Pairing: Brock Rumlow X OFC (Stella Grace Rogers).
Word count: 2678 words.
Summary: Stella Grace Rogers believed that her twin had died that day, Steve did not know that he had passed with her when he woke up until they found her, what will happen when they meet again? And when Grace meets a certain STRIKE Commander?
Warnings: None at the moment.
A/N: This is my entry to the @peterman-spideyparker‘s Kristen’s 2020 Writing Challenge! With the prompt #12:
“Hey, I know you’re hurting…but, you’re not alone, okay?”
Also is my entry to the @crushedbyhyperbole ‘s Cloudy’s 200 Follower Hyperbole Challenge with the Hyperbole dialogue prompt #24:
“I’d rather stab myself in the eye than look at you for one minute longer”
And my entry to the @justmebeingtheweirdmeiam ‘s 200 Celebration Writing Challenge with the Movie/Series/Book quote prompts #3 and #21 and the dialogue prompt #12:
A: “No weapons. No friends. No hope. Take all that away, and what is left?”
B: “Me”
“At the end of the day, you’re a garden rose, and that bitch is a weed”
“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage”
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.
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Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI
2012
Steve had searched for her in many places without success, he could not deny that he felt incomplete, practically all their lives they had been together, if something bad had happened to him it was his fault ... for having insisted on joining the army ... if he had never done so...
As soon as he received the news, he was afraid that it would be completed with the word “dead”.
"How do you know it is her?"
"From the photos, Cap, it's in the files," Fury explained.
What had happened to her then?
"We can do the DNA analysis to make sure if you want," Maria suggested.
"It is not necessary, I could recognize her anywhere, and she is special ... at least for me”
"That is clear to us, Cap, that's the reason we notified you immediately," Nick said.
“Is she…?”
He didn't dare say it, but needed to know if she was dead… he would have to see how to get on with his life, although he wasn't sure if he could recover from that news.
"She is alive, it seems in perfect condition, in fact, she seems asleep," Maria said.
Steve sighed more calmly, they were both fulfilling the promise they made when they were children.
"What happened to her?" Steve asked.
“We do not know”.
"I can't help wondering how took the news of what happened to me when they told her, sometimes I came to believe she become angry, gone and continued her life in the shadows," Steve confessed.
"As soon as she wakes she'll tell us," Nick assured.
Since Steve woke up, he felt incomplete, nothing was the same without Grace, his twin, surely she had felt the same after what had happened to him, and would she forgive him?
At first, he thought that she had continued with her life, which pleased him but at the same time saddened him, since all his life -until before he fell on the ice- they had been together, even before being born having shared the womb.
There was a constant thought in his head from the first day, maybe she had a family if so he would love to meet her children and grandchildren, to ask them how her life had been like, would she have found a good partner who will take care of her and love her?
That thought made him laugh, Grace was the one who always took care of him and defended him, even though she was only twenty minutes younger than him, although when they both got into trouble Bucky was the one who came to rescue them.
He missed both of them so much, Bucky was dead ... but he didn't know what had happened to her, he had been looking everywhere, the History books only referred to him, they didn't mention anything about Grace, not finding the information became concerned, it was as if they had wanted to erase the existence of his sister from the face of the Earth until he searched the S.H.I.E.L.D. files, there he found the news that she had also disappeared four months after he searched everywhere, he did not find it.
But now the Agency had found her and he was urged to wake up; if he was with his twin then everything else would be easier
From that moment in which Steve received the news he had not separated from her, he better than anyone knew the shock that it would be to wake up at this time for her too, he knew her perfectly and better than anyone.
The favorite song was playing in the room, Grace began to think that maybe everything that had happened had been a nightmare the last thing she remembered, if she woke up she would be without her twin, turning to feel miserable and incomplete, having to deal with a lot of things that she did not want, looking for a way to escape the proposal that had been made to her, so it was not such a good idea to wake up, although she could not be asleep all her life either.
