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New Year’s stuck
Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader.
Word count: 511 words.
Summary: Will you and Brock be able to make it to New Year's dinner on time?
Warnings: Train stuck
A/N: This is my entry to @ghostofskywalker MXRFF’s Holiday Prompt Challenge with the prompt #31:
"New Year’s kiss."
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My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.
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A snowstorm was falling in the city; you were amazed. That meant snowmen, snowball fights, and endless fun. Of course, Brock was not pleased; he appeared to despise the snow.
"Of course, the snow bothers me; I can't use my bike," Brock complained for the third time in the day.
"Come on, Brock, it's fun."
"No, it's not; I’m cold the whole day; I can't use my bike; the workouts are slower; the transport is slower," Brock kept complaining.
"You sound like Rogers' grandfather," you sneered.
"What?"
"What you heard," you said.
"I think someone will clear all the snow that accumulates in front of our house... alone," Brock said, using that tone of pretending to be furious, even if it wasn't true.
"Then you'll take care of today's dinner... alone," you challenged.
Before he could answer, Steve came in for Brock to sign the last mission report, and you took advantage of the meddling to leave.
Hours later, Brock looked for you; they still had to finish cooking New Year's dinner. When they looked around, they realized they couldn't leave on the bike because the roads were closed due to snow, and the only way out was through the subway.
Brock gave you that typical look of his with which he hinted at the classic "I told you."
"Don't you dare, we can still get home; we will take a train, and you will see that it will be a spectacular dinner."
"If we walk, we'll get there faster," Brock said.
"No, better as I say," you insisted as you pulled him toward the entrance of the station.
However, just halfway through their time trapped in the snow inside the subway car, Brock turned to see you with the faces of a few friends.
"Are you still happy with your snow?" he questioned.
"Oh, come on, Brock, it's a bit of snow; in no time the train will move forward and we'll get home," you replied while still smiling.
"I don't think we'll get there before our guests," Brock complained.
"Oh, well, I don't know what you're worried about; Jack has keys; they can come in."
"We will freeze to death."
"Don't be dramatic, they just have to remove some snow from the tracks and the train will move forward."
Mobile phone batteries were gone; they were still stranded on the train with no way to communicate.
"Well, it could be worse; we could be in the middle of a mission and everything is going wrong," you said abruptly, trying to lighten the mood as Brock looked at you with disdain.
Brock smiled triumphantly, possibly using another mode of transportation in the same way they would have arrived or been stuck anyway. He saw his watch; it was less than a minute before midnight; they were going to be very, very late for dinner.
He took you by the shoulders and kissed you. You were very surprised. Usually, Brock doesn't act that way; you are always the one who surprises him.
"Happy New Year, love," he said after kissing you.
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Home Sweet Home (AU Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Five - Best Friends
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This story is progressing. And I´m falling more and more in love with it. I really hope you do too.
Pairing: Brock Rumlow (Mechanic ex Military Brock) X Reader
Word Count: 1517
Summary: You tell your best friends about what happened between you and Brock.
Warnings: Age-Gap
DISCLAIMER: This is an AU story. But I still don´t own any of the MARVEL characters, only my original ones.
HAPPY READING!
The following Monday, you sit at your local diner, waiting for Jess and Molly to meet you for lunch. Your head is spinning around everything that happened this weekend. Work has been a drag today, thankfully you worked alone, so you had a chance to think. Just a couple of phone calls, and some orders that came in. You managed to do everything you were supposed to. But you couldn't seem to get Brock out of your head. Your belly clenched every time you thought about him, and that made it extremely hard to concentrate. And you're still not sure if you're dreaming or not.
- So... Kissed him yet?
Jess asks, casually sliding into the booth next to you. You take a breath, look at her.
- Where's Molly?
You ask. Hoping to derail this particular conversation.
- Ahh.. We should wait until she gets here. This will be so great!
Jess says, smiling widely, and rubbing her hands together.
- I want all the dirty details.
She continues.
You friendly roll your eyes at her, before you lift up the menu. Stupid move, you know. You and Jess always have your lunch here, ever since you got back from New York, and you both know what you're going to get. So the menu thing isn't necessary at all. You know that, and Jess knows that.
- Oh my God! WHAT happened. Tell me, tell me, tell me!
You give her a "shut up" look.
- Not here, Jess. Everybody knows my dad!
You whisper, trough your teeth.
Jess instantly get's up.
- Drive through then. You can talk in the car!
Then she drags you with her outside. You bump into Molly in the door.
- Drive through, Molly! YN's gonna tell us something.
Jess says, walking fast and firm over to her car, with you in tow.
- I call shotgun!
Molly shouts behind you.
Fifteen minutes later, you all have your food, and Jess parks the car.
- So, YN! Spill!
She says, turning towards you.
- Jess! Maybe she isn't ready!
Molly states, taking a big bite of her burger.
- Oh, please, we always tell each other everything. And this is the juiciest thing yet. This is even better than me and Ben!
Ben fucking Caplan, the first guy Jess slept with. Every girl liked him, he was like the hottest guy your age. And everybody wanted him. So when he and Jess started dating, it was a big deal. Then the stupid fucker cheated his ass off, and Jess dumped him, pretty publicly. And that was also a big deal. At least for people your age. People still talked about that. And
Ben never got back his old status after that. Jess made sure of it. Showed Ben Caplan, and everybody else why you should never mess with Jess. Ben never got his reputation as the schools stallion back after Jess told everyone how he really was in bed. You don't remember every single detail, but words like "flaccid" and "magnifying glass" were used. You still have a deep respect for Jess, for how she handled that situation. Not every 16 year old would be able to think on their feet like that. But then again, Jess always had a smart mouth and a quick response to every single situation.
- He's a good kisser, if that's what you mean!
You say, as Jess takes a sip of her soft drink. As soon as the words leave your mouth, Jess almost chokes on her drink.
- I knew it!
Jess almost yells.
- Did you sleep with him?
Jess asks, turning around to face you again.
- YN, you don't have to answer that!
Molly states. Turning to face you as well.
- What are you talking about, Molly? Of course she needs to answer that. We want to know. Both of us! I told you when I slept with Ben.
Jess says, so eager that she's almost levitating off her seat.
- To be fair, it was actually Ben who told everyone about that.
Molly states, probably to take Jess down a notch.
She's not wrong. Ben broadcasted his encounter with Jess in such a manner that he just as well could have made a statement on the schools intercom. It was almost so you thought it would be on the News at one point. Stupid fucker. But it gave Jess some PR. PR she still lives off to this day. You actually think it was this thing with Ben that gave Jess her rough exterior, and the "I don't give a fuck" attitude. A perfect example of the term "all PR is good PR."
- I slept IN the bed with him, but no. No sex happened.
You say. After all they are your best friends, and you do need to talk about this. Carrying this around alone will be impossible.
You don't know if it was his intent or not, to have you in bed with him. But when he woke you up there on the couch, you kinda just followed him, and he didn't say no. You both slept with your underwear on. Sweet Brock, so considerate after he found out. He didn't even kiss you after you got into bed, but you could feel his breath on your neck, he was close enough for that. Just thinking about that, sends shivers down your spine.
- And?
Jess asks. Putting some fries in her mouth.
- Nothing. Nothing happened.
You answer, shrugging.
- No!
Jess says, slapping her hands on her thighs.
- Tell us about the kiss!
She continues, almost jumping up and down.
So you tell them. About the pool, how he held your face, and about how slow and careful he was. About the kitchen, and how he lifted you up on the counter, how his hands felt on your back. How he kept saying that he was sorry. And about how he found out you were a virgin.
When you're done talking, you're almost out of breath yourself, and both Molly and Jess just looks at you. You can almost see the stars in their eyes.
- YN and Brock sitting in a tree...
Jess sings, and does a little dance. You friendly nudge her shoulder.
- YN...
Molly suddenly says. Her voice sounds concerned.
- Yes!
You answer. Looking at her.
- What about your dad?
Molly asks, in her own concerned way. You know she only want's to look out for you. That she doesn't want you to get hurt. But her question makes your stomach sink.
You never thought of your dad in all of this. The stuff with Brock was so intense, it kinda took everything else away. And you never thought anything like this would ever happen. So your dad sorta never entered your head. What would he think about this? He wouldn't be happy about it that much you know. But you have no idea what he'd do about it.
Molly looks at you.
- Probably best not to tell him. You don't even know if this is going to be a thing, right? No use in worrying about that now.
Molly says, putting her hand comforting on your knee.
- Yeah...
You say, looking down on Mollys hand on your knee. What did you actually do? What did you think was going to happen? Why did you do this? Brock is your dad's best friend, since childhood. This is never going to end well. And what is Brock thinking about this? You need to talk about this. You need to figure out what you're going to do, when your dad gets back.
- Lunch break is over, time to head back to the trenches!
Jess states, as she starts the car.
- You work at Starbucks, Jess. How much hard work can it be?
Molly says, holding in a laugh.
