Dating Brock Rumlow would include:
Requested
The Winter Soldier era
Being a member of the S.T.R.I.K.E team
Capturing Brock’s eye by being able to hold your own against Jack Rollins
Jack is always competitive with you because of this
Sparring with Brock but it’s mostly conversational
“I honestly think Mr. Pierce has got it in for me. I mean, you saw how much paper work he gave me this morning!”
Sharing a room in the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters
Him coming back from training late at night so you make sure you stay up with your favourite drinks. Both of you always end up in silly giggles
One night you were just laughing away when Brock stopped and stared out the window. Your gaze followed his to find the sun rising, casting beautiful shades of colour out onto the sky. Whilst you both watched nature in its prime, Brock snaked his arm around you and your head rested on his shoulder
The pair of you are unstoppable on missions. Your fighting styles are so different yet they intertwine perfectly as if it’s choreography
You’re not dependent on him. Why yes it is nice to have back up but you’re perfectly capable to come back all in one piece.
After a mission you did on your own, you came home and went straight to sleep. You woke up to Brock sewing the holes in your outfit.
“You can sew?”
“Are you capable of going on any missions without getting a hole in your uniform?”
“Touché”
“I’ve booked the day off. Name anything you want to do and I’ll arrange it; I’ve missed my favourite girl.”
During the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D, he refused to let you fight Sam Wilson.
“Don’t argue with me. Not here, not now. You stay on the ground and help these bozos fight. They need a leader and that’s you (Y/N). Leave Sam to me.”
“Come back to me in one piece, Brock.”
Civil War era
After that building collapsed you thought him dead as you had never been able to see his body.
It took you months to track him down. Those months consisted of interrogations, tracing his activity of the new alias ‘Crossbones’ and paying people for intel
You eventually found the dingy apartment he was staying in and broke in
When you got in you immediately had a gun to your temple
“Don’t shoot!”
Silence. Followed by more silence.
“(Y/N)?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
He is extremely ashamed of his scars.
The darkness of the world outside made you unable to see them properly but you still tried to get a detail look
When your hand made contact with his scars to trace your fingertips along them, Brock his hand on yours.
“I’m sorry,” his voice was shaking
“No. I’m sorry for not finding you sooner.”
