Summary: Will you and Brock be able to make it to New Year's dinner on time?
Warnings: Train stuck
A/N: This is my entry to @ghostofskywalker MXRFF’s Holiday Prompt Challenge with the prompt #31:
"New Year’s kiss."
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A snowstorm was falling in the city; you were amazed. That meant snowmen, snowball fights, and endless fun. Of course, Brock was not pleased; he appeared to despise the snow.
"Of course, the snow bothers me; I can't use my bike," Brock complained for the third time in the day.
"Come on, Brock, it's fun."
"No, it's not; I’m cold the whole day; I can't use my bike; the workouts are slower; the transport is slower," Brock kept complaining.
"You sound like Rogers' grandfather," you sneered.
"What?"
"What you heard," you said.
"I think someone will clear all the snow that accumulates in front of our house... alone," Brock said, using that tone of pretending to be furious, even if it wasn't true.
"Then you'll take care of today's dinner... alone," you challenged.
Before he could answer, Steve came in for Brock to sign the last mission report, and you took advantage of the meddling to leave.
Hours later, Brock looked for you; they still had to finish cooking New Year's dinner. When they looked around, they realized they couldn't leave on the bike because the roads were closed due to snow, and the only way out was through the subway.
Brock gave you that typical look of his with which he hinted at the classic "I told you."
"Don't you dare, we can still get home; we will take a train, and you will see that it will be a spectacular dinner."
"If we walk, we'll get there faster," Brock said.
"No, better as I say," you insisted as you pulled him toward the entrance of the station.
However, just halfway through their time trapped in the snow inside the subway car, Brock turned to see you with the faces of a few friends.
"Are you still happy with your snow?" he questioned.
"Oh, come on, Brock, it's a bit of snow; in no time the train will move forward and we'll get home," you replied while still smiling.
"I don't think we'll get there before our guests," Brock complained.
"Oh, well, I don't know what you're worried about; Jack has keys; they can come in."
"We will freeze to death."
"Don't be dramatic, they just have to remove some snow from the tracks and the train will move forward."
Mobile phone batteries were gone; they were still stranded on the train with no way to communicate.
"Well, it could be worse; we could be in the middle of a mission and everything is going wrong," you said abruptly, trying to lighten the mood as Brock looked at you with disdain.
Brock smiled triumphantly, possibly using another mode of transportation in the same way they would have arrived or been stuck anyway. He saw his watch; it was less than a minute before midnight; they were going to be very, very late for dinner.
He took you by the shoulders and kissed you. You were very surprised. Usually, Brock doesn't act that way; you are always the one who surprises him.
"Happy New Year, love," he said after kissing you.
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summary: They say to love your partner in their love language, not yours. Someone in this relationship likes touch more than the other. Hint: it’s not the reader.
authors note: I’ve got a million prompts running through my head but this one jumped out first. Let me know how you feel & any critiques! I love talking to people about my fics.
There were 5 love languages.
Words of Affirmation, quality time, acts of service, gifts, and touch.
Touch has always been something you’ve struggled with. Always the butt of the classic “were you not hugged as a child?” joke because, well, it was mostly true.
Your family wasn’t horrible to you. They were great, in fact, despite all the accidental trauma. They were human. And they were doing their best.
Touch just wasn’t something that happened very often. One time your father hugged you in the middle of a funeral and it took you a solid minute to register what was happening.
By the time you realized it was a hug, you were too late to reciprocate and he was already basically across the room.
Which is why it took you a year to realize that your commander - now boyfriend, Brock Rumlow, had the hots for you.
Lingering touches in the hallways after mission debriefings, resting a large hand on your waist after evading enemy fire, even insisting on patching your hands up after a particularly brutal sparring match - Rollins was losing his mind at your ignorance. Jack decided to spill the beans after he caught Rumlow brushing a thumb across your bottom lip, murmuring a rare praise at your clever tricks when seducing a target, only to be given a very oblivious “Thank you, Sir” (and not a sliver of a sexy tone found at that).
