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kingrumlow:

He didn’t even care to remember the names as they were completely irrelevant to him, especially when he felt the other’s hand on his leg. He hummed from time to time to show that he was listening and giggled a bit as he saw his grimace when he drank some of the wine “You don’t like that?” Brock smiled “I have a sweeter one around here somewhere.” he said idly and started poking at the food, feeding Boned some of it and every 5-7 bites he gave him, had one himself. He wasn’t that hungry and from what the other said, and looked like, he needed it more than him. 

“Woow there, baby boy,” Brock breathed as he was eating kinda fast for his first meal “Easy, there’s more from where that came from and I don’t want you to be sick.” he added soothingly and looked down at him, placing a gentle kiss to his temple.  “You’re welcome to stay here if you like,” he also pondered that he could also help with a little education as he clearly lacked it because of his past that even if he didn’t say it out loud, it was pretty intuitive to suppose so “and I’ll do my best to school you in what i know,” the man smirked under his breath, not actually saying what that was “and with whatever else you need, it can be arranged.”

“I figure that you’re not the social type and that’s wonderful…” he hummed as he truly only wanted him for himself and perhaps show him around to balls after he was a little bit more mannered and learned how to behave in high class groups “I can arrange for home schooling on whatever you like, hobbies, interests…” he gazed back to the boy’s bag “Hm… maybe you’ll like art. It will help you get some of that weight of your chest too, expressing yourself like that.”

No, he didn’t like the wine, he didn’t really like alcohol, it tasted nasty and felt like it attacked his stomach with a burning fire that made him sick.  Sure, this was a mild wine, he didn’t like it, just the taste of the alcohol made him whine and not want any more of it, but he was so...so thirsty.  Eating this food made him so thirsty, but he didn’t even want the man to get up, didn’t want him to move away from him.  Liked feeling his heart against his back and the hand that fed him even as it came less and less.  “don’t like the taste...” he whines gently, leaning his head back and looking at Brock with round eyes.  He’s very curious of the man, why he would pick him up, why he would do all these things for him....just because he looked good?  

“I-I...I am...allowed to stay here?  for...how long?” he asks gently, reaching for Brock’s hand so he could try and hold it.  He wants that comfort, wants to be able to feel the mans warmth in his hand and be able to hold onto him somewhere other than just grasping at his shirt.  “Th-Thank you, sir...  Y-You’re so...generous.”  The boy lowered his head and just simply leaned back against him, hands rubbing over his own stomach, trying to calm the gurgling and the rumbling there.

“I...I do like art, sir....but I haven’t been able to draw or paint for...for long time...” He frowns for a while, kinda pouting about it.  Art was important to him and having it taken away from him so abruptly was devastating to him...The fact that this man was offering it to him again made him swallow and squirm some at the thought of having it brought back.  “I...I can make some things for you...If it would...make you happy?”  The boy had a natural talent that was so long forgotten since all of these things went down with his family, it was making him excited to know he can have it again.  To feel happier again.

★ Modern AU ★  || closed ||

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"Classified." Bones rumbles, his body swaying slow, his hands clenching into fists and the Asset starting to pace a little back and forth before standing still. His eyes are narrowed, his tongue swiping out over his lips to lap up the dried blood as mission mode again locks into place. 'Mission complete' should do something. Should make him calm down, but there's a broken switch in his head. There's something going on, something that prevents the trigger words to work. "Incorrect." He rumbles low, shaking his head and looking up at Rumlow. "State orders."

@kingrumlow @devixusmuses “They–they made me—they made me do it–didn’t wanna–” his lips and mouth were coated in dry blood, specks of it were in his teeth. Fingers were curled into fists, blood caked up under those fingernails and between those fingers. He’s shaking, he’s fighting something in his head, he’s fighting mission mode, fighting the urge to rip someone apart all over again. He needs to come down from it…needs to relax… “Gonna….gonna chomp…” he rumbles low, reaching out to steady himself on something, hand coming up to move his hair from his face, so much blood on his clothes, in his hair, on his face.

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@kingrumlow @devixusmuses "They--they made me---they made me do it--didn't wanna--" his lips and mouth were coated in dry blood, specks of it were in his teeth. Fingers were curled into fists, blood caked up under those fingernails and between those fingers. He's shaking, he's fighting something in his head, he's fighting mission mode, fighting the urge to rip someone apart all over again. He needs to come down from it...needs to relax... "Gonna....gonna chomp..." he rumbles low, reaching out to steady himself on something, hand coming up to move his hair from his face, so much blood on his clothes, in his hair, on his face.

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He grumbles and moves over, sitting himself in Brock's lap. "You are show me to not be messy." Bones licks his lips again after pulling the lollipop from his mouth and offering it to Brock. "I am wanting to see you suck on it..."

"Chomp chomp, daddy!!!" May or may not be sucking on a lollipop, little strands of saliva running down his chin. (Bites-and-chomp)

“Now that’s filthy…” he grinned. “Is that how you’re supposed to suck on your treats, boy?”@bites-and-chomp

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He whines and sticks his tongue out after tugging the lollipop outta his mouth. "Dunno! Is taste yummy though!" He licks his lips and grins before sticking that lollipop right back in his mouth.

