tw: violence

Brock Rumlows // 30 years old  // Skilled Assassin

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tcpcat:

‘ it’s too bad the world is full of disappointments. ‘

“Well, it doesn’t always have to be.” He suggests with a soft purr, eyes glinting with mischief.

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disgustingavocado:

“DID you just call me darlin’?” he asked eyebrow raised, under the hoodie, “i don’t normally fuck nazi scums, and i normally don’t let them fuck me. but – you do got a pretty nice face. y’know for scum.” 

“Hell yes I did, Darlin’,” Brock winks at the hooded figure, he was a few drinks in. Enough to not really care who he would take home or if he would. Letting out a chuckle, Brock shakes his head. “I guess I deserve that. But someone needs to update their informant , I left hydra so that’s ex-hydra scum for you.”

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pietrosmaxximoff:

Pietro’s hands tightened into fists at the threat, and it took all his willpower not to throw Rumlow into a wall. “Don’t threaten my sister,” he growled, voice low and dangerous, “or I’ll make sure you leave town in a coffin.” He glared at the coffee that had been set in front of him. He wouldn’t drink it; he didn’t trust Rumlow enough to believe it hadn’t been tampered with. Still, the thought of throwing it in the other man’s face was tempting. “I don’t mind putting a black mark on my record if it means getting you out of the picture.”

“I didn’t threaten anything. Just made an observation how- devastating it would be without a brother to protect her and all.” Eyes flicker over to the balled hands, another tell of dear lil Pietro's control slipping. Not that he minds, it just makes it easier to get what he wants from the kid. “you sure it’s worth it kid? I’m not even with hydra anymore. I don’t know if you heard the news I’m going clean!” A deep chuckle vibrates through his chest, it was a good joke he had to high five himself for it. “But seriously kid, hydra is old news. Your cute little revenge thing wouldn’t even mean much.” Frowning a little he gestures to the cup. “What? Oh come on like I’m going to drug you in public. What am I going to do? drag your body away in broad daylight? Come on I’m smarter than that.”

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“It’s nice to finally see a friendly face around these parts. I was about to get worried the heroes have taken over.” Smiling he nods to Killgrave in greeting, a respectful way to greet an ally. Being a villain is usually a lonely life, having no real trust among foes and friends. It’s why Villian's usually ended up losing. Ego’s to inflamed to realize the big picture, making allies don't even mean he has to like anyone, just be respectful and they both can get what they want. But Killgrave here was an exception. Brock tend to not mind how insane the man could get and sometimes appreciated his schemes. They usually were clever steps, that created the perfect plan. Every strategist had to tip a hat his way.

Settling down in front of the male, Brock grins lowly. “So what brings you into town?” 

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queenfrcsty:

         With a LONG-DRAWN-OUT sigh, Emma’s hand tilts the wine glass back and FINISHES the crimson liquid before SAUNTERING over to Brock. Her NIMBLE hand snaps forward in a fluid movement and grabs HOLD of the man’s NECK, thick and warm, her NAILS dig into the flesh as her icy hues stare at him for a moment. His thoughts TAUNT her – she bends her back, pressing closer, her nude form barely concealed within the SILK confines of her robe. She tilts her head, her gaze SNAPPING to his caramel eyes. There is no hesitation in his gaze – merely a look of absolute BOREDOM as he speaks. From his mind, she RIPS the information she requires. Painful? Perhaps. Does she CARE? No. She slim fingers slid down his bare chest, NAILS leaving red trails in their wake. “I TOLD you to STRIP, did I not?”