- Oh, you have NO IDEA how hard it is to get a caramel latte, almond milk, no foam, to be absolutely "right" in a customers eyes. AND, and, you have no idea how rude people get, when you get it wrong!
You almost laugh yourself. Both you and Molly knew how much Jess hated her job, and Jess knew how much you and Molly liked to tease her about it. It's been a couple of times you and Molly showed up at the local Starbucks when Jess worked, just to give her the most ridiculous drink order you could come up with. Of course you never actually made her make them. But you messed with her. Thankfully the three of you go way, way back, and you could all take a joke. At least from each other.
And right now. You couldn't be more thankful for them. You would never be able to carry all of this alone, and the fact that both Molly and Jess had your back in this, helped you to relax a bit about the whole situation you managed to get yourself into. Whatever happens next, you know you'll always be able to talk to the two girls sitting in front of you. And you couldn't stress enough how grateful you were for that.
Why? Just why did it have to be Brock?
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Fractured
Title: Fractured.
Fandom: Marvel, X-men, Captain America.
Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Mutant!Reader.
Rating: Teen.
Word count: 682 words.
Warnings: Mention of characters death, interrogation.
Summary: You discovered Brock’s past.
A/N: This is my entry to @multifandom-lover, Annie-1018 & square 2:
"I used to be a sweet kid."
You can read it on Wattpad & Ao3 too.
@saiyanprincessswanie
My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.
I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and are not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.
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Brock kept the small locket with your photo; no one but him knew of the existence of that object. That day, maybe it would be his last mission, his last chance to see you. He had a feeling about what would happen, although he could not discern whether it would be good or bad.
He loves you, and he knew that you loved him too, but neither of us dared to take the first step, nor would he forget the look on your face when you discovered who he really was.
He cursed when Steve forced him into the vehicle; indeed, the mission had not gone as he had planned. He knew what would happen, but he would manage to escape.
He had always liked interrogations, but he preferred to carry them out and not be asked the questions himself.
He was sure that Rogers would be the one interrogating him, so he would do everything he could to make him mad and not get any answers. Steve had ruined his life.
Twenty minutes before the door opened, Brock settled into his seat, though he was suddenly confused when he saw you come in instead of Steve.
"It's been a long time," you said, looking at him.
"I can explain," Brock commented, pretending to be disinterested. He wasn't going to let you realize that you had surprised him; he was completely sure that Steve wouldn't miss the opportunity to get information from one of his enemies.
"What are you going to explain to me, Brock? Why were you trying to steal a highly dangerous substance? Or why were you part of HYDRA? " you scoffed.
"Whatever you want, although I guess you're more interested in knowing the former, I guess you're going to record it." Brock's voice sounded sarcastic.
"No one knows I'm here; in fact, no one suspects it, so no cameras," you commented.
Yes, you had used your powers for that; no one would notice that you were talking or anything that happened there. You could even be there for hours and they wouldn't notice it; in reality, it would only be less than a second.
"I know you like me," he said suddenly.
"You don't know anything, Brock."
"I know how you feel about me; I know what you thought about me that day; I saw everything in your eyes; I know too many things... "
"Don't try to be funny, Rumlow; I didn't come here to talk about that," "you said.
"I used to be a sweet kid."
"What? "
"I had a good childhood; my father was military, kind of strict, but still. You know, sometimes things happen for a reason; I didn't expect to be an orphan at sixteen."
"Did that make you what you are now? Is that how you justify everything you've done? "
"Not exactly, but that's how I ended up in the HYDRA facility."
Brock kept telling you everything that had happened in his life as you tried to decipher his intentions. In the end, he was right; you were in love with him, but you needed to know what his plan was. Anyway, it seemed like it was a forbidden love, but how many things hadn't you already done in hiding from the organization?
"Why are you telling me all this?"
"As soon as you said it, I realized, we're not in the cell at the base, are we?"
"Do you really care where we are?"
"No, of course, we could do other things," Brock suggested suggestively.
You smiled. They wouldn't do anything there, but somewhere else.
"Don't worry, I'll show you the plan later, but in the meantime, you must be ready; at any moment, I'll take you out of here," you told him.
Before Brock could say anything else, he was already alone in the room again; however, this time he was smiling. He was going to get out of there, and in the best way possible, with your help.
He looked up when he heard the door open again; this time it was Steve, so he smirked.
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Ruined anniversary
Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader.
Word count: 610 words.
Summary: You have plans to celebrate your anniversary, but would change.
Warnings: Little angst.
A/N: This is my gift to @talia-rumlow. HAPPY BIRTHDAY FREYA!
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My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.
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You felt Brock's hand caress your cheek as you took a nap after the mission. That mission had been one of the most exhausting, even though it didn't take many days.
Back on the ship, you decided to take some rest, but Brock had inadvertently woken you up.
“Is something wrong? “Brock asked you when he saw you looking thoughtful.
“I just remembered how we met," you answered.
“On the first mission after we left the Academy," he remembered, for the first time in his life he felt nervous, in fact, he wanted to ask you out since you were at the Academy, but he never dared, however the adrenaline he felt on that first mission pushed him to ask you.
“You almost shot me on that mission," you commented.
“I thought you were from the enemy team," Brock excused himself.
“If you wanted a kiss you should have asked me instead of pointing a gun at me," you teased.
“Oh, come on, well, maybe if I had asked you, our first date wouldn't have been ruined by the Chitauris. "
You snorted, everything was going so perfectly, you were about to kiss when one of the damn monsters walked past you, that's when you realized you had several messages where S.H.I.E.L.D. required your presence, but you had been ignoring your cell phones until you saw the monster.
Your anniversary would be next month, and you were planning to go to the beach that weekend, but maybe your plans were going to change for the next mission.
You were collecting all the information you could from the computer you found.
“T/N, status," Brock asked you over the intercom.
“Getting information from a computer in the south wing," you replied.
A few minutes later Brock was running to where you were, he had heard you arguing with someone, whose voice he didn't recognize, then some explosions and screams.
He wasn't going to lose you, he knew you usually didn't need to be rescued, but he wasn't going to let anything bad happen to you, let alone lose you.
When he got to where you were, he found you unconscious, the person who had attacked you was gone.
The next couple of days, Brock did not leave your side, he would stay with you, he did not want you to wake up and he was not there.
It was on the third day that you opened your eyes, and he immediately called the doctors. Everything was fine, but you had to stay a couple of days more in the hospital.
“I'm sorry, I don't think we will be able to go to the beach," you apologized, a little disappointed, you had let your guard down and that's why you had been attacked.
“The only thing that matters to me is that you are well, we’ll celebrate later. "
“Brock, tomorrow is our anniversary," you commented, he nodded. "Do you think they'll let me out tomorrow so we can celebrate? "
“I'd rather you follow the doctor's orders," Brock said sternly.
“Oh, come on, I bought some lingerie, especially for the occasion," you commented seductively.
“Well, we'll celebrate later, but that day I'll make you scream so much until your voice is gone and you might not be able to walk after what I'll do to you," he got up to go to the door, he would go to buy something to eat.
“Brock, hey, no, come here, I want us to celebrate right now. Brock, hey, don't ignore me!"
But he had already left the room, you snorted, the day you celebrated, you would get your revenge and enjoy it.
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You’re not here
Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader.
Word count: 754 words.
Summary: Remember when you said you’d marry me? Today is our wedding day and you’re not here to see it.
Warnings: Sad, death of a character.
A/N: This is @caplanbuckybarnes’s Summary challenge with the summary #5.
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My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.
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The smell of pancakes caused Brock to wake up. He sighed. He was supposed to prepare breakfast that day; he had planned everything to make it a special day.
He had to keep calm; he made a little stumble in his plan, but that didn't mean it was going to end badly.
The rest of the day was happening just as Brock had planned it; however, it was a little difficult for him to convince you to take you out to dinner without suspicion, not to mention that you only did it on special dates.
Unusually, you were having dinner in silence, but Brock felt nervous enough to be able to hold a conversation.
"What are you up to?" you asked, breaking the silence.
"Nothing," he replied, trying not to change his tone of voice or gesture.
"Brock, I know you, and I know when you're hiding something," you assured him.
"Marry me," Brock said suddenly, then closed his eyes. He wanted to slap himself; that was not the plan that should have come out, but the words just came out. He swallowed his saliva, nervous. Seeing your face, you didn't even expect that he was going to tell you that, and he was beginning to suspect that your answer would be negative, and soon everything was going to become awkward.
"Yes, Brock, I will marry you," you answered.
Now he was the one who was surprised. He quickly reached for the ring to put it on your finger.
Brock took the rings out of the little box; between the two of you, you had chosen them. From the moment he gave you the engagement ring, he loved how it looked on your hand.
You put on the one he would wear. He still couldn't believe what had happened. What was he supposed to do now?
Obviously, everything had been cancelled, and now, instead of enjoying the wedding you had planned and wanted so much together, he had to plan a funeral, all alone. He didn't want anyone's help; he didn't even want to see the others.