“You’re thicker than a bowl of oatmeal,” Rollins said at your stunned gaze after his scolding for ignoring Rumlow’s advances. “And although I’m sure Rumlow would be talking about your body, I want to clarify that I’m talking about that thick ass skull of yours,” he hastily added.
“Please put us all out of our misery and fuck him already,” he said before you could tell him just how absurd that was.
Upon confronting Rumlow, half-expecting him to deny everything, you were suddenly having the daylights kissed out of you and couldn’t help but to wonder if maybe you were into touch after all.
But of course, after being with Brock for over a year now, the novelty was fading away. You found yourselves in a rhythm of work-sex-sleep-repeat and as devastatingly good as the sex was, you couldn’t help but to notice that Rumlow seemed like he was craving more.
His eyes didn’t shimmer like they used to. The curve of his playful smile was harder and harder to come by. There was an underlying feeling of unsatisfaction that you couldn’t quite put your finger on and it absolutely destroyed you.
It was only until you noticed his hand twitching next to yours that you realized it was touch.
Not being a touchy-feely person, Rumlow must have caught on to the fact that in most scenarios, it made you uncomfortable. You hated PDA and downright hated holding hands (and god forbid, embracing), even on date night. You were content watching a movies together all night without a mere brush of a finger.
Hell, even after sex you were perfectly happy rolling over on your side of the bed and snoring the night away without a single cuddle.
A tsunami wave of guilt washed over you. Your love language may not have been touch, but it was clear as day in that moment that Brock - STRIKE commander, expert hand-to-hand combatant/marksman, literal sex on legs - Rumlow, was secretly needing cuddles to thrive.
He just wouldn’t say it out loud. Which is why you’d just do it for him. Well, you’d actually do anything for him. But he didn’t need to know that. He needed to feel it.
After a particularly long mission, you made a point to rub his shoulders, not missing the slight unfurrowing of his brow afterwards. A kiss on his temple before you went out on your morning jog made his eyes shine a little brighter. Weaving your fingers through his in the middle of going grocery shopping made him stand taller, prouder.
A kiss on his neck made him melt. A bite on his lower lip made his dark eyelashes flutter. Tugging on his hair made him a little bit more desperate for you.
Even though you weren’t in love (or really, even in like) with touching or being touched, god damn were you in love with the way it made him feel.
And although he would never admit it, you both loved it when you were the big spoon to your giant, tough-as-nails teddy bear of a partner.
Jack Rollins caught you reaching for Rumlow’s hand after a horribly boring mission debriefing and winked after seeing your horrified, embarrassed expression.
Even though you loved making Brock feel good, that was for his eyes only. When did you turn into a softie? And in public, at that?
“Thank god,” he said, breaking the silence while sauntering past the both of you.
“I thought I was gonna have to babysit you through this entire god damn relationship.”
Immediately flipping him the bird and doubling down by squeezing Brock’s hand tighter, you very eloquently told Rollins to kindly go fuck himself. Chuckling, Brock brought your hand to his lips and you shivered at his stubble tickling your knuckles.
Thank you, the kiss said. He knew you were trying.
You brought your hand away and quickly pecked his lips instead, savoring the happy smile you felt against yours as well as the feeling of his large hands on your waist.
just thinking,,, rumlow needs some important file and approaches Steve who has said file after some briefing. steve, who has a busy night ahead, doesn’t have the time to double back to his room, so he gives rumlow authorization to grab it in his absence
grumbling about the extra work, but curious to see the captains quarters, rumlow obliges and makes his way over, and the automated system, as promised, lets him in and the lights rise from dimness in reaction, but only slightly. someone is asleep in steves bed.
more than someone, the captains beautiful girlfriend that rumlow has been lusting after for ages. she’s passed out, and stretched out and half under crumpled sheets, pretty figure adorned in lacy lingerie—she must have been waiting up for Steve.
rumlow just can’t resist. it starts with a little groping,,, a little looking where he shouldn’t,,, edges into him inside you, fucking you gently as he can til he loses control and your eyes are flying open. before you can scream, his hand flies over your mouth, the other squeezing the flesh of your hip. he can’t stop groaning about finally getting a taste of what cap hides away, about how he needed this while you cry, hardest when he cums inside you. and something tells you he’s not close to finished with you
Love the new chapter as always!! But I was wondering if we could maybe get more insight into the readers and Brocks relationship earlier on, when they were happy maybe and how it began to change? Just to maybe understand their relationship dynamic, family and friends a little bit better. Love you!