She opened her eyes slowly, trying to adjust them to the light, suddenly she seemed to see a familiar figure, she blinked several times to be able to focus, when she saw who was in front of her, she got out of bed practically with a jump, she could not believe it, surely she was dreaming or hallucinating.
"Grace, calm down, it's me, Stevie," he said cautiously.
"No, no, it's a hallucination, you're dead, and this is not possible."
"No, wait, let me explain," Steve asked.
"Or maybe I'm dead, I'm in heaven and that's why you're here," the girl murmured without moving.
Steve approached her to try to reassure her.
"It's me, seriously, I'm alive and so are you," his twin assured him.
He took her hand carefully, knew what kind of reaction he might have, didn't want to upset her anymore, she squeezed him.
“Stevie? How? That day the communication was cut, I think you could not hear me, then they told me that they did not know where the ship you were on had fallen, “Grace said.
“It is difficult to explain, I have many things to tell you and none is easy.”
"Are you really real?"
Grace hugged her twin, she needed to check that it was indeed neither a dream nor an illusion. Many times she had had that dream, but it was only that, when they separated, she smiled when she saw that he was still there.
"Simmons will come to check on you, I have to tell you that you are awake," he informed her.
“Simmons?”
"She is one of the best scientists in S.H.I.E.L.D., I think you will feel comfortable if it is her."
“S.H.I.E.L.D.?”
It was obvious that she didn't know what his brother was talking about.
“Now that's how the Strategic Scientific Reserve is known. I'll update you soon, okay?”
“Why does she want to check me?”
“We were almost 70 years missing.”
“What!? How did I survive? ”Grace asked.
"I don't know, but she needs to check that you don't have any damage, so wait here a moment, I'll go for her."
Grace sat on the edge of the bed, she still didn't understand what had happened, and she wasn't even sure what had happened, someone knocked on the door to get her out of her thoughts.
“Ahead.”
"Lieutenant Rogers, I am Jemma Simmons," the scientist introduced herself.
"You have her accent," Grace said without thinking.
“Pardon?”
Grace looked her in the eyes, she feared there was the possibility that she was a relative of that woman, however, Jemma's eyes gave off something different, she was probably wrong, and then she would investigate.
"No, nothing. I just seem to have the same accent as someone who tried to make life impossible for me in the past."
Jemma nodded, she didn't know who she was referring to.
"I hope that person has had a due," said the scientist.
“I hope so too.”
Jack entered the gym, he had just found out. They would probably have a meeting soon to find out the plan to follow.
"Rogers' sister woke up," Rollins reported.
“So?”
Brock did not stop training, he had never understood why that news caused such a stir.
“Do you think she knows anything about HYDRA?” Jack asked him.
"I don't think she knows more than Rogers, I'm satisfied that I'm not as unbearable as he is," Brock replied.
After the check, Steve entered again.
"I already spoke to Fury, you will go with me to my apartment."
“Do you have a apartment? And who is this Fury guy? ”Grace asked.
"The director," Nick said entering.
After introducing themselves, they left, Grace looked excitedly around her, many things had changed, she did not know if she would be able to adapt. When she entered the apartment she was frozen.
"What is all this?" She asked, astonished to see so many electrical devices.
"Welcome to the modern age, lil’ sis’."
"I think I would have preferred to die."
"Oh come on, it's not that difficult."
"Please tell me I don't have to do that horrible red lipstick again and promote a perfect image," he said, holding his breath.
Steve smiled, he knew how much he hated that lipstick that forced them to wear in the Army.
“At this time you can put on makeup as you like, I think you will like the new century.
“And the war?” Grace asked suddenly.
“They told we won”
“Are there no more wars?”
“Enemies remain, now we protect the Earth if you want you can unite”
“What if they are going to listen and take me into account?” She asked nervously.
She hated the "position" that had been assigned to him, she was never more than an ornament, they never let her make decisions or be in battle, and they always listened to Steve.