"Go away!" you shouted. You don't want him to see you in the dress. After trying on nearly fifty different dresses, you finally found the perfect one.
"But..."
"She's trying on the dress," Natasha whispered.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll come back later." Brock said he left the place as fast as he could because he didn't want to make you angry or even sleep that night on the couch.
He saw the dress; he took it out of your closet; you had hidden it so he wouldn't see it, although he knew where you had kept it anyway; but that didn't matter because you were never going to wear it; he would never see you wearing it.
Maybe it would be the ideal outfit...
You never talked about what you would like each other to do if one of you died; you never did because your plans included being together until you grew old.
He saw the clock; he knew that in a couple of hours the rest would come looking for him, even if he didn't want them to. Maybe it was the first time the others cared about him.
He kept wondering why he didn't insist that you stay and not go on that mission. If he could do something so that the tragedy would not have happened, without thinking, he would do it; he didn't care what the cost would be.
No cost would be too great to have you by his side again, to see your smile again, to hear your voice, to tell him again that you love him, the smell of your skin, your eyes, he loved every detail of you, your whole essence.
"Brock," you called him as you entered his office, "we have a mission."
"Together?
"Do you want to go with someone else?"
"No, it's just that... maybe you should stay; I don't know; I have a strange feeling," he confessed.
"Come on, Brock, this isn't the first time we've done this; nothing will happen," you replied, smiling.
Yes, nothing was going to happen differently from the previous missions until you didn't realize there was another enemy and his attack took you by surprise.
You were supposed to get married that day; you were going to have a wonderful wedding, but you weren't there, and for the first time in his life, Brock was completely heartbroken and didn't know how to fix it.
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Love confessions
Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader.
Word count: 643 words.
Summary: Brock confess his feelings in the middle of the snow.
Warnings: Little angst.
A/N: This is my entry to @there-goes-thefighter Bri’s 200 (almost) Follower Celebration with prompt #7:
"Love confessions in the snow."
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You saw the snow falling through the window; it was falling faster than predicted, and surely soon it would become a storm. You sighed; you ran to grab your bag; you had to go to the store as soon as possible, or else you would not have supplies for the rest of the week and probably could not leave if the snow kept falling like that.
You were saying the snowfall would last for a week; surely around closing time, everything would be crazy.
You just hoped you wouldn't get stuck in the middle of the snowfall. Warnings were starting to appear on the street sign screens, and you also indicated that businesses would close at six o'clock at night and roads at seven o'clock to avoid accidents or people getting stuck in the middle of the storm.
You had almost four hours to buy everything and return to the compound, and you hoped that the others would also return on time.
You managed to get out just before the supermarket went crazy. You were just paying for the groceries when a lot of people started to come in just to buy enough groceries. You quickly packed the groceries in the car.
The amount of snow was a lot more than when you arrived at the supermarket, but you could probably make it back without any problems. It was two blocks to the compound when the car stopped; you saw on the dashboard that there wasn't even anything on; in fact, the car was completely turned off.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no, this can't be happening," you said in frustration. You didn't plan to carry everything you had bought all the way to the compound; you called everyone on their mobile phones, but no one answered.
You opened the hood to see if you could find the problem. You were startled to hear the sound of a horn, and when you saw who it was, you felt relieved.
"Brock!" you exclaimed happily.
"What happened to you?" he asked with concern.
"Well... I have no idea; it just went out," you answered.
He checked quickly and went to his truck to get some chains so he could drag your car.
"I can't fix it here with the snow, but at the compound, I will," he told you.
After he fixed your car, you gave him a cup of hot chocolate. It was freezing outside, but you used to walk in the snow-covered yard every winter.
"There's something I've always wanted to tell you, well, ever since our first mission together," Brock commented.
"What? "Don't tell me you're coming to save me in the middle of a snowfall," you joked.
Brock laughed. Your sense of humor was one of the things Brock liked so much.
"No, not exactly." I think you're very smart, and you always care about others.
"You all are my family; I don't know what I would do if I wasn't part of the team." "Not after the X-men disappeared," you said.
"It must have been hard, but there's something else I want to tell you; it's something I wasn't sure I could feel at some point, and you're someone very important to me...
"I like you, Brock," you interrupted.
Since he saved you on that mission, you started to have feelings for him, although you were also confused. You had never felt something like that before.
"And you like me," he answered.
You looked at each other for a few seconds, then kissed, but the kiss was interrupted by snow falling from a roof.
"Okay, that was unexpected," you said, and you started laughing.
"We'd better hurry back; you don't want us to get stuck and freeze," he said, taking your hand. Despite the snow, you could feel the warmth of his hands through the fabric of the gloves.
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Until the end of everything
Pairing: Brock Rumlow X HYDRA Agent!Reader.
Word count: 1628 words.
Summary: I would love some fluffy Rumlow.
Warnings: Reader and Brock become fugitives.
A/N: This is @sweater-daddiesdumbdork’s request.
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2011
While listening to the news that Fury was communicating to you, you tried not to change your expression. You could not even believe what he was saying—how was it that he had been able to survive for so long?
You turned around when you felt a light squeeze on your arm; it was Brock. You looked at each other for a few seconds; the two of you knew what it meant. You looked away when you realized that you were about to break the pen you had in your hand.
Dinner time was quiet; tension was felt in the air, and you couldn't stop thinking about what had happened a few hours earlier.
"I don't like this, Brock; how is it possible that this man survived?" And specifically, they would have found it at this time, but above all, why was it not our organization that found it? "you commented.
Brock raised his shoulders; for the first time in his life, he did not have the answer; however, you would be attentive to everything that could happen.
Everyone knew that HYDRA had gained power thanks to the disappearance of Rogers and the fact that one of its best leaders had managed to enter HYDRA without anyone suspecting; no one would suspect the great Peggy Carter, nor that thanks to her, HYDRA had not disappeared.
Therefore, you were not going to let Rogers ruin everything either.
"Maybe we should run away," you proposed, although you were actually joking.
Brock raised his eyebrow. "Why should we flee?" he questioned.
"I joked, but if things go wrong, it's an option."
2014
When your phone started ringing, you threw yourself on the bed and bothered the pillow; when Brock's phone started ringing, you couldn't help but shout victory when you read the message.
"Let me sleep; don't make so much noise," Brock mumbled, a little annoyed.
"You have to read the big news; I doubt they can save him, but they need us right now," you said excitedly.
Brock cursed while taking the cell phone; he assumed it was some stupid last-minute mission, which was not expected and was the best news in a long time.
"Any news on what happened?" Brock inquired. "You'd be at the hospital in less than fifteen minutes, and I wanted to know what he'd face."
"Officer on the S.H.I.E.L.D. part, no, but it was the soldier," you replied as you watched the incoming messages. The next few hours would be chaotic, although you were confident that everything would go according to plan, a lot of hassle would be removed, and Hydra would triumph.
You couldn't stop seeing what was happening; maybe you've never felt so excited in your life before, and yet you had to contain all your excitement when you saw that the plan, whatever it was, had the results you had been dreaming of for years, as well as the smile that was beginning to form on your lips.
What you did not count on was the brief chaos that would be unleashed in the hospital, not among those present, upon receiving the unexpected news. Of course, several people expected a different ending.
You watched, without them seeing you, as Rogers and Romanoff argued, yet you didn't realize that your husband had approached you.
"I have to take it to Pierce," Brock whispered in your ear.
"I guess I have to go," you said without stopping to look at them. There was something hidden. It seems that there are troubles in paradise.
"Yes, but not with us; you'll go tell Pierce what happened."
"Do you think you can fight him?" you asked, concerned; you guessed what would happen, but in reality, you would have preferred someone to tell you what the damn plan was.
You had heard what happened in the elevators, and you needed to know how Brock was, although you were sure that he would be much more than angry, for what they had told you was not so bad, you still felt that your heart beat too fast, like all the times he had been injured on some mission.
You went into the infirmary, surprised by the number of agents there. You couldn't believe Rogers could have fought all those people. You carefully went through the curtain, and there it was; it was only a few wounds.
"Brock... "
You knew things weren't going to end well, so you decided to go find your husband. Once Rogers figured out the whole plan, it would only be a matter of time before they went after you.
They knew what you were doing, but they would not understand your reasons. You kept running down the stairs; surely, on one of the upper floors, one of Rogers' friends would be waiting for you to fight you.
You had probably already lost several HYDRA members, possibly even Pierce, and you were certain that the soldier would have to be contacted in the same way. Somehow, you had to escape; you three had always been a team.
You dashed up two more floors and flipped while drawing your gun when you heard the emergency door open, but you quickly lowered it when you saw it was Brock.
"Are you okay?" "He asked you when he saw you; he also lowered the gun." I was looking for you; we have to go with Pierce; the widow is with him...
"Let's run away," you said, taking his arm in yours.
"But... "
"Do you think they'll help us out? You know Rogers and his team will beat us, and we'll have us in Raft... separately."