Hi sure! I touched on this pretty briefly in part 2 but you’re right, their history has been pretty vague. I genuinely haven’t thought too much into the detail of when their relationship started/changed because the plot has been so focused on how the relationship is now and Bucky’s part in it. But here’s a little glimpse into what I imagine may have happened:
The important thing to know is the relationship between Brock/reader was never real.
We know from part 2 that you met Brock at one of the cafes by your office at Columbia. It was one you frequented regularly so it wasn’t unusual to find you there most mornings. You had thought it was a coincidence, to bump into this charming, handsome man who offered to replace the tea he’d spilled over the floor, but Brock had done his research. He staged it from the start.
He played the role of a doting, loving boyfriend for years, through the early stages of dating, through moving in together, and then, getting engaged. The man faked tears on his wedding day just to keep up the act. Part of him hated to play the part of a spineless, overly emotional boyfriend, but he got off on it. The lying. The power that came along with it. Knowing that you’d do anything for him as he strung you along like the strings of a marionette. It was a thrill.
All the while, you loved him. He was supportive of your job that kept you at the school for long hours, helped read over your students papers, played soccer with Peter on weekends, and treated you with the attention and kindness you craved. You didn’t know it was an act until after your father died.
It was the reason Brock targeted you. Your father had the kind of wealth that could easily be funneled and hidden from the NYPD and you had no real interest in it yourself. So, when your father died and his millions were inherited to you, amongst your grief, Brock convinced you to merge it to a joint account, one he eventually removed your access to.
He started to change after that. It wasn’t abrupt. Slow, unexpected changes in his behavior that alerted you that something was wrong.
He stayed out late at night and left early in the morning, claiming that he was swamped at work (but you’d called the number of his office to find that it was out of service). He was tense and cold. His hands were rough with you and he stopped smiling so much.
You thought maybe he was cheating on you.
Until you started to notice the small things.
Like how he wasn’t wearing his glasses anymore (ones you discovered didn’t seem to have a prescription lens for)
How gritted he teeth in frustration whenever Peter was going on about his latest science project at Sunday night dinners at Mays.
How his affectionate pet names like “baby” weren’t as sweet on his tone anymore, and how they sounded more like a threat, or an insult.
It spiraled quickly after that.
You’d come home early from work one day with a headcold to find Brock huddled around the table with men draped in automatic assault rifles, piles of money on the table, and bricks of cocaine towered beside him.
You wished you could say you were surprised, but somehow, by this point, you weren’t.
You’d tried to run, to make up some excuse to leave and call the cops and get the hell away from whatever he was caught up in, but he’d grabbed you before he could, slammed his hand over your mouth and held you tight.
With nothing left tying him down to the lie now that he had your money, he told you the everything. Threw it in your face like he’d won some elaborate game you never asked to be apart of.
He stopped hiding who he was. Stopped caring when you’d pull away as he reached for your arm. Stopped lurking in shadows and brought the full of Hydra to the surface. The guns, the drugs, the men in the baseline who left bloodied and beaten.
You realized there was no way out. Not with Brocks connections and the leverage he held over you.
So you stayed. You closed yourself off and hid away in your library because spending even another second with that liar, that man who pretended to be someone he wasn’t, who manipulated you into a life you never wanted, was simply unbearable.
You survived. You dealt with what you could. You were numb, but you were free and peter was safe. You learned how to be complacent and went with the motions.
And then you met James.
I hope that was what you were looking for! I almost wrote an actual drabble for this but I don’t want to write anything legit while the story is still unfolding. But maybe if I do drabbles/bonus one shots after the series is finished I’ll come back to this!