"Chomp chomp, daddy!!!" May or may not be sucking on a lollipop, little strands of saliva running down his chin. (Bites-and-chomp)

“Now that’s filthy…” he grinned. “Is that how you’re supposed to suck on your treats, boy?”@bites-and-chomp

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"O...oh...am can have this?" He asks softly, showing jack the card he took from him. "Am got it right!" Grinning, the soldier nods and proceeds to count to ten in Russian instead of English...it was easier.

He grumbles and crinkles his nose some more, “is stupid. None of my cards are same! How am supposed to win?” The soldier whines lowly, huffing softly.

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"Oh...how am get them from you? Am just...take em?" He reaches and plucks the card outta Jack's hand that matched his own. "Er--diamonds....umm...hearts...clubs....shovels?" He frowns, not thinking that was right..."oh--oh--spades."

He grumbles and crinkles his nose some more, “is stupid. None of my cards are same! How am supposed to win?” The soldier whines lowly, huffing softly.

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He grumbles and crinkles his nose some more, "is stupid. None of my cards are same! How am supposed to win?" The soldier whines lowly, huffing softly.

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Bones frowns a little bit and pouts for a good few seconds. "Am not understanding...why is not work? Why is have to be same...?" The soldier grumbles and crinkles his nose.

The soldier watches jack intensely, so curious as to how all of this works. It’s so cool, he really really likes it. Bones shifts in his chair and carefully looks at his cards, frowning a tad bit as he feels the surface under his fingertips. It’s not something he’s felt before. “I am…thinking I am understanding….like…this?” He plucks two cards from his hand that have the same number, but one is clubs and the other is diamonds. “Is same?”

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The soldier watches jack intensely, so curious as to how all of this works. It's so cool, he really really likes it. Bones shifts in his chair and carefully looks at his cards, frowning a tad bit as he feels the surface under his fingertips. It's not something he's felt before. "I am...thinking I am understanding....like...this?" He plucks two cards from his hand that have the same number, but one is clubs and the other is diamonds. "Is same?"

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Marvel Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Brock Rumlow,  Additional Tags: Original Character(s), clone characters, short series, Hydra, Marvel. Summary:

“Rumlow--” his voice is hoarse, like he hadn’t spoken since the last time he’d seen his friend.

“Hey, kid, how you doin’?” Rumlow opens his arms, letting Bones in close for a little hug before he’s taking a step back to feel like he has at least some personal space, but Bones is already invading it again, messing with the badge clipped to his shirt.

Bones takes the badge off and clips it to his own shirt, laughing and trying to imitate Brock’s voice closely, “I’m Rumlow and I’m serious. Am can’t have any hugs.” The soldier rumbles, grinning when Rumlow chuckles and pulls him in for another short hug.

“Goofball. Gimme the badge back and go sit yer ass on yer bed, I got ya another gift.”

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Bones tilts his head a little bit before standing and joining jack at his little table in the center of the room. "Cards...is seem good?" The Asset puts his hands on the table in front of him and watches Jack intensely, curious what they were going to do.

Bones nods and then shakes his head slow, “erm, no…dunno..” he looks around the room…it was basically empty…he didn’t have anything else to do other than just…sit here. That’s what he usually did anyways. “No…have nothing else.”

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Bones whimpers softly, smiling a tiny bit as Brock runs his thumb over his lips. He really likes that, wants to suck on his fingers again though, wants to keep doing that, keep suckin on em and make little sounds, but apparently Brock has other plans for him. "U-Uhhuh..." he swallows thickly and carefully looks down at himself before nodding. His hand moves from the ground and he gently starts to palm himself, moaning quietly with a soft little gasp escaping his lips shortly after.

Bones gasps gently when those fingers slip from his mouth, a small strand of saliva falling from his lips. It rolls down his chin slow and the man keeps his hands in his lap instead, not really concerned about wiping it away. “Was…maybe…thinking of touch myself… a little…” he licks his lips and blushed instantly from his own words. He knows not to look away though, so he stays peering up at the man. “Maybe a little…”

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Bones gasps gently when those fingers slip from his mouth, a small strand of saliva falling from his lips. It rolls down his chin slow and the man keeps his hands in his lap instead, not really concerned about wiping it away. "Was...maybe...thinking of touch myself... a little..." he licks his lips and blushed instantly from his own words. He knows not to look away though, so he stays peering up at the man. "Maybe a little..."

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Bones nods and then shakes his head slow, "erm, no...dunno.." he looks around the room...it was basically empty...he didn't have anything else to do other than just...sit here. That's what he usually did anyways. "No...have nothing else."

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Bones wants to let out another loud whine, but he just ends up looking down at his hands in his lap. "A-Am sorry..." the soldier swallows thickly and looks at Jack again. "Am very sorry, please are not put me to bed."

“play? Am wanna play. What are can play?” He asks softly, tilting his head and trying to figure out just what playing meant. “Don’t wanna do bedtime….am not like it.” Bones whines a little and stands up, taking a few steps away and sitting on his bed with a louder whine.

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"play? Am wanna play. What are can play?" He asks softly, tilting his head and trying to figure out just what playing meant. "Don't wanna do bedtime....am not like it." Bones whines a little and stands up, taking a few steps away and sitting on his bed with a louder whine.