fallencomrade:

        ^{an intense FLARE of heat burns though him suddenly. it fades just as quickly, before it gains enough momentum to influence his behavior. whatever the emotion is, the soldier lets it go && pushes it away. rumlow’s explanation does spark confusion however, CURIOSITY. dark brows dip slightly, consternation briefly shadowing his expression if for only a second. he recovers, SECURING the mask once more over his features - EMPTY eyes, VACANT expression. he lifts his gaze back up until their eyes connect.}  

          ^{❛  you DEFECTED?  ❜ a tilt of the head ;; a glint of something dark && dangerous brewing in the shadows of his eyes. it was an IMPOSSIBILITY. there is no escaping hydra.  ❛  i’ll escort you to the nearest safe house. they will issue you new orders and assignment from there.  ❜}

‴ain’t as simple as that, kid,‴ he’s reaching up to rub the back of his neck, it’s non-threatening, it’s nothing dangerous, but his own eyes avert for a moment. he’s thinking.  what can he say?  whatever the fuck he wants, he ain’t here to hide nothin’ no more.  he’s dead to HYDRA and SHIELD, he’s not held down by their secrets anymore.

‴i ain’t lettin’ ya take me nowhere where they are at.  just shut up for a minute.‴  he’s reaching to his pocket, probably a very long moment of suspense, but he only pulls out a very outdated phone, tapping away at the keys until he pulls up a picture, showing it to the other man.  it’s a picture of a map and a location.  ‴take me here how bout that?  this is my own safe house and definitely for others t’ know about.  ya understand?  i need a full read back on the orders.‴

fallencomrade:

          ^{❛  you were reassigned.  ❜  DEAD  eyes  follow  the  other  man’s  every  move,  body  disengaged  but  tense,  on  edge.  his  heartbeat  is  elevated,  a  RAPID  kick  against  his  ribcage.  rumlow  isn’t  a  handler  or  a  commanding  officer  but  the  strike  team  has  as  much  AUTHORITY  as  anyone  else.  –– &&  the  soldier  is  beneath  all  of  them.  eyes  jump  away,  to  the  ground  -  jaw  clenching.  ❛  is  there  a  mission?  ❜}

‴that what they told ya now?  cute.  so innocent and oblivious.‴ 
sure, he probably shouldn’t babble about what HYDRA lied about, but he wasn’t under their authority anymore.  he was dead on their terms.  buried under the rubble of the Triskelion and left to
                DIE.  

‴there ain’t no mission that i’m concerned about,‴ eyes are burning a hole into the soldier’s face, staring him down.  he feels better when the soldier is already backing down, not looking at him anymore.  ‴i don’t run with those wolves no more.‴

fallencomrade:

         _{❛  ——  it’s  been…  a  while.  ❜  wary  gray  eyes  are  guarded,  expression  pulled  tight  -  CONTROLLED.  he  holds  his  breath  until  the  air  in  his  lungs  burn  -  frozen,  like  an  animal  who  knows  it  is  being  watched  ( HUNTED ).  finally,  he  releases  the  tension  in  his  body  &&  asks,  ❛  why  are  you  here?  ❜}

‴what, can’t be passing through, huh?  or is everything too much of a coincidence for you nowadays?‴ he’s starting to grin a little, shifting his stance to do the buttons on his jacket down a few times. 
            one button,
                     two buttons.

‴i feel like yer eyes are gonna pop outta yer head if you keep watchin’ me so closely.‴