Winter soldier..

The soldat doesn’t even remember how he let himself get to this point, maybe because of how many times his brain’s been messed with or because of how many times he’s run back to you. You aren’t even a HYDRA agent, you’re a normal person that this machine has fixated on. You keep him around though, after missions he always knows where to go.

“Hmph.” He grunts as his metal arm stays gripping on to your shirt as you make him a snack. He’s like a dog scared to leave it’s owner.