Your breathing is hard, and your muscles are beginning to ache. You had managed to hold your own, and then some, against almost every single one of the men. You even impressed against a group of 3, a few of the men are nodding in approval at your skills and endurance. But you can see Rumlow as he stands on the sidelines, silently watching you the whole time, seemingly unimpressed. He would only speak up to bark out the name, or names, of your next opponent(s), but he has been silent for a few moments now.
You take advantage of the opportunity to catch your breath, and watch him as he paces slowly around the perimeter of the sparring floor.
"I've only got one more for you." He nods towards the only man other than himself you have yet to go up against, Rollins. He's a very tall, large man.
Rollins removes his gloves and steps towards you slowly assessing your stance.
You gulp, and steady your feet, reading yourself.
He suddenly lunges towards you, but you slip down to the floor and kick up, catching him right in the stomach and launch him over you. He hits the floor and you flip to your feet, you turn in time to see him do the same. You move to kick him with your right foot, but he grabs it and chuckles softly. You take advantage of the leverage he has allowed you and flip your left leg up to kick him in the jaw. The shock of the kick forces him to release you, allowing you to land in a kneeling position.
You allow no time for him to recover and tackle him to the floor. You get a few punches in until he grabs you by the hips and throws you over him, causing you to not only hit the floor but slide a few feet away. You cough slightly before recovering to your feet, but he's already on you, he lands a punch on your ribs making you lose your breath as well as your footing. You muster any strength you can to push him away from you, even if only for a few seconds. When he returns you quickly spin to face away, reach back to grip his neck, and hoist your body up with your legs tucked to your chest. You then kick all your weight out and down, bringing him along with you through your tight grip and momentum, sending him in one flip over your shoulder down to the floor.
You straddle him before he can recover and attempt a punch, but he catches your hand, and flips over on top with your hands now pinned above your head. You attempt to kick him off, but he moves so that his knees now pin your legs. You struggle momentarily, but then he looks up towards the door, and nods as he gets up to step away from you.
Rumlow approaches and offers you a hand, which you hesitantly accept.
"I'm impressed." He says as he places his hands on his hips and takes a brief moment to catch his breath. "Welcome to the team." His wide grin is met with more applause as he claps his rather large hand on your shoulder. You manage not to flinch.
Several of the men approach you to give their approving clap on the back as well, soon you are surrounded by the previously skeptical men. Rollins looks rather irritated as he stands to the side. You glance over your shoulder to see Rumlow adjusting his ear piece, apparently talking to someone on the other end. He looks towards you, snaps his fingers twice, and points to the ground in front of him before returning to his conversation.
You excuse yourself from the group and half-jog to stand before Rumlow, where you wait patiently until he's done talking.
"Great. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Of course, sir. I'll see to it personally. Sir."
You look up to face him but he's already looking at you, his features turned up in that cocky half smirk of his. "Pierce was glad to hear you made it. Follow me and I'll show you around a bit, give you the tour myself so one of these knuckle heads don't fuck it up somehow. Can't have you getting lost around here can we?" He turns and motions for you to follow him.
Once you are in the elevator again, you can't help but reflect back on your sparring. The group of men, now your team-mates, were incredible fighters. You can only imagine what their leader must fight like, Rumlow must be incredibly badass. You're definitely glad you're on his team. Your mind starts to wander to Rollins, he definitely isn't happy you can hold your own against him. Although you didn't exactly win, you know he had a bad case of hurt pride. First day and already making enemies. You let out a soft chuckle to yourself.
Rumlow glances at you, as he turns back to face the doors you think you can see him bite back a small smile.
