Before anyone could say anything, you left the living room to the dining room. 

"I don't understand why he gets so excited,” Brock murmured. 

"I’ll never understand how Y/N is in love with you, Rumlow you're a party pooper," Nat replied.  

She had come to hear your boyfriend's comment while he rolled his eyes, it was just snow, and it wasn't the big thing, it happened every year, besides you were no longer children.

"When will it start snowing?" you asked Nat excitedly.  

"He said after four o'clock in the afternoon, so be patient," she replied.  

"I can't, I need to see it now,” you said and pouted

“It’s just snow…?”

“I’ve never seen it before, it's my first time, in my country it doesn't snow," you explained.

"Have you never seen or been in the snow?" the spy questioned in disbelief.  

"No, can I make a snowman and play? “ 

"Hmm... Yes... I guess... but first you have to let enough snow accumulate," Nat replied.

"How long is it gonna take?"  

"Perhaps at night, as there is a sufficient amount."  

Nat left soon, however you didn't stop seeing out the window, the snow was starting to fall, you took out your cell phone and started recording it, and you thought it was amazing, although now you had several questions, would it have any flavor? Would the temperature be cold? Would it be difficult to walk in it?

"Babe, what are you doing?" Brock asked when he saw you in the window. 

"Recording the snow falling," you answered without looking at him.  

Brock sighed, he couldn't understand the emotion that caused you, if it was normal.

"Why are you recording it? It’s something normal, you look like a little girl," Brock complained. 

 "In my country, it doesn't snow, it's the first time I've seen it," you clarified.

Brock was stunned, he knew you weren't from the United States, you'd joined the team two years ago, and however, the two winters you hadn't been in the country. 

"So it's the first time you've seen snow," he said to himself.  

You ignored the comment and kept recording, Brock kept thinking for a few minutes, 

"Do you wanna make a snowman later?" he proposed. 

 "Really!?" you asked excitedly.  

You stopped recording, you separated from the window, you went to where he was and you hugged him

“Yeah, yeah.”

"Brock, you know you're not fooling me with that bad boy facade,” you whispered with your face against his chest.  

"You know it will cost you," he seductively mentioned.

You laughed softly, you didn't care, in the end, you were going to have fun paying for it, too. By nine o'clock at night everything was completely covered in snow, you were ready to go out when Brock saw you.  

"Where are you going?" your boyfriend questioned you.  

"To play in the snow."  

"You can't go out like this without covering yourself up, you're going to get sick," he scolded you as he took your arm to stop you.  

"But..." 

"No ‘buts’ missy or you don't go out."

Brock let you go, he went to the coat rack near the door, you winced, within a few seconds, he came back with a snow jacket, gloves, scarf, and boots for both you and him. 

"We're going to need them," he said with a smile as he gave you the clothes. 

He helped you put on your jacket and scarf, you took it by your hand and they came out, you were practically going as fast as you could, the moment came when you let it go and started spinning as you raised your face to feel the snow, you decided to try a flake... although it had no taste, then you tried to run, but it was difficult, you hadn't even noticed that there was a part where the snow wasn't firm and you fell, Brock hastened to see if you were, he found you lying there laughing.

“If you lie down, extend your arms and then move them up and down, you can make an angel," your boyfriend suggested.  

You looked at him a little skeptical, however, you laid down and did what he had told you, for a moment you felt a little silly, then he extended his arm and took your hand to help you up, you left it and once you were already standing you turned to see the figure you had made, in the end, he had been right if it was the angel’s silhouette. 

After a while, they started gathering the snowballs to make the snowman, for a moment you thought that the cold would seep through the gloves, but it wasn't, although if you felt the cold on your face even though it wasn't annoying, Brock took some branches of a tree that had fallen off from the weight of the snow.

The snowballs you did were huge, you had tried to climb on each other without success, and it was very heavy. 

Brock approached and accommodated them, then gave you the branches and a carrot to place on the snowman’s face, after which you admired the finished snowman. 

"Do you want a picture with the snowman?" asked Brock.  

You jumped in and stood next to the snowman, Brock took several pictures, you crouched down and formed a little snowball without him noticing, you got up and threw it at him, and the snowball fell exactly into his face.

"What the fuck!" Brock exclaimed surprised.  

You dropped a naughty giggle and threw another one at him.  

"Ah... so you want to play, " Brock mumbled.   

Now he was the one who threw a snowball at you, which you didn't expect, following snowballs throwing at each other while running, sometimes trying to hide, you kept laughing until almost a bike passing through the place runs you over. 

"Careful idiot!" yelled Brock at him as he got you out of the way.

"Isn't it dangerous to go on a bicycle with all this snow?" you questioned.  

You just finished the question when you saw the bike boy fall off the slippery floor, laughed, and continued your snowball fight until Brock tackled you by throwing you on the snow-filled floor.

“I won!” he said jubilantly.

“Thanks.”

“Why?”

“For everything, I love you, Brock.”

“I love you more.”

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.

“Did you forgive me?”

"Can we have a puppy?"

He laughed again, it was better if he agreed.

"We'll look for him on vacation," he promised.

"Then, I forgive you."

