#and in winter the hose has to be turned off so it doesn't freeze

[seth-the-giggle-fish]

I want to cut my hair

I want to cut my hair

I can't cut my hair because fuck if I know where the hair clippers are and even if I did know where they are I can't take a fucking shower to help me clean up afterwards

I can't fucking shower because we still don't have water in the house

[morgana-greenleaf]

Okay so I was inspired by this gif of bucky crying from FATWS where he's being told he's free,, and I'm just like imagine Hydra having fulfilled their motives with him and they kind of just kick him out like a stray because killing him is just a hassle at this point or something idk and he's just crying and begging and so attached at this point he doesn't know what to do besides being a weapon and maybe Rumlow feels a little sorry cuz there's his Winter Soldier practically hugging his leg

The main part of their mission succeeded. Captain America, Nick Fury and Black Widow are dead. So is that other man, the new one. Sam Wilson? The Insight helicarriers are launched, and right now are spreading out across the world to seek out the second wave of targets.

The Winter Soldier is defunct. The helicarriers have taken over his job. With the amount of maintenance required to keep him functional and obedient, and the rebellion he still gives, he’s just not worth the risk.

Not worth killing, either. They had hoped he would die defending the helicarriers. If he goes to anyone, the Insight helicarriers can kill them in seconds. They can kill anyone who threatens to expose them. He’ll just die out on the street somewhere, alone and unloved, from starvation, from the cocktail of drugs in his system, or maybe someone with an ounce of pity will put a bullet in his skull.

Rumlow does not have an ounce of pity. The Soldier has been stripped, hosed and wiped since he returned. Now they’ve given him some thin scrubs that will do nothing to keep him warm with the freezing air outside, and one nutrient bar, kind of like the pistol given to a marooned pirate. Except they won’t let him end it that quickly.

Rumlow drags the Soldier out by his hair, stumbling and groggy from the wipe. He kicks open the back door to an alley, and shoves the Soldier to the ground. The Soldier whimpers as he lands, grazing his hands and knees. He reaches back to Rumlow, metal hand ghosting over Rumlow’s boot.

“Please,” the Soldier whispers, “Please.” His voice cracks slightly; he’s crying.

“You’re useless,” Rumlow says disdainfully. “We don’t need you anymore. So piss off.”

“Please,” the Soldier says again. “I can help. D-defend the helicarriers. Or-”

“Insight will shoot anyone before they even start attacking the helicarriers. That’s the whole point of threat analysis.”

“But-” the Soldier tries, but Rumlow’s had enough. He turns and slams the door behind him, almost catching the Soldier’s chasing hand.

The Soldier’s still there a weak later, almost unconscious from starvation and drug withdrawal. He’s too loyal to leave them, even if it means death. Rumlow doesn’t care.