You knew that you would convince him; from the moment you met, Brock had promised you that you would never be separated again, not even after death.
Through the intercom, Brock managed to tell Jack the plan, and they quickly agreed.
"Cover me. We have to leave before anyone notices or catches us," he told you as he walked back to where he had entered.
You stopped him. "We can't go around; there are cameras, and I'm sure someone is helping them from there," you said.
You had to go to the basement; there was a secret exit that you used to use when you had to do a Hydra mission that no one from S.H.I.E.L.D. must have known about.
You continued down the stairs; you walked a little fast, but you remained alert in case someone tried to attack you. At that moment, you could not wait for Jack, but you trusted that he would also manage to flee.
Twice they almost caught you, but somehow you got to the basement and went straight to where Brock's bike was, confident that you could continue to elude your enemies.
You hugged Brock's waist while he was on the motorcycle; you put on your helmet, and you couldn't delay. You went out, and you put your head against his back.
You knew it was all over; probably everyone already knew what you were doing, but it didn't matter. You and Brock were going to run away. It didn't matter if you were wanted; it didn't matter that you had to abandon everything and start over.
You assumed that finding a new job and making a living would be simple, but in the end, everyone was your adversary; you couldn't even rely on HYDRA. And yet you had the necessary contacts to "disappear."
If you hurried before it was too late, you could take some things out of your apartment and leave; when the others arrived, you would find nothing, not even a single clue as to where you had gone.
The sirens of the ambulances and patrol cars were heard as you walked your way; you knew you were heading to the Triskelion; probably the chaos was enormous; maybe in a short time, your faces would appear on the news, everywhere, because they would be looking for you; most likely, they wanted to be told everything you were doing and other secrets of Hydra; but nothing that happened or what would happen was going to cause you to be traitors and talk.
You gave Brock a few minutes to say goodbye to his bike; you knew how much affection she had for it, but you would have to abandon it because it was easy to recognize. You entered the building stealthily; instead of getting off the elevator on the usual floor, you went up two more floors. You would arrive from the back; in fact, you would use the emergency stairs to enter through one of the windows.
You went in first, although you had a hard time convincing him since he didn't want anything bad to happen to you, coupled with the fact that you weren't sure if they were already waiting for you.
You began packing quickly, leaving only the furniture, but you didn't want to leave them any of the living memories that Brock and you had been sharing or give them any idea of where you could go, even though you didn't yet know where you were going; Jack sent you a message with the location where he was waiting for you.
They came in two hours later; Sam made an annoyed gesture; the apartment was empty; you were supposed to have been caught, and they needed to find out where you were.
They needed the information from the three of you; they didn't know where you might have gone.
You turned to see the sunrise through the window; in a couple of hours, you would reach your destination. Brock took your hand and saw it; he moved his lips to tell you, "I love you," and you smiled.
You would never be caught.
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My Saviour (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Fourtysix - You´ve Done This Before, Haven´t You?
Your back against the wall. His hands roaming your body. His tongue dancing around with yours. Your gear belt digging into your lower back, but you don’t care. His lips finally being on yours again, it feels so good.
– I want you, YN! I need you!
He almost doesn’t break the kiss while he’s talking. It’s like he wants you to be one.
– Then, take me, Brock! Please!
You can feel his strong hands grabbing your hips. Lifting you up, and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. Although all the tactical gear takes up some of the space between your lower bodies. You can feel his erection. Fuck, how you have been aching for this.
– Right now! I have to have you, YN! All of you!
His lips moves from your lips to your neck. You let out a soft moan, and lean your head back against the wall.
– Your skin tastes so fucking good. I want to taste all of you!
– Fuck me, Brock. Please!
He grabs your behind, and carries you into the ladies room. Up against the wall, he starts to remove your gear. You don’t even care where you are. You don’t care that people can come in. You want him, you need him.
Your pants and your gear falls to the floor. One second looking into each others eyes, before he lifts you up, places your legs over his shoulders. You grab the stall walls on both sides of you. His eager tongue lapping at your pussy like it was the sweetest juice in the world.
– Fuck, Brock!
You look down at him.
– Mmmmm…
The only sound he makes, looking up at you. You squeeze your legs more over his shoulders, wildly bucking your hips into his face. Fuck, you’re close. And it’ll hit you like a tsunami.
You can feel it starting in your belly, before it moves down your thighs. Your whole lower body is in spasms. Your toes curling, and your legs squeezing even tighter around his shoulders. Then it explodes. Your knuckles white from holding on to the walls. Your ears ringing from the intensity. You can’t even hear your own moans.
He’s not stopping. The orgasm just goes on and on. It feels like it’s never going to end. You feel like your body is floating up in the air, you’re about to pass out.
He stops. Carefully puts your legs down, and holds you up. Kisses you.
– Taste yourself on my lips. That was fucking spectacular!
You can’t talk. He pulls you close.
– Need a minute?
You nod, and then rest your head on his shoulder.
– Want to go home?
You nod again, but then you remember that you have a hotel room.
– Or.. Err.. I.. I kinda booked a hotel room for tonight.
He laughs a bit.
– Which one?
Finally you start to come back down again. You stand up. Look at him, before you collect your clothes from the floor, and start to put them back on.
– Err.. The Ameritania. Why do you ask?
He reaches behind you, and helps you get your gear belt back on. His breath tickles your ear. It sends shivers down your spine.
– I booked a room at the same hotel.
You look at him. Searching his face. Why did he do that? Did something happen?
– Why? What happened?
He hugs you. You kinda have a feeling it’s because he doesn’t want to look you in the eye. But everything is so good right now, you don’t want to ruin it by asking too many questions.
– Nothing, YN. Come on, let’s go!
He breaks the hug, takes your hand, and turns away from you. Something definitely happened with him. But you decide to not fish for answers right now. You want him inside you again, feel his skin against yours, his lips on your skin, his moans and his voice when he’s close to coming. That’s what you want. You don’t give a damn about anything else right now.
The hotel is not far away. Only a couple of blocks. You have the weekend off, but something could come up, and it felt safer to be closer to home. Just in case.
You walk next to each other, not saying much. His hand in yours. The warmth that radiates from his strong hand makes your whole body ache for him. How is it possible to be this charismatic? There is so much you don’t know about him. And… There is stuff he doesn’t know about you ether. Maybe you should tell first. Why and how you met David perhaps. No, not now, YN.
A Block from the hotel, Rumlow stops. You stop as well. Look at him, before he leans down, and whisper in your ear.
– I can’t wait any longer, YN!
You don’t have time to think, before your back hits the wall, and his lips meets yours, his tongue opening your mouth, before meeting yours.
– Brock! We… We’re outside!
He starts to remove his pants. You don’t know why. But you do the same.
– I know.. That’s Part of the thrill…
You both let your pants fall down at the same time. He looks at you. No words needed. You slip one of your legs out of your pants. His still around his ankles. Then he lifts you up. Your legs around his waist. He wastes no time. The second your legs are wrapped around him, he enters you. The streetlights hitting his face at an angle that makes his eyes spark. The thrill of being outside. Everything is so fucking intense.
– I love being inside of you, YN! Feel you wrap yourself around my cock. More!
You’re clenching your muscles around him. Ahh Fuck! You try to keep quiet, but it’s impossible. Rumlow clamps a hand over your mouth. Not being able to make a sound, makes the feeling of having him deep inside even more intense. His eyes looking into yours. Dark with hunger. You can see in them, that he’s just as close as you are.
– Come for me, sweetheart!
His words, his breath and his soft grunts of pleasure in your ear, is more than you can take. You’re desperate moans into his hand, your muscles clenching around him, sucking him in.
– Yes! Fuck! YN! Do it!
The pleasure rushing over you, his hard thrusts inside you. Harder and deeper for each one. You try to hold back. You want this to go on forever. But it’s impossible. The second orgasm hits you like lightning. Taking over every fiber in your body. Fuck, this feels so good.
He holds you up a bit longer after he finishes. Removing his hand from your mouth, and replacing it with his lips. Lets his hand brush over your hair, before he puts you down. You quickly get your clothes back on. God I hope no one saw us. What would they think about SHIELD, if they saw that? Rumlow looks at you.
– Relax, YN! No one saw us. Come on now, we have a hotel bed to check out..
You look at him, take a breath. You don’t know why. And you curse at yourself because you do. But you don’t manage to stop the words.
– You’ve done this before, haven’t you?
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I publish my works in Spanish and English.
Aquí puedes leer la versión en español.
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Fandom: Marvel, X-men, The Gifted.
Pairing: Underground mutants.
Rating: Teen.
Word count: 595 words.
Warnings: Mention of characters death, run away, Sentinels.
Summary: You and the rest of the mutants are trying to survive to the “new” world.
Fractured.
Fandom: Marvel, X-men, Captain America.
Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Mutant!Reader.
Rating: Teen.
Word count: 682 words.
Warnings: Mention of characters death, interrogation.
Summary: You discovered Brock’s past.
