, the face that turned to greet him when he asked that, even scarred as it was, suddenly had Bucky sitting in the Chair eleven years ago, back when all he had known was pain and fear and compliance. He tensed all the way down, ready to spring, the knife gripped in his hand. "...You had nowhere else to go, and so you just happen to choose the house of the guy you were accessory to torture to, Rumlow?" he asked through the crack in the door. He could see that Rumlow looked miserably wet and possibly injured - but he knew that it could have also been a trap. "...HYDRA's gone, and you're all out of my head. You'll never control me again. Tell me why I should help you."

It occurred to him then that perhaps Rumlow was also on the run, trying to escape - something he could very much relate to. But it could have easily been a lie. He needed to get him to talk first, before he could make that call.

[zimniyxprizrak-a]

𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶 !!! ⋘ 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂 𝙷𝚈𝙳𝚁𝙰 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃 ⋙

@hailhydrasheads asked: 👏 - Ruffle my muse’s hair

THERE WASN'T MUCH OF A REACTION. The soldier hardly even lifted his head aside from a slight jostle when his handler ruffled his hair. A huff left his lips, his eyes looking at a spot ahead on the floor. He wants to focus. FOCUS ON THE MISSION. It's easier for him that way. Rather than the confusing thoughts they constantly put in there. Awaiting his orders, blue eyes stare at the ground, waiting for some sort of directive.

[winterexinferna]

Hey sweetheart. You miss me? -hailhydrasheads

@hailhydrasheads

"Sir!" Wynter sprung up to his feet, surprise mixing with excitement on his face as he looked at Rumlow. "You're back!"

He ran to him, stopping himself from launching into his arms in the very last second.

"Any injuries?"