” Things are very different now, I promise you.”
There was a knock on the door of the apartment, Steve went to see and a few minutes later he returned to where he had left Grace, who was curiously watching the television screen.
"Who were you talking to?" she asked, still looking at the screen.
“With Kate, the neighbor; she’s a nurse, “Steve replied.
Grace immediately turned to Steve and watched him.
“Really?”
She did not like something, she was going to find out who that woman was.
The last two days had been very stressful, everything was completely different, while Steve was attending to some affairs, she went to the gym, looked indecisively at the punching bag.
"We also have weights," said a male voice behind her.
She was startled to hear it and turned around, Brock was shocked, he had seen the photos, but seeing her in person… she was more beautiful.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you First Lieutenant Rogers."
Grace smiled, they knew her, and they finally knew who she was.
“And you are? “She asked intrigued
“Brock Rumlow, STRIKE Team Commander.”
Brock reached out his hand, she shook it.
"Call me Grace, you have been with me working with brother, right?"
“Yeah, we have had several missions together.”
"I’m sure you hate him," Grace joked.
“Are you as bossy as he is?
"I am worse."
They both laughed.
"Grace, Fury wants to tal ..."
He fell silent when he saw the scene he was witnessing.
"I see you already know each other," Steve finally said.
After leaving Fury's office, they met Nat in the hallway.
"She is Natasha Romanoff."
"Grace Rogers."
"If you need to talk to a girl, you can find me," offered the Russian.
Brock took the report that he hadn't even read and signed it, he felt a little strange, he wasn't sure that something like this had happened to him before, what was he feeling?
He could not stop thinking about Grace Rogers, she seemed to him a very beautiful girl, he wanted to see those blue eyes again, he was sure that they reflected an innocence that he did not think he had ever seen before in his life.
To be honest, if he couldn't conquer her, at least he was content to have sex with her.
He was the third recruit Grace has given me to the hospital in that training.
“Hey, calm down, I think this is how far training goes.”
If she continued like this, the team would probably run out of members.
"I'm fine," the girl attacked.
"You don't look it," Brock replied.
He approached her and took her arm.
“What’s going on?” she barked.
“Hey, I know you're hurt… but, you're not alone, okay?”
"It's all very confusing, I ... is weird ... Steve managed, but I'm not sure I can do it," Grace confessed.
Brock was surprised, he didn't expect such an honest response.
"I can help you if you want," he offered.
He never expected that such an opportunity will present itself.
"Stevie, I don't like the way you get along with the neighbor," Grace complained as she took the cake out of the oven.
"Oh Gracie, come on, she's a good person," Steve defended.
"If you say so, I'll go get my clothes."
“Need help?”
"I can do it by myself and don't even think about touching the cake, I haven't finished decorating it yet," she warned.
She found her torn clothes, knew who was to blame, tried to calm down, Kate reminded him a lot of that woman.
She went to Kate's apartment and knocked on the door, she was going to end that situation once and for all.
"What?" Kate said when she saw her open the door.
“Why did you do it?” Grace asked, showing him the clothes.
"No one wants you here”
“Are you going to prohibit me from living with my brother?”
"I'll figure the way to he kicks you out."
Both women began to argue.
"And for that reason, everyone preferred your brother," Kate said maliciously.
"I'd rather stab myself in the eye than look at you for one minute longer"
Kate closed the door angrily, Grace made a gesture of exasperation and headed towards the apartment just as Steve opened the door.
"What happened?" He asked in dismay.
"Look what your girlfriend did to my clothes," Grace replied aggressively as she showed him the clothes.
“Gracie, to begin she is not my girlfriend, are you sure she was?
“Who else could it be? She hates me, Stevie.”
"Come on, I'm sure you caused it, it's not the first time something like this has happened" Steve defended her.
Grace knew what her brother was referring to, they had had a similar fight in the past.
"Forget it," Grace said.
He tossed Steve's clothes, turned around, and started walking toward the stairs.