Not public.
Fandom: Marvel, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Pairing: Jack Rollins X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader.
Rating: Teen.
Word count: 613 words.
Warnings: Secret relationship, mention not explicit of smut.
Summary: You and Jack fell in love.
Mess
Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.
Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.
Rating: Teen.
Word count: 556 words.
Warnings: Mention of Snap, HYDRA.
Summary: Steve went to the past to try to save you, but Tony made a mistake.
All day
Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.
Pairing: Steve Rogers X Reader.
Rating: Mature.
Word count: 330 words.
Warnings: Smut, PWP.
Summary: Steve and you have a free day, so you have sex all day.
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Universus
Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader
Word count: 1777 words.
Summary: It seemed like a normal training day for you and Brock until Johnny came to ruin the day
Warnings: Angst, this is an Horror AU.
A/N: Universus means Universe.
This is my entry to the @star-spangled-beard-burn ‘s Season of Fiction Writing challenge 2020 with the fall prompt #1:
“I TOLD you I can’t do haunted houses”.
Also my entry to the @marvelgirlonamarvelworld ‘s Val’s 500 Writing challenge with the dialogue prompt #3:
“Well, well, well. If it isn’t the one who fucked us all up. What trouble did you get yourself into now, sweetiepie?”
And my entry to the @anika-ann ‘s 500 Celebration Challenge with the Arrow prompt #5:
“You tell anyone about this, I will kill you”.
“…That’s just an expression, right?”
Is a horror AU.
My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.
I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.
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You slipped and winced; Brock turned around and saw you on the floor, he went back to check if you were hurt.
“Are you okay?” He asked offering his hand to you.
"Yes, it's nothing, I just got distracted," you answered taking his hand and standing up with her help.
“Are you sure? You've had a lot of accidents and been distracted all week,” Brock commented with concern.
You dusted yourself off and looked at your boyfriend smiling.
"Come on, we've managed to survive that guy with the weird cloak and the girl who takes daggers out of her hands, as well as the group of weird kids who have a dinosaur."
"I still don't understand why they have a dinosaur," Brock questioned, putting a hand on his beard.
"After all we've been through, are there still things that surprise you?" You questioned incredulously.
"Not exactly, rather it surprises me that without having powers, I am still alive," he replied.
"That is because I’m healing all your wounds in the missions with my powers, but your destiny would probably be different if I didn’t do it," you agreed with satisfaction.
"Always so modest," he said wryly.
“Of course, well next time I won't heal you and I don’t know who’s gonna help you.”
"I don't think you will be so cruel ... are you?" He asked nervously.
"Challenge me and you will see," you threatened.
"You know I love you so much, right?" Brock replied, trying to sound friendly and approaching you.
"Don't even think about it," you stopped him by putting your hand on his chest.
"Don't be mad, babe, but as soon as the fair will be in the town, I will take you to the haunted house."
He got closer and started kissing your arm.
"Noooo, you know I hate haunted houses, let me," you said laughing, you knew what he was trying.
If you let him continue, he would achieve his goal and you could no longer pretend that you were upset with him, although obviously, at night you were going to take revenge. You saw the time and decided it was better to return to compound before they will start looking for them or they will find you in a "compromising" situation.
Baxter Building
Johnny saw the object in his hands, he had heard Ben talk about it, and obviously, Reed had created it, although he could not understand what it was for, he shook it a little, but nothing happened.
Maybe he could take it with Y/N and Wanda and see if they could find out what that item was doing or what it was for.
He immediately saved it and went to the compound, it would surely be a very fun visit, as long as the three of you were there you used to have many adventures.
Compound
"Hello ladies," Johnny said, entering to the place.
“What are you doing here?” Brock asked.
Johnny and Brock didn't get along at all since Brock thought Johnny liked you.
“What is that?” Wanda asked when she saw what Johnny was holding.
"I don't know, I found it in Reed's lab, but you two are very smart and I know you'll help me find out," Johnny replied, ignoring Brock.
"Well ... it seems ... something Reed is probably going to be very upset if he doesn't find it when he looks for it," you said.
“Oh come on! I don't think…!”
At that time the Multisect activated and everything went dark for a few seconds.
Unknown place
You opened your eyes confused, you felt stunned, you assumed that the others were too, you turned looking for the rest, who were lying in the place, you did not know where they were, and you did not even seem familiar.
“Is everyone okay?” Johnny asked, getting up.
“Where we are?” Brock asked sulkily, he was sure you were going to have problems.
"This place is very dingy," Wanda said scared.
"I just hope a madman with a machete or an electric saw doesn't show up and wants to kill us," you said.
"Well, Tinker Bell, take us back to the compound," Brock ordered.
"Yes, of course," Johnny muttered as he waved the Multisect.
You and Wanda exchanged glances, you knew Johnny, and so you would have to find another way to return to the compound… although perhaps you should first find out where you were. Johnny seemed nervous, he didn't know how said object worked.
“Well, well, well. If it isn't the one who fucked us all up. What trouble did you get yourself into now, sweetie pie? ”
“Brock, this is not the time for sarcasm, we must find out where we are supposed to be and, above all, how to return to the compound…”
“Your idiot friend brought us who knows where, we have no weapons apart from those we carry for training, or anything to defend ourselves as we know, we will have to improvise and worst of all, we have not the slightest idea of what the ground, ”Brock interrupted.
"We have Wanda who has powers, Johnny has powers, I have powers, we will be fine, and apart from that is what training is for, right?"
Brock growled disgruntled, he did not like what was happening at all, of course, he could have hand-to-hand combat, which was his speciality, but he knew well that for some things, having some kind of power was more effective and weapons they were a great help too.
“Johnny please, don't lose that thing, I don't care if Reed scolds you, but we surely need it to return home…”
You heard a sound nearby as if someone was dragging chains and stepping on leaves, the four of you put themselves in a position to defend yourselves if necessary.
“What was that?” You asked scared in a whisper.
"I think your question is rather where we are?" Wanda corrected.
"We have two options, or we stay here like idiots while Tinkerbell tries to fix that shit or we start walking to find a way out, obviously we shouldn't separate," Brock suggested.
You turned to see Johnny, who smiled nervously.
"I don't know how it works," he admitted.
Brock sighed exasperated, you would have to walk without knowing what dangers there were.
"I don't know who is more useless if this one or Rogers, although at the moment I think we already have a winner," Brock mumbled.
“Then what do we do? “You asked.
Johnny pushed himself to be able to fly, however, it did not work, just as Wanda tried to use her powers creating a field, there was no success either.
"Okay, we are screwed, I think we will have to walk to get to the highway ... or somewhere that can bring us closer to a populated area, maybe there we can get a phone to call the others and come for us," you said while you were looking for the compass in your pockets.
Once you found it, you started walking towards where the compass indicated that it was the north, Wanda took your hand to try to control the fear that both of you felt, Brock had an angry and Johnny tried to make a flame appear in his fingers.
The forest seemed huge and endless, you lost track of time, you no longer knew if you walked for hours or minutes, each time the place became gloomier.
“Are you sure it's the right way? “Wanda questioned.
"I don't know, I don't even know where we are, I'm just following where the compass tells me its north," you replied.
Suddenly Brock stopped them, you looked at him asking for explanations; however, he put a finger to his mouth to silence everyone, you hid behind a huge tree.
A group of people with masks passed by, it seemed that they had some hostages that they were taking somewhere.
"We should help them," you whisper.
"We cannot care about others."
"Although I never liked him, your boyfriend is right," Johnny said.
you began to walk slowly so as not to attract attention and to run away when you were far enough they ran into another guy wearing another mask, so Brock and you shot him, you did no harm him, he began to chase you, you separated into two groups, you and Brock, Wanda and Johnny, without realizing it.
After you made sure you weren't chasing them anymore, you stopped, turned around looking for your friends while trying to catch your breath.
"Brock ... where are Wanda and Johnny?" You asked raggedly.
"I don't know ... I thought they were coming after us."
“Do we look for them or what do we do?”
"First, not to separate, second, we have to walk trying to avoid those damned fools and find them."
You held hands and began to walk, it was difficult to determine if you had already walked through the place or not, at times you had to run again when you were being chased.
"I TOLD you I can't do haunted houses".
"This is not a damn haunted house, it is a fuckin’ haunted forest," Brock replied.
"Anyway, Brock, I'm seriously scared, we must find Wanda and Johnny," you whimpered.
You were surrounded, it seemed that there was no escape, you tried to run until you ended up crashing into the other couple.
“Are you okay?” Wanda asked terrified.
“We are still alive, but I don't know how long…”
Impulsively Johnny threw the Multisect at the attackers, which activated at the exact moment when it looked like they were going to attack you.
You saw the others without understanding, nobody knew how you came to the compound, and the only thing that mattered was that you were safe. You and Wanda hugged each other while Brock grabbed Johnny by the collar of his shirt to threaten him.
"You tell anyone about this, I will kill you."
"... That’s just an expression, right?"