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Request: Can I ask for a rumlow x daughter one? He kept her away from his work in hydra and they don't even know she exists. But one day while she was supposed to be in school he has the winter soldier at his house between missions. Being the typical teenager she is she just walks in the room and sees them. She's more nervous of her dads reaction to her cutting school rather than the soldier sitting there. She gets flirty cause he's hot and rumlow nearly looses his shit while Bucky just smirks lol
You were Y/N Rumlow, the daughter of Brock Rumlow. However no one knew that you were his daughter. They didn’t even know you existed. Not HYDRA. Not SHIELD. No one. And he wanted it to stay that way. He kept his work away from you, and you away from his work. You were a daddy’s girl, since he was an only parent, and he wanted you to have the world. You came first, even ahead of his job in HYDRA. If they wanted him to go on a mission, he would plan around you for the trip, and if he couldn’t make it work, he wouldn’t go, period.
You didn’t know about HYDRA. He’s kept that side of him a secret so all you saw was a perfect father figure who wanted no more than to have you be happy. However because of his concern of them finding out about you, he had to make sure if something ever happened, you could look after yourself. He taught you martial arts and how to fight and shoot guns. You didn’t bat an eyelid at it, as he simply said that he taught you it in case of an intruder or something. You found it cool that you could do this and you would sometimes surprise your dad by throwing him over your shoulder or putting him in chokehold which always made him chuckle at your antics.
You were at school and some girls had seen your dad pick you up and drop you off from school. They knew he was your dad, but loudly announced he was hot and that they would be your step mom just to sleep with him. It disgusted you how they spoke about your dad like he was a piece of meat and talked about a position in your family as a mother- a mother you didn’t have. Your dad had raised you on what was right and wrong, and talking bad about someone’s family was one of those things he told you was wrong. This led to you quickly getting angry and telling them to apologise. This led them saying that you probably fuck him as well.
This then led to you breaking their noses, given them matching black eyes, busting lips and breaking bones. You then stormed out of school, not caring about the consequences. You decided to go home and explain to your dad what had happened before the school brainwashed him and turned him against you. They will probably deny they said those things, but your dad knew when you were lying.
You got home and opened the door and slammed it shut to make sure he heard you. “Dad it’s me.” You called into the house, walking to the kitchen, and quickly coming to a halt.
A man with long brown hair was sat at your dining table, a gun on the table and with a metal arm. He just stared at you with both confusion and interest. “Wow, hi.” You greeted, waving a little. You heard footsteps and your dad came in the room, and stared at you in horror. “Uh, hi dad?” You asked.
“Why are you here? Why aren’t you in school?” He asked you. You cringed.
“’Bout that. I walked out of school after fighting with some girls because they disrespected me and you.” You explained. You turned to the man at the table again. “So, I’m Y/N, what’s your name?” You asked with a certain smile that made your dad give you a warning look.
“Y/N…” He warned.
“What? He’s hot!” You complained. The man smirked at your comment and didn’t stop staring at you.
“Y/N… just… go to your room, listen to some music or something, just stay up there till I tell you to come down, alright?” Brock demanded. You sighed and walked to the stairs.
“Bucky.” You heard the man say. You realised it was his name and you put that smile back on.
“Well I hope to see you again soon, Bucky.” You said.
“Y/N. Room. Now.” Your dad said sternly before you ran upstairs giggling. Brock turned to the Winter Soldier, who was smirking mischievously. “Stop it. She’s my daughter, she doesn’t know about this. You keep her out of this, ya hear!?” Brock demanded at the soldier, before having to take deep breaths to not kill the bastard and to not make you come back down.
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Summary: Something went wrong in the last mission, something that completely changed his life, Brock doesn’t know how to overcome what happened and continue with his life.
Warnings: Some smut references, death of a character, nothing explicit.
A/N: Flashbacks are in italics.
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“The night we met” by Lord Huron.
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“If you could feel what I feel when you walk into the room, everything about ‘us’ would change”.
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I am not the only traveler
Who has not repaid his debt
Brock was sitting on the floor, he saw the bottle in front of him, and there were also the photos, some of which were taken at your wedding, many of your dates, others of special moments in your relationship.
He knew that at the time he should not get drunk, he had another obligation that needed him, but it was very difficult to continue with that pain.
It hurts so badly, he didn't know how he was going to get over it, he didn't feel able to continue, he was very angry because everything changed, the plans that you had now made no sense.