“Grace! I didn't mean...”
She ignored his brother and continued walking towards the stairs when he ran into Brock on the stairs, he seemed to have witnessed what happened.
"Brock ... I ... how much did you see?"
“The complete scene”.
“Oh no...”
"At the end of the day, you're a garden rose, and that bitch is a weed"
Grace laughed, at least it seemed like she had someone on her side.
"You are right, what happened?"
"What are you doing here, Rumlow?" Steve asked.
He was going to reach her when he found them.
"I came to leave you some documents."
"I just made a cake, come with me to try it," Grace offered.
"You said it wasn't ready yet," Steve complained.
"I said I wasn't finished decorating it."
Grace tugged on Brock's arm, who was not going to refuse, somehow he was pleased with the situation. Steve shuffled after them.
"What are you doing?" Steve asked, intercepting his twin.
"You owe me and you know it, consider that we are even."
Steve sighed, he didn't have much choice.
"I didn't know you know how to cook," Brock commented when he had the plate with the slice in front of him.
“I used to do it before entering the Army, we had to learn because mom worked most of the day, although Steve always burned food”.
"Grace," Steve warned.
"I am a better chef than you, star spangled man with a plan," Grace scoffed.
"You weren't complaining before," Steve attacked.
"It was eating it or starve to death when I was sick," Grace countered.
"Grace, enough," Steve said.
"Sorry, li’ bro’," Grace said sarcastically.
Brock was trying not to laugh.
Brooklyn, January 1918
Sarah Rogers was at the station to say goodbye to her husband, who would go to war.
"You know I don't want to go and leave you in this state," Joseph said apologetically.
"Duty calls you, we'll be fine, I'll write you letters every week so you know how we are and just return home safely," Sarah asked.
Sarah kissed Joseph goodbye, who boarded the train that would take him to his destination to participate in the war.
Pairing: Brock Rumlow X OFC (Stella Grace Rogers).
Word count: 1952 words.
Summary: Stella Grace Rogers believed that her twin had died that day, Steve did not know that he had passed with her when he woke up until they found her, what will happen when they meet again? And when Grace meets a certain STRIKE Commander?
Warnings: None at the moment.
A/N: This is the second part of my entry to the @peterman-spideyparker‘s Kristen’s 2020 Writing Challenge! and @crushedbyhyperbole ‘s Cloudy’s 200 Follower Hyperbole Challenge
And my entry to the @justmebeingtheweirdmeiam ‘s 200 Celebration Writing Challenge with the dialogue prompt #12:
“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage”
Also, I investigate a lot about History between 1916-1945, so a lot of parts are based on real things at that time. In this chapter, boys and girls went to separate schools, so they learned different things according to their gender, yeah I know sexism sucks.
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.
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Part I Part III Part IV Part V Part VI
Brooklyn, May 1918
Sarah was preparing to go to work in the hospital, it was the last weeks before she was given a month off for the birth of her babies, at least that was one of the doctors where she works, Joseph seemed excited by the news when he wrote the letter, although now that she thought about it, she hadn't received a letter that week, she assumed the mail was late.
She was about to grab her bag to leave the house when someone knocked on the door, she went to open it
"Sarah Rogers?" The man asked.
"It's me," she replied.
Her heart sank at the sight of the soldier at the door, perhaps Joseph was wounded and had to go see him. The soldier took a little air.
"I'm sorry for your loss," she said as she handed him a letter and a few other things.
She took the letter and read it, tears streaming out of her eyes.
JOSEPH ROGERS, HER HUSBAND WAS DEAD-
During the funeral she was inconsolable, Joseph had promised her that would return safely, they would see their babies grow together and have many children. Now she was alone and she was afraid of what she would do from now on, she didn't know if she could with everything that was about to happen.
July 1918
The pain was worse than she expected and they had told her, she missed her husband but now at that moment she wanted him to be by her side, she felt that she was dying, but she knew that she could not do it but who would take care of those babies.
