#brock.

“That the one where I go first?”

And crams his shit away in the one unjammed locker?

Not his fault she can’t reach a high shelf.

Her tac gear does nothing to hide her ass. Might even be better than Widow’s. Every time it asks for it, he gives it a skim out the corner of his eye. It ain’t even real, that’s how gentlemanly he is.

The way back, there’s no talk.

He doesn’t tell Cap which way’s that or why. He’s out of it enough that autonomous choices are outta the question. Brock gets a thought or two about that.

Getting technical, they’ve snagged a vehicle from S.H.I.E.L.D. that ain’t been take-home until now. There’s five dead bodies in the trunk of the van from the half-assed clean-up that would’ve been a real pain in the ass to show up on record. Nobody’s gonna yap about it going missing 'til the morning if Cap’s in the passenger seat.

Which he is.

So nobody did.

Brock thinks about Rogers’s rabid dog craze. Thinks so hard about it, he can hear the jaw crack again and almost misses the right exit.

He’s bruised from the neck down. Cracking open a cold one still in-uniform’s barely doable even without Captain America flagging his ass to the Pentagon.

You gotta know where to pull up and what time.

He cuts the engine. Sniffs, nostril flaring. First, he checks Rogers’s response to basic orders.

Only ‘cause she asks so nice.

Widow’s comm barely stutters. Something bloodless. She’s pretty good at that when she wants to be. Brock reloads his SIG without losing vantage.

“Dalton’s down.”

But Dalton’s Fury’s dispatched lapdog, so it doesn’t affect the mission any. Not besides the clean-up and on-the-go fingerprint deletion. Easier said when two of the specialized security idiots wait until he’s kneeling to remember what their fucking job is.

They scamper in his direction like wild roaches. That’s a headshot for each.

“S’just you an’ me now. Move it to point of entry, don’t let that chip outta your sight.”

            [ ✘ ; –––– BROCK RHODES. ]

BASIC INFORMATION.

Full Name: Brock Aaron Rhodes.

Nickname(s): Rocky.

Age: Twenty-Three.

Date of Birth: May 3rd.

Zodiac Sign: Taurus.

Hometown: Portland, Oregon.

Residence: Queens, New York.

Gender: Male.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual.

Spoken Languages: English.

Occupation: Bartender.

Relationship Status: Single.

Drink/Smoke/Drugs: Yes/Yes/Yes.

FAVORITES.

Color: Navy Blue.

Movie: Good Will Hunting.

Book: The Catcher in the Rye.

Band: Flagship.

Animal: Orca.

Season: Winter.

APPEARANCE.

Hair/Eye Color: Light Brown/Blue.

Height: 5'9’’

Weight: 150 lbs.

Tattoos: Three.

Piercings: None.

PERSONALITY.

Positive Traits: Shameless, Protective, Persuasive.

Negative Traits: Self-Absorbed, Callous, Cunning.

Likes: White T-Shirts, Smoking, Fast Cars, Card Tricks, Casinos, Aquariums, Drive in Movies.

Dislikes: Rich Girls, Complaining, Cats, Convenient Stores, Taxi Cabs, Gardening.

RELATIONSHIPS.

Father: Vince Rhodes.

Mother: Marie Rhodes.

Brother: Casey Rhodes (deceased)