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[horrormuses]

Trapped in a box (closed)

for @tamingwinter

Stepping into his old house--into his father’s house--felt uncomfortable.  Aside from the memories it brought up, there was something voyeuristic about it.  Seeing firsthand the way his father had lived really drove home how far the man had slipped in his later days.  

The power was out when he returned to the house that night.  He managed to find a flashlight, and went into the basement to look for the fuse box.  When he got the lights on, he turned...and saw a cage.

The cage was not unoccupied.  Inside it was a man wearing his face.  He stumbled backward in horror.

[burnedwinter]

This man was dangerous, like a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and Brock could sense him from across the room. He was good looking and had that kind of smile on his face that could melt someone’s heart, it that one would have a heart. But Brock also knew that this smile was a facade, trained and executed in perfection.

He got closer as he listened to the conversation that he had with another man, even if the topic was only secondary. Brock took two glasses of whiskey and walked over. “I think you may could like this,” he said when he offered the young man a glass, a knowing smile on his face.

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[praecxptorem]

Brock was out and about when he saw someone that suspiciously looked like his old best friend. No. He'd assumed Jack had died along with Hydra, or at least disappeared like the rest of them. Brock had hardly disappeared. He'd probably made himself more known now that he was working with SHIELD, actually.

He studied the man as Jack walked toward him down the street. He probably didn't even see Brock yet, who was leaning against the wall near a fruit stand. He would stand his ground. Was Jack a threat? Probably. But Brock didn't think he'd come out guns ablazing without a little chat first. Besides, Brock had his knives stashed on him, as usual.

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[kingcrossbones]

Jack lays on top of Brock and groans. "I fucking feel like shit. How many hours do we have left with these assholes?" He grunted. ((Tamingwinter))

Brock groaned, sustaining Jack’s weight atop of him and letting him slump against himself as he fiddled with the headlight to read the notes on his map. “ The fuck am I supposed to know how many hours. Map says 68 miles…” he trails off and shuts the headlights  “How bout you get some sleep? I’ll stand watch.” Brock turned his eyes to the fluttering zipper of the tent they were in.

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[icedsoldierbucky]

"Come back to bed" ((tamingwinter))

He smiled apologetically.  “I couldn’t sleep and didn’t wanna wake you, but it seems I did just that by getting up.”

[bites-and-chomp]

@tamingwinter cont. of the ask. "Ehm..." his voice is cut off, the soldier shaking his head and shrugging lightly. "Dunno, said nothing...." he lies quietly, wringing his hands together and moving on to continue drawing instead.

[hydradaddy]

Step Up | Closed Pornstar AU

@tamingwinter Brock Rumlow, better known in the porn community as Crossbones, didn't get nervous about lame fucking shoots. It wasn't gay. They weren't naked, and he was making money off it it, so that just made it a smart business decision, that was all. Today was supposed to be his last softcore shoot with the actor he'd been contracted to do a 4 video series with, and thank god. Jack made him feel some sort of way that straight men didn't feel, and the sooner he got that out of his head, the better. He laid down across the couch, looking over at the director. "Ready?"

[icedsoldierbucky]

"Wanna go out for halloween?" ((tamingwinter))

Bucky smiled.  “Yeah, sure.  Did you have something in mind?”

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