"Get out a little more Sarah I can see the head, bid again," the midwife ordered.
She did and suddenly heard a cry.
"Is a little boy," someone said to him.
She smiled a little but the pain returned to her body, the baby had already left, but the other one was missing, she felt as if time had frozen, she was almost sure that the two had already left.
"The other is missing."
"What?" she asked almost breathlessly.
She felt that she was dying, the fatigue was too much, and the midwife's voice had brought her back to reality.
The next 20 minutes seemed eternal to her and every time he felt that she had less strength
"Is a beautiful girl"
She suddenly heard.
"I want to see them," she asked.
New York, 2012
Grace was looking for a notebook, she needed to make a list of the things she would buy from the supermarket, and she loved shopping, although sometimes she felt ashamed of Steve.
He saw a folder that caught his attention and he took it out, opened it, it was a file from S.H.I.E.L.D.
"She’s still alive," she asked incredulously.
She continued reading, she was upset, and after all, she had achieved her goals, although somehow she was glad that Steve had not been involved, would have been hurt and did not want him to be heartbroken.
"In the end, if she married him…I guess, I knew it."
She was sure she must have done something to keep her alive after so long, she hadn't even touched on the subject with Steve, it seemed as if somehow unspoken was forbidden for them.
"Weeds never die out," he murmured as he continued reading the file.
"Did you say something?" Steve asked.
Grace was startled, not realizing that her twin had returned. Steve saw the papers in her hand.
"I've been to visit her twice."
“Good. She must have been glad to see you.
She could not find the exact words, she had not even told him what had happened after he fell on the ice, she had practically tried to destroy her life, and she did not know how much longer she could bear to be without telling him what had happened.
"Yeah, well at first she seemed incredulous, but then we talked and she's had a happy life," said Steve.
“Seriously?”
"Come on Grace, she's good."
“If you say so.”
She didn't want to have another fight.
“Do you have the list yet?” Steve asked, changing the subject.
They bought things and Grace baked a cake, Steve's favorite.
"I missed your cakes so much, it's been a long time since you last cooked one," Steve said.
"The last one was last night before we went to the army," Grace recalled.
“It was difficult?”
“What?”
“Cook in this time.”
“Not even though you save a little time now, last time pay was much easier than this.”
“And what do you think of this time?” Steve asked suddenly.
“I must confess that too many things have changed, although I am glad that people do not recognize me, perks of being invisible.”
“Grace…”
"Come on Stevie, we both know that you were popular after the serum and I'm…well…I…I'm good at baking cakes," she said laughing
Steve thought for a while, Grace was right, she was always relegated in the army, it wasn't as if they considered her a Lieutenant or an agent, maybe they had just accepted her because he asked for it.
"By the way, Steve, do you have any information on what happened to the Commandos? I would like to read it after dinner, I still do not understand how it works the inter... Whatever that is called.”
“Internet, but yes, I have little information.
He gave the folder to his twin.
Grace was in the Triskelion gym, internally struggling to tell Steve what had happened or not.
"Lieutenant," Brock greeted.
"Grace, just tell me Grace, the Lieutenant was a lie, I didn't do anything with that position, it was just a lie," he asked.
Brock saw her without understanding, but it didn't matter, he had something else in mind.
"Sure, I was wondering if you wanted to go to a coffee shop I found next Friday afternoon," Brock said.
Grace stopped hitting the sack and turned to see him.
"Is it a date?"
Things were still confusing for her, she didn't want to misinterpret anything or make any kind of mistake.
“Yes, well if you want you can invite someone else.”
Brock wanted to hit himself, he had never been shy, he did not understand why he acted like an idiot, although he hoped that she did not invite anyone else, he did not want his plans to be ruined.
"If only you and I go and come to my house for me, I accept," Grace replied.
"Just you and me," said Brock
She kissed him on the cheek and walked to the locker room.
