#hydradaddy

[thforgottcn]

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Brock rolled his eyes, ruffling Eggsy’s hair as he passed by to pour himself another cup of coffee. “Uh-huh, sure kid. Whatever you say.” 

Eggsy was tired, there was no lie about that. A sigh escapes as he’s nearly nodding off while responding to an email he’d gotten. He’d left Kingsman not too long ago and he was still adjusting to everything, and everyone. And it meant that he was staying with Brock for the most part. Often he found himself crashing somewhere else -- parts of him still worried that Brock didn’t really care for him and just wanted to use him for the information he had on Kingsman. But he’d convinced him to leave, that Brock would be the one there for him - Eggsy had said he’d always be on Brock’s side if something went down.. So he did try to help upkeep in the other’s place on the times that he did stay there. “I promise,” he murmurs softly as he hits send, eyes closed as he lifts the coffee to his lips.

[winter-soldier-asset-bucky]

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Bucky had been doing well with Steve. He was recovering slowly but steadily, but... every so often, the soldier would surface. HYDRA’s weapon only knew that a mission had failed and he needed to return to his commander. Targets, handlers, orders, all of it was jumbled together in a mind that was not used to remembering more than a few days or weeks at a time. The asset knew he needed to locate his commander, quickly. Sneaking away from the blonde man was simple at night. There were no locks on the door to the room he was ushered into and the weapon found that incredibly strange. However, there was no time to think, only act.

The weapon was built to track targets and doing so with his commander was the same. He spent weeks searching, trying to locate his one tether to a world he understood. Every so often, he would lose pieces of time and realize he had backtracked, making his way toward the blonde again, although he could not understand why. When he finally located his commander, he broke into the house-like base at night and moved to stand in the corner of the commander’s bedroom, waiting for orders.

[thefallenwinter]

It was a rough few months, helping Steve get back up on his feet after his mom passed, but Bucky was glad he did it. Granted, he made a few mistakes there and there, like joining the Army and getting ready for war, but otherwise he was doing well.

He had an apartment down by the docks, he still had his job with the shipping company, and his neighbors were decent people. On one side, he had a lovely old couple who would ask how he and Steve were doing, and bring flowers or cookies once in a blue moon; on the other side was a tall, handsome man who mostly stuck to himself. He would occassionally catch Bucky off guard though, while retrieving the mail, or when he was returning from work.

Tonight just so happened to be one of those nights, having just got back from the packaging warehouse. He had his tool bag in one hand, and his jacket in the other. It was nice out, the weather warm enough to not need it, but still cold enough for it in the morning.

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[schoolboyshorts]

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“Bold of you to assume I’m not, I’ve killed more people than years you’ve been alive.” he hisses lowly. “I don’t need training, but I need purpose.”

[uverdugr]

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“Keep the bill. It looks like it should be returned with a complaint.” Thor had spent on Earth enough time to learn a thing or three. Including shopping and Stark’s quips.

[mechanicdragonheart]

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A pause, he glances at Rumlow before he leans forward. “So, do you still want to marry me even if I were to tell you I’m not human?” 

[bulldog-innit]

starter | @hydradaddy Another mission scoping out his target at a bar. He wasn’t sure if it was just his luck of the draw, or Merlin testing him to see how well he performed while drunk, or what. Third in a fucking row. Eggsy couldn’t complain, though. The drinks were actually halfway decent at this place. He was in street attire this time around, a little more inconspicuous than his suit in an environment like this. He still wore his glasses, adjusting them with a small smile as he watched a pair of cute girls walk by.  He gave a glance at his watch. Still no sign of the target. Frustrated, he ordered another drink to help pass the time, sitting on the barstool by himself for now.

[thebloodiedshield-blog]

@hydradaddy​           STRIKE team was a pack. He’d smelled it, when he’d walked into the training room, shook Brock’s hand, and Fury had told him this was who he’d be working with this time. Out on missions, when they snapped and snarled, and wrecked bloody vengeance for any injury, it showed. He’d kept his distance, broken apart, let them be themselves. He’d been alone for long enough. He didn’t need a new pack.           There was always a reason to avoid them after missions, keep his distance in training.                          “Hey Brock,” Jack says after another training brawl, watching Cap towel himself off while shruggig off offers of aid for his broken nose. “What’s your bet for why he’s so cold shouldered? Can’t be cause he’s some kind of omega bitch, right?”