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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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.
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”.
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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
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.
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.
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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.
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.
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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.
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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𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡
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Summary: You denied your feelings, but Brock would do anything to have a date with you.