"No jerk, I'm serious ..."
“Brock is enough, Johnny already learned the lesson, he is going to return the object to Reed's laboratory, right Johnny? “You broke in separating the men.
“Yeah, yeah, of course.
"You know what, we're going to go with Johnny," Wanda said.
You entered the laboratory and Johnny left the Multisect where he had found it, then you went to the hall and there you found Reed.
"Hi guys, haven't you seen my Multisect?" Reed asked.
“Your…what?”
“The Multisect, it serves to travel to other universes… you know, forget it, I don't want you to get into troubles.”
"Doctor Richards, if you knew ..." You spluttered as he left.
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The night we met
Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader.
Word count: 1674 words.
Summary: Something went wrong in the last mission, something that completely changed his life, Brock doesn’t know how to overcome what happened and continue with his life.
Warnings: Some smut references, death of a character, nothing explicit.
A/N: Flashbacks are in italics.
This is my entry to @imma-new-soul ‘s Jay’s 550 followers writing challenge and to @angelinathebook ‘s Lena’s 300 followers writing challenge with the song prompt #1 y #5:
“The night we met” by Lord Huron.
Also is my entry to @ugh-supersoldiers‘s Gracey’s 5K Challenge with prompt #6:
“If you could feel what I feel when you walk into the room, everything about ‘us’ would change”.
My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.
I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.
My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.
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I am not the only traveler
Who has not repaid his debt
Brock was sitting on the floor, he saw the bottle in front of him, and there were also the photos, some of which were taken at your wedding, many of your dates, others of special moments in your relationship.
He knew that at the time he should not get drunk, he had another obligation that needed him, but it was very difficult to continue with that pain.
It hurts so badly, he didn't know how he was going to get over it, he didn't feel able to continue, he was very angry because everything changed, the plans that you had now made no sense.
It supposed you will be old together, you were going to have several children and they would see they grow up, but Werner von Strucker came to ruin all the plans, even though they had captured him, it wasn't enough, he wanted revenge, he needed to make he pays for destroying his family, but his teammates wouldn't let him, they claimed he would pay, however, they didn't understand what you meant to him. , nothing would be enough to make up for what had taken away from him.
I've been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met
He could remember in great detail how you knew each other, both had entered as recruits for S.H.I.E.L.D.
You used to be away from the rest of the recruits, almost always alone, you seemed very shy, he used to always be chatting with one of his teammates.
That's precisely what caught Brock's eye on you, he didn't understand why someone as beautiful as you wouldn't want to draw attention.
He felt lucky when he touched them on the same team in the first practice.
“Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced yourself by extending your hand.
"Brock Rumlow," he replied by holding your hand.
You were a great team, you always gave the best results.
The first time he asked you for a date, he'd never felt so nervous before, for a moment he thought you were going to turn him down, he walked into the office you were working on to invite you in.
"Do you want to go to the fair?” He invited you.
"With you?” You asked distractedly.
“Yes... Well... forget it, never mind,” he retracted.
You blinked a little, you finally understood what Brock had asked you.
"I'd love to, as long as it's just you and me," you answered.
He smiled a little, the nerves were gone.
"Only you and me, Saturday at seven o'clock, I pick you, okay?”
"Perfect.”
And then I can tell myself
What the hell I'm supposed to do
He looked up a little more, in a chair, was the first stuffed animal he had given you, the face you had put in made it worthwhile, it had been a successful first date.
"Do you want some of those stuffed animals?" he asked when you walked past one of the stands.
"Do you know how to play it? I'm too bad for those games," you said.
You stopped in front of the post and paid.
"Which stuffed animal do you want?" he questioned.
"That dog," you pointed out.
Never before had he felt so pressured to win a prize, he played and won it, he immediately gave it to you, you looked like a little girl.
"Thank you, you're very skillful," you thanked him.
You kissed him, you barely grazed his lips, but that was enough for him.
And then I can tell myself
Not to ride along with you
Your kisses, he was going to miss them, your body, your caresses, everything from you.
He needed to know if you two were in a relationship to know how to behave, if it was just an adventure, would set aside your feelings.
"So what are we?” He asked.
"Aren't we in a relationship? I thought that...”
"We've never talked about it before..."Then I have to assume we're nothing or we can be in a relationship if that's what you want,” you figured.
He kissed you.
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
He felt it was all his fault what happened, he must have insisted that you stay at the Compound with Wanda that day, if he could return the time, he would prevent you from going on a mission.
You were lying in bed after making love, you had your face hidden in his chest, while he hugged you with one arm and with the other hand caressed your hair.
"Marry me," he said suddenly.
"Hmm?”
You raised your face, you weren't sure what you heard.
"I know it's not the most romantic way, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he continued.
You smiled, you passed a finger over his chest.
"Are you sure? I can be very unbearable," you answered.
“If you could feel what I feel when you walk into the room, everything about ‘us’ would change.”
You bit your lip, you knew he couldn't stand the intrigue.
"I don't think you're very convinced.”
"I am more than ever, do you want to be my wife?" he asked again.
"Yes, but only if you give me my engagement ring," you answered, laughing.
"I'll buy you the one you like the most," he promised.
He kissed you and you made love again.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Oh, take me back to the night we met
He stroked his wedding ring with one finger, what was he gonna do now?
He saw your wedding photo, it was one of the happiest days of his life when he started thinking that he should do things right.
He took the picture, for him, you had been the most beautiful bride in the world in that dress.
Sometimes you used to dance to the song that had been your waltz at your wedding.
You were married for four months when he decided to tell you the truth.
"I have something to confess to you," he said out of nowhere.
You looked at him with doubt, even though you kept muddying the jam on the bread you were having for breakfast.
"Are you cheat on me?" you questioned trying to stay calm.
"What? No! I couldn't do that to you.”
"Ah... then it can't be worse,” you answered calmer.
"I'm HYDRA," he finally said.
You dropped the bread out of your hand.
"What? Oh... Brock...”
What were you supposed to do? You never suspected he was the enemy.
"If you ask me I'm going to confess everything to Fury, I don't want to lose you, first listen to me, there's a good reason for this...
You had heard and supported it, in the end as promised he confessed everything to Fury and even helped dismantle the organization enemies, yet many enemies had been gained.
When the night was full of terrors
And your eyes were filled with tears
When you announced that you were pregnant, he immediately prevented her from going on more missions, he didn't plan on taking any chances, finally, he was having the family, he had always wanted.
One night you got up when you heard noises, they came from what would be the baby's room, when you walked in you saw Brock opening boxes with the furniture that would be in the room.
"Brock, isn't it very fast yet, I mean, I'm only three months old," you asked.
He turned to see you, he didn't think he was making so much noise.
"Everything must be ready by the time the baby gets here," he replied.
And when the little girl was born, he didn't care if they saw him crying, it was promised that he would protect his daughter from any danger.
Tears fell again when he remembers when the doctors told him that you were dead.
When you had not touched me yet
Oh, take me back to the night we met
“Brock…”
It hurts a lot, he crouched down to check your wounds.
“Y/N... wait... help is on the way," he said.
"I don't think...”
”Shh... everything will be fine, they're on their way," he repeated.
He was trying to stop the blood loss, but you'd already lost too much.
"I love you, tell our daughter that I love her too, please take care of her, take care of her, please, I’m sorry….”
He tried to keep you from talking to keep you from running out of energy.
The wait in the hospital had become eternal, as soon as he saw the doctor immediately rose.
"I'm sorry, they didn't make it," they informed him.
"Did they make it?" he asked.
The information was like a bucket of cold water.
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
You were three weeks pregnant, he couldn't help wondering why you hadn't told him yet, what he didn't know was that you were going to tell him the night that you came back from the mission.
He wiped away tears when he heard the door open.
"Daddy?" the little girl came into the room.
"Hey princess," he replied by opening his arms to get him closer.
The girl ran to hug him.
"Sorry, she got away," Wanda apologized coming in.
Brock beckoned her that he was fine.
"Mommy doesn't love me anymore?” The little girl suddenly asked.
"What? Why do you say that?” Brock questioned.
He had asked not to tell him anything that had happened, he wanted to explain it to him himself.
"She didn't come back," she replied.
"Your mommy loves you, do you remember Lucky?”
"Mom's dog? Yes, he liked me to give him my candies.”
"Mom and Lucky are together," Brock explained.
"In heaven?”
"Yes, from there they're going to take care of us," he continued.
"Why didn't she say goodbye? We're not going to the park on Saturday anymore?" the girls asked distraughtly.
Brock sighed, it was harder than he had thought, and he had been promised that all three would go on the weekend.
"In a little while we'll say goodbye to your mommy, don't worry, you and I are going to the park," he told her.
He got up and carried her, it was time to go to your funeral, it was going to be very difficult, he kept feeling that his world was collapsed, he would give everything to go back to the day he met you and avoid making all the mistakes, he would be able to do anything as long as you were alive.