A hiss escapes his lips, a howl growl of pain follows. He should kick the bitch where she stands, repay the damage she was giving him tenfold, but something about her made him want to continue to push. Maybe it was the challenge, maybe it was cause he hasn’t gotten laid in a while. Either way, he finds himself entrapped in her icy blue gaze. The feel of her soft skin so close to his makes him wanna touch to bite and ruin that pale perfect skin.  Calloused hands reach out, harshly grabbing hold of her hips, there was no love shared between them. All it was, was fevered tension and pain. He lets out a pained groan as he feels his mind being messed with. Seering pain- like a knife cutting into him in the most vulnerable place. His mind. Shuttering, he lets out breathy pants, the pain of it leaving him momentarily stunned. “Fuck- Easily. Easily. I’m not made of glass, but I rather not lose any more brain cells.” Carmel orbs narrow at the women, he was out of his depth, but the risk of it only seemed to excite him. “You still fucking want that? I’m going to need to be somewhat whole to do that Miss.”  He sasses, rolling his eyes. But he got the message, keeping his angry eyes trained on Emma’s he pulls at his belt buckles, unbuttoning his pants, and shucking them down. Leaving him only with his undergarment, almost as naked as Emma was at this point.

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luckythief:

‘Darling’. That was cute. Not.

“My rate’s through the roof,” Felicia told him, warningly. “Hope you can afford it.” She sat down opposite Rumlow, curious despite herself. He dropped off the radar after those HYDRA goons came to light, and now he was back, bearing a new name and an ego bigger than Iron Man’s. “I don’t kill, by the way. That a deal breaker?”

“Nah I don’t need you to kill. That’s not what I'm good at, leave the hard part to me. Unless it’s a deal breaker for me to get my hands a little dirty.” He raises an eyebrow at her direction. Brock didn’t mind restraining from killing for a mission, it wasn’t like he needed it. It was just what he was taught was best, don’t need to worry anymore if someone is long gone. It’s what’s worked for him. 

“Don’t worry about the money. I got enough cash to pay you, your not the only one who has expensive buyers.” He rolls his eyes, why did everyone think he was poor? he was a hit man for fucks sake, and he’s pretty damn good at it.

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brooklynbeat:

“I remember HYDRA worming its way into SHIELD. I ‘went rogue’ on a bunch of terrorists.” Steve’s voice could’ve chilled an open flame. God, Rumlow didn’t even sound sorry. “I don’t owe you anything, Rumlow.”

“What do you mean worming? From the get go Hydra was shield. Don’t you get it? Hydra is a force that no one can completely destroy. It’s not just a man or an army of men. It’s a concept. A thing to empower people when they're frightened. Not even Captain America can destroy hate. Why do you thing I’ve been with them? They had resources, they played everyone- even you. I’m going to be on the side that wins.” Smirking at the blond he cracks his neck. “You owe so much to the people. To everyone, That’s all you live for, isn’t it? To give back because you couldn’t kill hydra when you had your chance.” Brock shrugs easily like he wasn’t trying to tear down Steve from the inside out. “What? I read your file, Steve.”

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rosesspeak:

“People usually only push others away when they need them the most.” His tone probably should have sent her running the other way, but she couldn’t in good conscience just leave him there. Angry people stopped scaring her a long time ago. “Well whoever got on your bad side still hurt you, and you should let me help. If any injuries get worse, then that other person kind of wins, don’t they? I don’t think you want that.”

“Don’t be pushing down door’s your not ready to look into sweetheart.” Brock hisses, his instincts screaming at him to just run- run away from the girl who’s seen way to fucking much. He lets out a scoff, apparently, miss counselor was also smart. He couldn’t exactly argue with that logic. “Fine. You win. But no more dumbass questions.” Pulling off his shirt he shows off the brightly colored bruises against his skin, an array of color splashed aginst his ribs.

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neversaidpilct:

Sam scoffed, fists clenching. He could feel a fight coming and he wanted to be ready for it, he definitely didn’t want Rumlow to take him by surprise. “Oh yeah? Good.”

“Aren’t you heroes supposed to be all that’s just and compassionate- or some shit?” Brock draws out. Throwing out his hands he aims to push the man down, mostly to rile him up. He could see the fight in Sam’s eyes. It ignited a fire inside of Brock. The adrenaline, the violence- He LIVED for this.

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 ‘ wait iron man ? no he totally  sucks. i can name like – 10 better robot super heroes. and i only think there’s 11 of them.’

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“Don’t ever let him hear you say that. You will never hear the end of it guaranteed.” Brock shakes his head. “Sorry I ‘m not up to date on my iron hero’s. OK who would you say?”

