“I wish I had never given you a chance,” your voice was low and vicious, aiming to wound. But the words rang true. You really did wish that you hadn’t given him the chance to woo you, to charm you, to make you fall in love with him.
Not when this was the outcome.
Not when it meant that you had fallen into bed, into love, into marriage with HYDRA.
“Now baby, you know you don’t mean that. You love me,” Brock was standing in the middle of your bedroom, still packing up duffle bags with clothes from both of your closets. When you had burst into the room with your gun aimed very carefully at him, Brock had frozen for only a brief second before he was back to moving. He was sure that he could make you see reason, see that believing in HYDRA was a good thing, was something that could change the world for the better. “I know that you don’t understand everything right now but I need you to trust me, to know that I’m making the best decision for us, for our family. HYDRA-”
The gunshot was silent and so was Brock. He could only stare down at the growing stain that was spreading across his chest, slowly sliding to the ground. When he registered your boots standing over him, he looked up at you.
“I told you. I wish I had never given you a chance. But I only give one and you wasted it.”
He didn’t see the second shot.