It supposed you will be old together, you were going to have several children and they would see they grow up, but Werner von Strucker came to ruin all the plans, even though they had captured him, it wasn't enough, he wanted revenge, he needed to make he pays for destroying his family, but his teammates wouldn't let him, they claimed he would pay, however, they didn't understand what you meant to him. , nothing would be enough to make up for what had taken away from him.
I've been searching for a trail to follow again
Take me back to the night we met
He could remember in great detail how you knew each other, both had entered as recruits for S.H.I.E.L.D.
You used to be away from the rest of the recruits, almost always alone, you seemed very shy, he used to always be chatting with one of his teammates.
That's precisely what caught Brock's eye on you, he didn't understand why someone as beautiful as you wouldn't want to draw attention.
He felt lucky when he touched them on the same team in the first practice.
“Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced yourself by extending your hand.
"Brock Rumlow," he replied by holding your hand.
You were a great team, you always gave the best results.
The first time he asked you for a date, he'd never felt so nervous before, for a moment he thought you were going to turn him down, he walked into the office you were working on to invite you in.
"Do you want to go to the fair?” He invited you.
"With you?” You asked distractedly.
“Yes... Well... forget it, never mind,” he retracted.
You blinked a little, you finally understood what Brock had asked you.
"I'd love to, as long as it's just you and me," you answered.
He smiled a little, the nerves were gone.
"Only you and me, Saturday at seven o'clock, I pick you, okay?”
"Perfect.”
And then I can tell myself
What the hell I'm supposed to do
He looked up a little more, in a chair, was the first stuffed animal he had given you, the face you had put in made it worthwhile, it had been a successful first date.
"Do you want some of those stuffed animals?" he asked when you walked past one of the stands.
"Do you know how to play it? I'm too bad for those games," you said.
You stopped in front of the post and paid.
"Which stuffed animal do you want?" he questioned.
"That dog," you pointed out.
Never before had he felt so pressured to win a prize, he played and won it, he immediately gave it to you, you looked like a little girl.
"Thank you, you're very skillful," you thanked him.
You kissed him, you barely grazed his lips, but that was enough for him.
And then I can tell myself
Not to ride along with you
Your kisses, he was going to miss them, your body, your caresses, everything from you.
He needed to know if you two were in a relationship to know how to behave, if it was just an adventure, would set aside your feelings.
"So what are we?” He asked.
"Aren't we in a relationship? I thought that...”
"We've never talked about it before..."Then I have to assume we're nothing or we can be in a relationship if that's what you want,” you figured.
He kissed you.
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
He felt it was all his fault what happened, he must have insisted that you stay at the Compound with Wanda that day, if he could return the time, he would prevent you from going on a mission.
You were lying in bed after making love, you had your face hidden in his chest, while he hugged you with one arm and with the other hand caressed your hair.
"Marry me," he said suddenly.
"Hmm?”
You raised your face, you weren't sure what you heard.
"I know it's not the most romantic way, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he continued.
You smiled, you passed a finger over his chest.
"Are you sure? I can be very unbearable," you answered.
“If you could feel what I feel when you walk into the room, everything about ‘us’ would change.”
You bit your lip, you knew he couldn't stand the intrigue.
"I don't think you're very convinced.”
"I am more than ever, do you want to be my wife?" he asked again.
"Yes, but only if you give me my engagement ring," you answered, laughing.
"I'll buy you the one you like the most," he promised.
He kissed you and you made love again.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Oh, take me back to the night we met
He stroked his wedding ring with one finger, what was he gonna do now?
He saw your wedding photo, it was one of the happiest days of his life when he started thinking that he should do things right.
He took the picture, for him, you had been the most beautiful bride in the world in that dress.
Sometimes you used to dance to the song that had been your waltz at your wedding.
You were married for four months when he decided to tell you the truth.
"I have something to confess to you," he said out of nowhere.
You looked at him with doubt, even though you kept muddying the jam on the bread you were having for breakfast.
"Are you cheat on me?" you questioned trying to stay calm.