[tcpcatarchive]

‘ if i had known i was going to have company i would have dressed a little more APPROPRIATELY. ‘

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“No no I don’t mind. Not at all. Actually I’d prefer a little less but that’s just me.”

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enchxntrxss:

June had been trying to focus on some papers n front of her when she heard the voice of the man next to her. She heard her voice inside of her head an she rolled her eyes with annoyance, “Excuse me?” She said, trying to get the Enchantress’s voice out of her head.

“I didn’t think I stuttered.” He mentions offhandedly, a small smirk dancing on his lips. Bringing the beer up to his lips he takes another chug. He didn’t mind if the women weren't interested, but he wasn’t the type to play games. If she wanted to she’d say yes, if not, she’d say no.  There wasn’t a need to dance around anything.

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qveenzcl:   

           “  i feel OLDER than i probably look,  i guess.  ”  plus,  the pigtails knocked a few years off.  “  humans are too complicated for their own good,  y’ask me.  if all we were is primal urges,  lust,  greed,  wrath  –  life’d be a helluva’ lot more black and white.  but f’the right person  ??  all seems worth it when you’re in deep.  ”  she lets go of a laugh,  and it feels more like a steady sigh.  “ sucker-punched,  shot outta’ a canon,  nearly blown up from a bouquet.   love ain’t been too KIND on me.  ”

          “ sounds like you got one hell of a story, kiddo.” He can’t say he feels sympathy, but he understands. A long time ago he uses to be a kid like her, grew up fast, grew up bloody. Didn’t get much of a choice, good ol’ new york slums. “Deep huh. you know what being in deep get’s someone killed in my work. You let someone close and they knife you. Keeping it simple makes life simpler. Just how I like it.” It feels odd talking about this, it wasn’t something he usually discussed. just something he did. “Don’t be kind to love then. stab it in the heart and let it bleed dry. No one needs that shit.”

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      “can’t say i know a lot about the whole hero and villain thing down on terra anymore. i know bits and pieces with the whole avengers and justice league, but i gotta keep to my own business. so, tell me, any people i gotta look out for??“

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              Looking over at the male, he can’t say he recognizes him. Which is unsettling, ex-hydra, ex-shield agent, hitman crossbones made it his business to know everyone. Raising an eyebrow he looks over the male carefully. “-and who are you? I’m not sure I should be telling such delicate information just to anyone.”

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brooklynbeat:

“Rumlow.” Steve kicked at the last bodyguard of a high grade weapons cache, before turning to the former STRIKE agent. “Is that how you remember it?”

“I remember a lot of things. You going rouge on S.H.I.E.L.D., teaming up with the riff raff, and worst of it all leaving your ol’ pal in a broken building.” His easy expression morphing into a frown. “I figure you owe me a little. Plus, weren't we buddies once?” he sings songs sweetly.

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pietrosmaxximoff:

Pietro glared across the table. He hadn’t been expecting this, hadn’t known that Crossbones showing up here was even an option. He’d thought (hoped) that the man was dead. Foolishly, he’d let himself hope that everyone who’d been a part of his and Wanda’s imprisonment was dead, or at least on their way there. He’d been wrong. “It would be worth the jail time, I think.”

    “You sure? It’d be a pity leaving your sister alone. Alone and vulnerable, Since I’m in town and all.” Grabbing his own coffee he sips the steaming liquid, he wasn’t against use a little leverage. Especially since he knows what the little brat could do. “Temper temper. Something you should really work on, kid. Anyway, aren’t you playing hero now? Boring, and a betrayal all in one.”

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“You want me to steal what?”

She vetted her jobs carefully if Kingpin wasn’t involved, but this Rumlow guy made her curious. That skull drew her attention—it looked almost like Frank’s. “Go over it again.”

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“Don’t act so surprised darling. What did you expect from a call from me? Besides nabbing a couple of weapons from S.H.I.E.L.D.” 

Letting out a small smirk he throws his feet up on the table, hoping to get the great Felicia involved would guarantee a successful mission.  “The way I see it, this would help both you n’ me. I’m sure you’re on their radar just as I am, Stealing, or even looking at weapon plans. It’ll help us both out. I’ll provide the needed muscle and you do your sneak shit. It’ll be in the bag.”