However, he couldn't let himself be beaten, his daughter needed him.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Take me back to the night we met
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Complicated
Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader
Word count: 1180 words.
Summary: You denied your feelings, but Brock would do anything to have a date with you.
Warnings: Angst.
A/N: This is my entry to the @aesthetical-bucky ‘s 1K writing challenge with the angst dialogue prompt #4:
“Can I hug you?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea”.
“Please?”
Also is my entry to the @honeyhan-123 ’s One year writing challenge with the prompt:
“My daddy warned me about men like you”.
And my entry to the @captnrogers ‘s 300 Follower writing challenge with the dialogue prompt #11:
“You fainted, straight into my arms. You know if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes”.
My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.
I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.
My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.
If you like it please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.
You arrived early at the Triskelion, that day was the first in the Organization after leaving the Academy
You saw one of the guys who was also one of the new in S.H.I.E.L.D. but also he isn’t a stranger to you, however, he already seemed to have friends and admirers.
You had heard a lot about Brock Rumlow, none good, however, a part of your was attracted to him... no, not attracted, you liked it and that wasn't good.
You knew about his fame from the Academy, but you never thought they'd both be in S.H.I.E.L.D., just as you were the best student while he had been the most popular.
"So you notice Rumlow after all this time, I was already worried that you had an ice heart," your best friend told you by taking you out of your thoughts.
"Eh?”
"You like him, I notice it in your eyes,” your friend continued.
"You're crazy, how do you think I'm going to notice someone like him?" you responded in exalted.
What you didn't know was that Brock had heard that conversation, which he didn't like, despite all the other girls, you were the only one who caught his eye, perhaps because you treated him indifferently. Weeks passed, Brock couldn't stop thinking about you, or you, even though you kept denying feelings.
You were in the Organization cafeteria eating alone, you had not the slightest idea where your friend was, and you looked up when you felt a presence in front of you
"Y/N, what about your friend?" he asked you sitting in front of you at the long table.
"It's none of your business," you answered.
You got up to leave, you didn't want to talk to him, never if possible, however, he stopped you when you took your arm when you walked past him.
"Do you have anything to do after work?" he questioned.
“My daddy warned me about men like you.
He blinked perplexed, he couldn't understand you.
"What do you mean?"
"You're trying to invite me on a date and I'm telling you no, I don’t want," you've sentenced.
He was stunned by such an answer, no one in his life had rejected him.
Before Brock could say anything, you'd gotten out of grip and left.
Brock didn't know exactly what he felt, but he wouldn't stop insisting.
One Friday night you were out with your best friend to dance and have a drink.
"You keep hiding something," your friend remarked.
"No, I've already told you not to," you answered.
"I still don't understand why you don't want to accept that you fell in love with Rumlow, there's nothing wrong with you, you're human, you're human, you don't have feelings, or try to deny it, no matter if others say your heart is ice, I know you very well and I know you don't, you won't be weak to admit your feelings," your friend continued.
"Did you bring me here to spy her?" Jack complained disbeliever when he saw them at the scene.
"No, it's just a coincidence,” lied Brock.
He had listened where you two would go, maybe it was a good time to try his plan.
"Why don't you just tell her you want her to be your girlfriend and that's it?”
"Y/N is not a simple girl and I like that, she wants to play, so we will play.”
Rollins rolled his eyes, knew how persistent his friend was.
"What's the plan then?" he asked.
"Make it seem casual we find them."
You and your friend were dancing, Brock and Jack came up to their drinks, and ‘accidentally’ Brock threw hers at you.
"Oh... I'm sorry... what surprises to find you here!"
“Yeah, sure, "you said between your teeth trying to clean your drink.
You felt the anger starting to take hold of you, your friend had no idea what to do.
"Let me buy you something to make amends for my awkwardness or a dance or a date or whatever you want," Brock offered.
"Forget it, I'm leaving! You left the place in a stride, your friend ran behind you.
"I think your plan didn't work," Jack mocked and approached his friend.
Brock looked at him with hate.
The first mission finally happened, something you didn't expect was that you be separated into pairs, and you always believed that at least the first one would be all together. Surprisingly, you and Brock were a team, as was your friend and Jack.
"Why always avoid me?" complained Brock as they walked through the woods.
"Rumlow, I don't avoid you, you have a lot of fans, I don't think there's a difference if there's one more or a few, and apart I have a lot of things to do...”
"You always run away," he attacked.
"You always chase me," you answered.
“You already admitted it! “He exclaimed stopping.
"I haven't admitted anything," you answered stopping too.
Before either of us could say anything else, gunshots were heard, the critical part of the mission began, it was no longer time for conversations, now they had to put into practice everything learned in the last few months.
You realized he was going to be shot, he hadn't seen the enemy, you pushed him to the ground, you ended up on top of him, and you had been hit by the shot.
"What the hell?" asked Brock without understanding what was happening
"You should put more attention," you said choppily.
The pain started to appear and you ended up passing out in his arms.
"Y/N?”
He tried to move to see if you were reacting, when he felt something wet in your clothes, raised his hand and saw the blood, immediately started looking for the wound to try to stop the blood or do something, he warned the superiors, who immediately extracted you to take you to the hospital, which was a success, Brock did not separate from your side since they allowed him to enter
“You fainted, straight into my arms. You know if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes”.
"You're an idiot," you said.
"You're not the first one to tell me that,” he answered laughing.
"What are you doing here?"
"Well, you saved my life and you took a bullet for me, I think that's the least I could do," he answered by raising his shoulders.
You smiled, a few minutes were silent.
“Can I hug you?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea”.
“Please?”
“No," you denied bluntly.
"Why not? You're so mean..."
"The wound can be opened, I don't think that's convenient for either of us."
Brock nodded resignedly, you were right.
"Do you want we have a date when you go out?" he proposed.
"I think it's a great idea.”
"Well, I brought you this so you don't get bored," he said as he handed you some books.
"Thank you.”
Brock took the opportunity to touch your hand; you let him, in the end, your friend was right, and you were in love with him.
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Chocolates
Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader.
Word count: 1267 words.
Summary: Brock did something wrong, what does he gonna do to fix it?
Warnings: some smut references, nothing explicit.
A/N: This is my entry to the @yougottakeeponkeepinon ‘s Amanda’s 250 Follower Celebration! with the dialogue prompt #4:
“Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?”
My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.
I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.
My other media where I publish: Wattpad, Ao3, ffnet.
If you like it please vote, comment, and give me feedback to improve my skills and reblog.
It had been a long afternoon of training which was one of the problems of having recruits, the training was too long and exhausting since everything had to be explained to the new ones.
All of this meant that your boyfriend was going to be in a bad mood -more than normal- at least for the first week.
All you wanted was to get home to sleep, at least you not have to deal with anyone incompetent according to your boyfriend's words.
You went to the gym to see if Brock was ready to leave, you saw he was still putting away some things they had used during training.
"Are you done? I want to go now," you complained.
You hugged him from behind and gently blew him in the ear.
"Almost now and don't do that here," he replied.
“Why? Are you afraid that others will see us and doubt your leadership?” You questioned in a playful voice.
"No, but I'd rather it be in the house, I can do everything I can do everything I think there because I don't want anyone to see you naked," he murmured.
You laughed, sometimes Brock could be very jealous, but you loved certain skills he had.
"Do you want me to help you so we can leave now?"
He nodded, you helped him put away the missing things.
"They're so useless that they can’t even dress themselves.," he complained.
"Come on, don't be so hard, it's the first day, surely they are still lost in the building" you defended them.
"Maybe, but I feel like an elementary school teacher, they seem like children."
Once they were done, they walked to the parking lot to leave on their motorcycle.
"Do we have food in the house or do we have to buy something on the way?" He asked as he passed you one of the helmets.
"I left food ready in the morning," you replied.
"What do you want us to do next month?" He asked as they dined.
“Next month?”
"It is our anniversary," he reminded you.
"I don't think we can celebrate, it's two months of the recruits program," you replied.
“Two fuckin’ months?!” He exclaimed in surprise.
“Didn’t you read the document? I left it on your desk yesterday “you questioned.
Brock growled, he wanted to make something sexy, but the damn show was extremely exhausting
"I hope they give us at least a month's vacation," he said.
"That would be great, but I doubt it, you are the STRIKE Commander so you are indispensable."
"Fury owes me, his recruits are good for nothing, I will practically have to teach them exactly what they are supposed to learn at the Academy," he complained.
“Good luck with that.”
"You will help me with that plague," he said.
“I know, I know.”
"How about a beach vacation?"
"What if we're going to leave the hotel room?"
“Hey!”
"I know you lie, the time we went to the mountain vacation to ski in the snow ... we never left the cabin and much less skied," you remembered.
Brock chuckled, you had figured out his plan, you pulled on his arm to kiss him.
After dinner you went to bed and fell asleep before he went to bed, when he did he started kissing you, maybe a little ‘exercise’ would be a good idea.
"Baby girl," he whispered in your ear.
Seeing that you were still asleep, she gave up.