"What? No! I couldn't do that to you.”
"Ah... then it can't be worse,” you answered calmer.
"I'm HYDRA," he finally said.
You dropped the bread out of your hand.
"What? Oh... Brock...”
What were you supposed to do? You never suspected he was the enemy.
"If you ask me I'm going to confess everything to Fury, I don't want to lose you, first listen to me, there's a good reason for this...
You had heard and supported it, in the end as promised he confessed everything to Fury and even helped dismantle the organization enemies, yet many enemies had been gained.
When the night was full of terrors
And your eyes were filled with tears
When you announced that you were pregnant, he immediately prevented her from going on more missions, he didn't plan on taking any chances, finally, he was having the family, he had always wanted.
One night you got up when you heard noises, they came from what would be the baby's room, when you walked in you saw Brock opening boxes with the furniture that would be in the room.
"Brock, isn't it very fast yet, I mean, I'm only three months old," you asked.
He turned to see you, he didn't think he was making so much noise.
"Everything must be ready by the time the baby gets here," he replied.
And when the little girl was born, he didn't care if they saw him crying, it was promised that he would protect his daughter from any danger.
Tears fell again when he remembers when the doctors told him that you were dead.
When you had not touched me yet
Oh, take me back to the night we met
“Brock…”
It hurts a lot, he crouched down to check your wounds.
“Y/N... wait... help is on the way," he said.
"I don't think...”
”Shh... everything will be fine, they're on their way," he repeated.
He was trying to stop the blood loss, but you'd already lost too much.
"I love you, tell our daughter that I love her too, please take care of her, take care of her, please, I’m sorry….”
He tried to keep you from talking to keep you from running out of energy.
The wait in the hospital had become eternal, as soon as he saw the doctor immediately rose.
"I'm sorry, they didn't make it," they informed him.
"Did they make it?" he asked.
The information was like a bucket of cold water.
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
You were three weeks pregnant, he couldn't help wondering why you hadn't told him yet, what he didn't know was that you were going to tell him the night that you came back from the mission.
He wiped away tears when he heard the door open.
"Daddy?" the little girl came into the room.
"Hey princess," he replied by opening his arms to get him closer.
The girl ran to hug him.
"Sorry, she got away," Wanda apologized coming in.
Brock beckoned her that he was fine.
"Mommy doesn't love me anymore?” The little girl suddenly asked.
"What? Why do you say that?” Brock questioned.
He had asked not to tell him anything that had happened, he wanted to explain it to him himself.
"She didn't come back," she replied.
"Your mommy loves you, do you remember Lucky?”
"Mom's dog? Yes, he liked me to give him my candies.”
"Mom and Lucky are together," Brock explained.
"In heaven?”
"Yes, from there they're going to take care of us," he continued.
"Why didn't she say goodbye? We're not going to the park on Saturday anymore?" the girls asked distraughtly.
Brock sighed, it was harder than he had thought, and he had been promised that all three would go on the weekend.
"In a little while we'll say goodbye to your mommy, don't worry, you and I are going to the park," he told her.
He got up and carried her, it was time to go to your funeral, it was going to be very difficult, he kept feeling that his world was collapsed, he would give everything to go back to the day he met you and avoid making all the mistakes, he would be able to do anything as long as you were alive.
However, he couldn't let himself be beaten, his daughter needed him.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Take me back to the night we met
Summary: This is your first snow, so you wanna enjoy it.
Warnings: None.
A/N: This is my entry to the @bluehenley‘s Blue’s 21st birthday writing challenge with the “something I love” prompt #5:
“Playing with the snow”.
This story is based on my experience, my first snow was when I lived in Japan in 2017-2018.
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.
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“A snowfall is expected from four o'clock in the afternoon, it is speculated that it will be the strongest of the last ten years,” the news anchor announced.
As soon as you heard those words, you turned to the TV and smiled
"I hope Stark has a robot to clean the track or the place," Brock said annoyed.
"Is it going to snow!?" you asked with excitement.
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.
