A Fresh Start

Begining Of Time

It has been a couple of painful, agonizing months since the former H.Y.D.R.A. commander, Brock Rumlow, was released from the hospital in New York City after his 'incident'. He is currently residing in Jack Rollins' fairly good sized apartment.
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[Jack Rollins' apartment]
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Jack walks into the guest bedroom, temporary living space of Rumlow, with a plate of pancakes and a half-full glass of milk. He smiles at his 'guest'. "Mornin', Brock. I fixed pancakes for ya." Brock gives a muffled yawn while he manages to sit up. "Thanks, Bigfoot." He smirks faintly as Rollins hands him the plate and sets the glass down on the bedside table next to him. The agent rolls his eyes and the commander only laughs. "Eat up. I don't have all day ya know." Jack orders. "Alright, alright. Let me enjoy it then." Brock complains, taking a few, small bites of the first pancake. Jack leaves the room to go shower and get dressed for work. The agent quit H.Y.D.R.A. and now works for S.H.E.I.L.D. A few minutes later, Brock finished eating and sat the empty plate next to the empty glass on the bedside table. Rollins quickly makes his way in, snatching the plate and the glass before disappearing to the kitchen. He makes a rushed appearance in the doorway. "Brock, I gotta go. Call me if ya need anything." Jack says, now making his way out the door, down the steps and into his vehicle. Brock lays back down, pulling the covers over himself, drifting back to sleep, waiting for Jack to arrive home after work.