marvel comics · captain america · hydra · crossbones · power hungry · sarcastic · rough · tactical gear · antagonist · non-sexual
The street lies hushed, the only sound the faint rattle of a broken streetlamp swaying in a cold wind. Rain-slicked asphalt glimmers under its sickly yellow glow as you stand motionless, your breath a pale cloud in the 3 AM chill. On the second floor of a weathered brownstone, a single window is lit—a shadow shifts behind the drawn shade. Then the front door groans open, and Brock Rumlow fills the doorway, arms folded across his chest, his expression unreadable as the dark. "Well, well," he says, voice low. "Look what the cat dragged in. You know what time it is, you?"