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 had never been a “go with the flow” kind of guy. Everything had a purpose, every action an equal opposite reaction. Calculating, conscious decisions made for effective soldiers. It’s what he was, after all.

When HYDRA took over his unit, he didn’t question it. They gave Brock Rumlow a purpose, a task, and he obeyed. STRIKE was his to lead, and he couldn’t lead without conviction. Order was HYDRA’s goal, and he would bring it without fail.

As painful as it may be.

He’d seen what happened to those who stepped out of line. Those who perceived HYDRA as the enemy. They were the enemy, and they would be crushed.

The way down to the Conditioning Room was long, but Brock made the journey every day. The weakest ones broke down halfway through; the sounds of torture, experimentation, and anguished screams that echoes around the stone walls made them turn tail and run, begging for an office position or a more cushy job within HYDRA’s ranks. Fools, the lot of them. There was no comfort within HYDRA, and comfort in the outside world was only an illusion.

She had been processed two months ago; an exceptional spy who got a little too friendly with a Senator. She had been spilling HYDRA secrets in exchange for protection, but all she got was a trip to the tunnels. Her cell was the furthest one from the main lift; she had been isolated and left under his command less than a week ago; almost tearing apart the last two agents who attempted to subdue her after her conditioning treatments, and the lack of volunteers was not surprising. She was promising, could do great things; Brock recognized it. He’d seen it in her eyes; the fury, the anger, the hatred. All the makings of the ultimate HYDRA machine.

She just needed his guiding hand. But he had miscalculated.

“Up,” Brock commanded, standing in front of her.

“Why?” she said, slowly raising her head to meet his dark eyes, otherwise not moving from her sitting position, elbows on her knees, hair matted as it curtained her face. She looked terrifying, poised to spring up and slash him to pieces at any moment.

She was magnificent.

He gulped, but kept his stance steady, matching her solemnity. “There is no why. Up. It’s an order.”

“And we all follow orders.” She kept her eyes on his. “Even you.”

Brock blinked. A mistake.

In less than a microsecond she pounced, and he was barely able to react to her knocking him backwards onto the hard granite floor; he felt the warm gush of blood oozing out his head but her face was distracting him from feeling any pain. Her eyes blazed; fire and brimstone, and her lips curled up in a mischievous snarl as she pinned him down, pressing her forearm against his windpipe and keeping her knees locked around his legs.

“There. I’m up, Boss,” she leaned in close to him, her breath hot against his face. “How about you?”

She was so strong, savage, and unbreakable. Brock marveled at her tenacity, and hated to admit to himself that her playfulness irrationally endeared him to her. But he didn’t have much time to enjoy her body pushed up on his, a growing desiring heat rising up within him. Her face quickly transformed from amused into a grimace; a guard hitting her with a strong tranq to the back of her neck.

She yanked it out with a groan, instantly shooting it back towards the guard with one hand, hitting him in the knee. Both she and Rumlow ignored his cries as she weakly pushed herself off him, the tranquilizer already taking effect.

Brock didn’t know what made him do it, the first uncalculated move his body ever made within HYDRA’s bowels. But he couldn’t help himself; he brushed a strand of hair off her face as her eyes fluttered shut, her head sinking down against his chest.

He took her in his arms, her limp body close to him, past the guard, who stared at him as he carried her back to the Conditioning Lab. And for the first time a strong impulse to run towards the freight elevator, out the main lobby, and away from HYDRA crossed his mind.

What the hell is wrong with you? Brock’s mind screamed at him. It was an impulsive thought, not calculated. He did not think that way, not here. He couldn’t afford to. But why did he feel like he was carrying her straight towards a funeral pyre?

You are saving her. She would be killed, just as he would, if he ever attempted to run. This way she’d still have a chance. They would strengthen her. Make her acquiesce. She would become unstoppable. And maybe, someday...

Taking steady breaths, he quelled his torrent of unwelcome emotions, as he stepped through a wide doorway, approaching a stretcher in the middle of the room. He placed her on it gently, her face emitting a strange glow as the fluorescent lights beamed down on her. She stirred slightly, as scientists began strapping her down for the procedure.

“Why…?” she whispered, eyes searching for him until she found Brock’s face leaning over her, fighting the concern away from his face, but she saw the conflict within him nonetheless.

“There is no why,” he matched her low tone. “We follow orders.”

The milky solution already making its way through her bloodstream, she hyperventilated, body tugging at the restraints, as the head strap was secured around her forehead. 

“For… HY...DRA...” she stammered, her body convulsing under the influence of the serum... and in fearful anticipation of what was to come.

“For HYDRA,” he repeated, trying to ignore how his heart seemed to be squeezed in a vice-like grip as he witnessed her pain.

“We’re ready to begin,” a voice behind him said.

Brock’s eyes lingered on hers longer than necessary, his hand giving hers a light squeeze. With a barely audible sigh, he tore his gaze from her wide eyes, and swept out of the room. As he walked away down the hall, her screams filled his ears; loud, horrendous, and gut wrenching sounds. But Brock kept his pace even, heading into the main lift. He could still hear her piercing cries after the doors closed, all the way up to the Medical Bay, embedded in his brain as he got his head cleaned up and bandaged.

Everything he did, every calculated move, was not only made for HYDRA. It was for her.

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Part 2

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