Nov 20, 2021
The Asset could just not catch a break. It was bad enough that he had asshat Hydra handlers making his days a living hell. Now there is this guy, or dog, or snake, or who the hell knows what else, wanting to be a pal. Seriously, how was this his life? What with his brain being scrambled all the time, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a friend. Or if he’d ever had one, although surely he must have at some point, yes? But Lenin on a pogo stick, friends are not supposed to be this damn annoying… Are they?
https://archiveofourown.org/works/35230753/chapters/87792517