“Pick me up at six!”
She smiled, Steve told her that on Friday he had an interview and would return after ten at night, so she would not have to give any explanation, since she planned to return before him, without saying that she knew that he didn't get along well with Brock.
She went to Natasha's office and peeked out.
"Nat, I need your help," she asked.
“What happens?”
“I have a date, but I don't know what the protocol is, I wouldn't want to make a mistake.”
"With whom?" Nat asked interested.
"Brock."
"With Rumlow!" she exclaimed in surprise.
"Shut up, I don't want Steve to know," she said, covering her mouth.
"I'm impressed, why don't you want Steve to find out?"
“It is a long story.”
"Well I can help you choose the clothes and fix you," Nat offered.
"Sounds good, thanks."
Grace couldn't deny that she was nervous, the only dates she'd had in the past had been arranged by Bucky and were always a failure ... at least for her and Steve. It would also be something new to have one without his brother and Bucky, she hoped not to ruin the moment, but especially that Steve did not find out.
Brooklyn, 1931
Grace was outside her school waiting for her twin and Bucky to come for her, she hated going to separate schools, she went to a different one than Steve and Bucky went to, mostly because she didn't have any friends there, she was jealous that Steve at least had his friend in classes, but she was always alone at school.
She would give anything to make all three be in the same school.
She used to ignore what the other girls said about her, they always tried to provoke her and make fun of her, and she tried not to get into trouble so that her mother did not have to miss work because of her.
"She is very ugly,"
She suddenly heard.
She kept ignoring the words, bit her lower lip, and began to beg for the boys to take no longer.
"She wears cheap clothes."
"I hear your father left you to go with another woman."
“No, I heard that his mother sleeps with other men and that is why the father left, now she does it to support them.”
Grace was reaching her limit, although she did not have a family equal to theirs, she was happy with what she had, she knew that her mother was a nurse and not what the girls said.
She also knew that all of them waited until the teachers had already gone home to avoid problems, although they did not believe that they believed her.
"And his brother is unbearable, he seems in need of love,” another girl said.
"It's disgusting," one of the girls supported.
Grace narrowed her eyes, she had already reached her limit, she would not tolerate anymore.
“What did you say about my brother?” she asked, turning and approaching the group.
She could stand them talking badly about her, but not about her mom or Steve, they all treated Steve badly without really knowing him.
"What you heard silly," the girl replied maliciously.
Grace pounced on the girl, she was going to give her what she deserved so she would not mess with her family again. The others started screaming in fear.
"Don't speak ill of my family again," Grace said as she tugged at the bow that was in the girl's hair.
Steve and Bucky arrived at that time.
"Is that Grace?" Bucky asked, trying to analyze what was happening.
Steve immediately ran to the girls and tried to grab his twin.
"Grace, calm down," he asked without success.
Bucky reached out to grab Grace and pulled away from the girl
"Wild," the girl stammered.
"Are you okay? Excuse my sister," said Steve and held out his hand to help her.
"Get away from me," the girl screeched and stood up.
"We better get going," Bucky whispered to Steve without releasing grace.
“What happened?” Steve asked on the way home.
"I gave her a good lesson, she asked for it."
"Grace, you should behave like a lady, sometimes I think you get into a lot of trouble," Steve scolded her.
"Shut up, you're doing worse," Grace countered.
"You always end up like a damsel in distress ..."
“I’m not a damsel in distress. I’m a damsel doing damage.”
"I didn't know you knew how to fight," Bucky commented.
"I’ve learned from you," she answered proudly.
"But what did they do to you? You can't just hit the girls just because," Steve continued scolding.
“She said horrible things about our family, about me, about mom, about you, she started.”
"Your bow and part of your dress are torn," Bucky observed.
“What?”
Grace removed her bow and checked her dress, determining that it was something that could be easily arranged around the house.
"I'll fix it before Mom gets home."
She only hoped that the next day she would not have problems at school because of the girl.