"Yes, if you're right, it's a bad idea, I think I would fall asleep before starting the most interesting thing," he spluttered.
He settled down and passed one of his arms so he could hug you while you slept.
Two weeks ... two damn weeks, he was sick of the new ones being so useless, how had they managed to graduate from the Academy? It was something he couldn't help wondering.
He started looking in the cupboard, found the box of your favorite chocolates, he was so hungry but he was too tired to cook.
He opened the box and ate all the chocolates threw the box away, would replenish the chocolates before he became aware of their absence.
"Broccoli," you called him sweetly.
"Don't tell me like that," he asked.
“Okay.”
"What do you want?" He asked sulkily.
"Why are you talking so rude to me?" You complained.
"What do you need, baby girl?"
"Can we have a puppy?"
“You are kidding, right?”
“Nope.”
He groaned, he didn't think they had enough time to care for one.
“Please, “you begged.
You blinked a few times, you put on your best face, you knew I wasn't going to be able to resist.
“Don’t give me that puppy dog face. How am I supposed to say no to that?”
"Who is going to take care of him while we are gone?"
"We can drop him off at a dog boarding house or with one of my friends," you replied.
"Hmm."
“That is a yes?”
“I'll think about it.”
Sometimes it was as if he had a little girl instead of a girlfriend.
You went to the kitchen and you looked in the cupboard, your chocolates were not there, you had left them exactly next to the cereal and there was nothing.
"Brooooooooccccckkk!" You yelled angrily.
He immediately went to the kitchen with the gun drawn believed that someone had entered the house and was not going to allow them to harm you, he kept his gun when he saw you in front of the pantry with his arms crossed and a very strange expression of few friends in you.
"Have you seen my chocolates?"
"No," he replied, trying not to sound nervous.
"I had a complete box here," you said, pointing to the cupboard.
"Maybe you already ate them," he said, avoiding looking at you.
"No, I'm sure I wasn't."
You went up to him and watched him, there were traces of chocolate in his beard that you hadn't noticed before.
"You ate them!"
"N-no."
“Liar!”
You hit him on the arm as hard as you could, obviously you didn't do him any damage, he was stronger and more resistant than you and you were angry, you slammed the door of the bedroom they shared and put the safety on him.”
“It is not so much Y/N, I will buy you another, “he said knocking on the door for you to open it.
However, you did not open him, you were very angry, they had the rule that you did not eat his cookies and he did not eat yours.
"Don't be mad baby girl," he asked.
“Go away, I hate you!”
“I didn't think you were going to get mad, I was very hungry…”
"You could have asked for something to eat or cook it, I don't eat your things, you're evil," you interrupted.
"Open the damn door," he ordered.
“NO!”
He sighed, it would be better if he went to replace the box if you were never going to speak to him again, he went to the store and bought two boxes, when he returned he checked that you were still with the door closed.
"I have chocolates," he said.
He shook the boxes a little so that you could see that he was not cheating on you when you listened you opened the door and took the boxes from him.
“Did you forgive me?”
"Can we have a puppy?"
He laughed again, it was better if he agreed.
"We'll look for him on vacation," he promised.
"Then, I forgive you."
You hugged him and kissed him.
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Pairing: Brock Rumlow X Reader.
Word count: 1082 words.
Summary: Brock did something wrong, no one mess with your stuff.
Warnings: some smut references, not very explicit.
A/N: This is my entry to the @yikeswtfmate ‘s Ellie’s 700 follower celebration with the dialogue prompt #9:
“Damn right I’m pretty.”
“I said petty”.
And my entry to the @buckyssoul ‘s Rae Hit 1K Marvel Writing with the quote prompt #17:
“What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is also mine”.
My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistake please let me know and I will correct it.
I don’t give any kind of permission that my fics be posted in other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it. There are some people here who make dividers that anyone can use, mine is not this type, please look for the other's people. The only exception is the ones I gifted 'cuz now belong to someone else. If you find any of my works on a different platform and is not one of my accounts, please let me know. Reblogs and comments are always welcome.
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You opened the cupboard and smiled at the see that there was a closed box of your boyfriend's favorite cookies, you took it, opened it and started eating them, and it was going to be an act of revenge that you were ultimately planning on enjoying.
You turned on the TV and eating the cookies, you knew that Brock would soon arrive at the house, but you would try to run them out before he came back, even though you didn't care if he caught you, so he'd understand he shouldn't mess with your stuff.
He went out with his friends, who you didn't seem to like, it wasn't something you cared about, he loved you and you knew it, so everything was fine. Yes, you knew what they were saying about you, everyone seemed like a very weird couple because you were completely the opposite; he is serious, cold and calculating, you are always smiling and affectionate, you radiated an air of innocence, you were always in a good mood, on the contrary, he always seemed to be badass, but what no one knew was that you knew each other so well, that you knew the weaknesses of the other, what liked and other things.
You couldn't say for sure how it had happened, but somehow you fell in love with each other, so you didn't care what they said about you.
To avoid any kind of trouble he went out with his friends when he wanted and you with yours, you trusted each other so there was no problem.
You put your favorite horror movie and opened another one of the packs that brought the box, one by one, savoring every bite, a part of you blat fully wanted Brock to come in at that moment and see you, another not so much, rather you thought you were outdoing yourself.
By the time the movie was over, there were no more cookies in the box, you got up and took the trash out of the house to take it to the dumpster, so there was no longer any evidence that instilled in you, but you were planning something better as revenge.
You lay down on the couch to watch the next movie, but you fell asleep, so you didn't notice or hear when Brock arrived, when he saw you there he took you to bed and tucked you in.
The next morning when you woke up you thought you'd continue your revenge, you started preparing breakfast, and Brock came down and opened the cupboard looking for something
"Baby girl, what about my cookies?" he asked.
"I don't know, it should be in the cupboard," you replied.
You didn't take your eyes off what you were cooking while you were trying to contain your laughter, you didn't want to give yourself away, and you were glad to see him ‘suffer.’
"Y/N" Brock called you.
"Brock."
"Where are my cookies?" he asked again.
"I told you, they must be in the cupboard, if you probably ate them and you're so old so you don't remember what you do," you made fun of him.
"You ate them, didn't you?" he questioned.
He went to where you were, turned off the stove, and took you off your shoulders to turn around and keep you in front of him.
"You ate all my favorite chocolates," you complained.
"I apologized and bought you another one," he replied.
"And? That wasn't enough, I had to get even," you counterattacked.
"Seriously, you hid them, didn't you?" he inquired.
You weren't cruel or vindictive with him, so I thought you were joking and hid them somewhere in the house.
"No, I didn't lie to you, I ate them, all the ones in the box, one by one, they tasted delicious," you replied with malice.
You were enjoying what was going on.
"Why did you eat them? I replenished your chocolates, we were okay," he complained.
"No, we weren't, you just replenished it because I complained, not on your initiative or because you regretted it," you clarified.
"I can't believe it, Y/N.”
“What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is also mine”
You smiled, he knew, you didn't even care if you were behaving childishly anymore.
“Petty” muttered between grumpy teeth.
“Damn right I’m pretty,” you said by spanking your ass yourself and smiling.
“I said petty,” he said again.
He walked away from you and kept looking in the cupboard, he was still hoping that you were joking, after a few seconds he lost it. He was so focused he didn't even notice when you approached him.
"But you love me,” you murmured in his ear.
You squeezed one of his biceps and with your other arm you hugged his back, he knew what you were going to try to do, but he wasn't going to let himself be convinced so easily, now it was his time to get revenge.
"Y/N's not going to work for you," he said firmly in an annoying voice.
"When I go to the supermarket I replenish them, I promise you," you answered in a childish voice
You started stroking his arm and kissing her neck.
"I hope this doesn't affect me that you promised me to adopt a puppy," you whispered.
"Y/N..."
He walked away to stay in front of you.
"You promised me" you reminded him of trying to give little jumps to kiss his beard; he was taller than you.
“Yes, if anything, you'll have your puppy, because I promised you, but you're not going to disgruntled me so easily,” he alleged.
You thwarted your lips that seemed more of a challenge.
"You know I love you very much, don't you?" you said as a finger you stroked the muscles of your pecs above the shirt.
He let go of a growl, he was pretending to play hardball, but he had always found it impossible to resist you.
"And I love you because you are very strong and sexy in all S.H.I.E.L.D.,” you continue.
You kissed his arm and carried on to the neck, while with one hand you kept stroking his chest and the other was coming down.
"Forgive me, babe, I didn't think you'd get so angry, I just wanted you to feel the same way I felt," you explained without stopping your actions.
He was already reaching the limit of his attempt to resist, if you continued he could not contain himself.
"To hell, you need punishment," he bluffed.
"As you wish, Commander,” you said, laughing.
He lifted you on his shoulder to take you to the bedroom, breakfast could wait another bit, now I had to teach you a lesson.
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Summary: You denied your feelings, but Brock would do anything to have a date with you.
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