More more more of Abducted! Tony as Winter Soldier's handler
Winter stares at himself in the mirror. The bruises on his face have already faded to faint, yellow smudges. He shifts the shirt his Handler gave him around, making it rest comfortably over the stitches. The amateur stitches worked well enough, so he should be able to take them out in the next day or so.
His hair is longer than usual, hanging around his jaw and brushing his neck. In the past, workers had cut it while he was put under, maintaining it so it wouldn’t interfere with his sight and, therefore, efficiency. After running, it grew out, and Winter never found the time, or reason, to cut it. It’s been helpful too, disguising his features better than other items he’s worn.
A soft knocking catches his attention, and he leaves the bathroom, hand hovering over the handle of his knife, when his Handler calls, “Breakfast is ready, if you want some. It’s fine if you don’t! I just… thought you’d be hungry?”
His Handler falls silent for several long moments, and Winter listens as the floorboards creak while his Handler walks away.