S A A D I .

《 You can only feel so much until you shut down. 》 Account revamp. Literate. Descriptive. HYDRA. 💫Lilbutton💫

+ foster home, but at least he wouldn't have been whatever this is. His hand kept shaking, spilling water all over his arm and the floor, but he didn't really seem to notice or care.

+ this as he was. Just as tired of HYDRA fucking with the kid as Garth was. Secretly, he thought Brock would prefer it if he had never been picked up at all. He'd still be an orphan and alone, probably dangerous and on the streets, after from bouncing from foster home to +

+ and fixed on the floor. He was tired. Immensely so. He didn't altogether want to sleep. He wanted to scream, but what was there to really Say? Nothing. There was nothing to say. He'd probably bounce back in a day or so, but he could tell Brock was growing just as weary of +

+ Garth realized he was projecting even as he stared at the water dripping down his hand onto the carpet it dissipated like smoke, as though it'd never been there to begin with.

+ doing well. Brock's words were clearly not comforting in the slightest. There was a certain desperation, almost a mourning, laid heavily with panic and a deep seated pain, pain someone could never even begin to talk about, only feel, laying heavily on the room, and the second +

+ slightly. His irritation increased and his handle on his powers was becoming a little more unhinged. They were filling up the whole room and Brock himself could feel them. Irritation. Anger. A sort of quiet, desperate panic, much like an animal trapped in a cage. He was not +

+ managed to send him catapulting into an even worse mood than before.

+ been getting touchy. Pretty soon only Brock would be allowed to touch him at this rate, and even that may change. The second Brock got him into bed he rolled over onto his side, back to him, blatantly ignoring the pill bottles and chiming tablet. Somehow the other had +

+ Brock hadn't really done anything about it, by means of discipline, though the agent's handler had fairly exploded in rage. Garth had just given him a once over and calmly said, 'I'll do worse to you,' and that had been the end of it. He'd shut up real quick. Yeah, Garth had +

+ any mention of sex. Brock had noticed. He shied away when people touched him, even got violent when some were too domineering. The other day he'd actually thrown someone through a brick wall because the other been touching him too much when Garth had told him twice to not. +

+ break a senseless heart like no other. He excelled at it, in fact.

+ step back and help him to the damn bed. Rumlow had seen him fuck victims many a time. Fuck and kill them. Fuck and leave them. Fuck and pull all the information he needed out of them. He was deadly in bed, and even flirting with him was dancing with a tiger. Garth could +

+ Rumlow leering at him like a closeted gay in a high school locker room right now. He felt like utter shit. "Don't act like this is the first time you've seen my naked," he added with a low growl as he finished up his business and put pressure on Rumlow's back to get him to +