Rumlow gently gets you up from the floor, and you strattle him. This is one of your favorite positions. You can really feel him when you sit like this, all of him, from the look in his eyes, that dark hungry, horny look, to his erection growing between your legs. Your work clothes still on you. Your skirt pulled up around your waist. But your blouse still on.

Rumlow leans back in the couch, and looks at you. You look back. Although he’s still rough and dominant. You can feel the romance and the compassion in him. You trust him with your life, literally. And you know that he will always keep you safe, no matter what.

– What are you thinking about?

He smiles at you.

– Ehh.. You, actually….

– Is that so?

– Mhm..

Rumlow lets his hands glide up your back, outside your blouse this time. Over your shoulders, and then he starts to unbutton your blouse. Painfully slow. Taking his time with each and every button. God, why is he doing this? He hasn’t even penetrated you yet, and you are about to burst. You press your lower body into him. He stops for a second, looks at you.

– Ah ah.. Not yet!

– Brock… Wh.. What are you doing?

He laughs a little again. A soft laugh, safe.

– I’m going to give you the most intense night of your life!

– Oh God!

Again he focuses his attention on your blouse and the buttons. Is he going even slower now? You can feel his fingertips trailing down outside your blouse every time he moves on to the next button. Can it get more intense than this? You close your eyes.

Finally he unbuttons the last one. And then he proceeds to carefully remove your blouse, caressing your shoulders and your arms as he gets it off you. Then he stops again. You open your eyes. You reach behind your back, to remove your bra. But he stops you. Then he just as painfully slow reaches behind your back, before he removes it, the same way he did your blouse. Then he just looks at you. First your chest and your breasts. Then he moves his eyes up to your face. You swallow.

– Do you have any idea how beautifully perfect you are, YN?

– Eh..

He gets closer to your face.

– That beautiful hair. Gorgeous eyes. Little nose…

He lets his fingers glide over each item he’s talking about. He wasn’t lying when he said that this was going to be intense.

– Those soft lips….

He kisses you, soft, yet intense. You can’t help but let out a soft moan.

He continues to kiss you, down your neck. Breathing into your skin. He continues further down kissing your collar bone, before he buries his face between your breasts, carefully caressing each one. You lean back, but of course there is nothing behind you to lean on, so you start to fall backwards. Luckily Rumlow is fast, he grabs you, and presses you against him.

– Be careful sweetheart! You might hurt yourself..

His breath on your neck. His arms around you. This is amazing. Totally amazing. This rescue sex thing is something else.

– Here, lie down..

Rumlow places you down on the couch. Then he removes your skirt, and then his shirt. Finally, you can feel all of him against your body. And you can’t wait. You reach for him, but he just grabs you wrists, and places your arms over your head, as he lies down on top of you. His lips touches yours for a fraction of a second, before he moves down to your neck.

– How do you want it?

– Wh.. What?

Rumlow doesn’t move away from your neck.

– How do you want it? Me on top? You on top? Sitting? Standing? In the shower?

He finally lifts his head and looks at you.

– On all fours….

You can’t talk. This whole thing is so intense, the only thing you manage to do is breathe.

Rumlow keeps looking at you. Before he gives you a little smirk, and kisses you.

– Everything it is then…

You don’t have time to think, before he enters you. Still holding your arms over your head. You gasp.

– Yes, my beautiful girl. Tell me you like it!

– Oh God! Yes! Brock, please!

He buries himself deep inside you, the angle he’s thrusting, his breath, his grunts of pleasure, as he enters you with every inch he has. When the orgasm hits you feel like you’re about to pass out.

– Fuuuuuuck! Aaaaaahh!

– Yes! Fucking beautiful!

Even before you come down, Rumlow again sits up on the couch, and places you on his lap. Wasting no time reconnecting your bodies. Your legs still shaking from the first orgasm. He seizes your bottom, and plunges into you, harder than before.

– Look into my eyes, Gorgeous!

You feel like your eyes are rolling up in the back of your head, as the second orgasm hits you with full force. But you are aware that you’re still looking into Rumlows eyes.

He waits a little longer this time. Before he untangles himself from you, and gets up from the couch. Offers a hand to you, you take it, and stand up. Your legs still shake a bit, but you manage to walk the three or four steps you have to, to get to where he wants you. At the end of the couch, on the floor. He gently turns you around, so your back is against him. Pulling you close. Again you can feel his erection against your bottom. How does he manage to continue this over and over? He gently guides you, until you lie on your stomach over the armrest on the couch. Then he enters you again. The angle he’s hitting that spot inside you. FUCK! On top of the feeling of having him inside you like this, he pins your arms behind your back.

– Fuck me, Brock! God!

– You’re so wet! So tight! I can’t hold it… I’m gonna come!

You don’t get to answer, before your third orgasm hits you, like a semi truck. And you can feel on the way he’s moving that he came as well.

You both use a little time before you come back down. And he turns you around to face him again.

– That was amazing! Come here!

He wraps you in a tight hug, before he takes your hand, and you walk with him into the bathroom.

You expect him to turn the shower on, but instead he begins to fill the bathtub. He is so gentle. Even though you know him by now, it is strange to know that this is the same guy who asked you to moan his name for the cameras, just a little while ago.

He gets in, and then helps you in. Then he sits down and gently places you between his legs. Back against him. You lean your head on his shoulder. His hands and fingers carefully trails over your entire body.

– I love you, YN!

You look up at him, he leans down and kisses you. A long, warm, soft and intense kiss. When you break the kiss, you just look at each other. Smiling.

– I love you too, Brock!

At least you think you love him. Was that a stupid thing to say?

Rumlow looks deeply into your eyes. The waves of pleasure keeps hitting your body. You can’t even talk. The only sounds that is leaving your lips are your desperate moans and your ragged breaths.

Rumlow places some soft kisses on your neck, before he moves further up, and whisper in your ear.

– You know that I record sounds as well… Moan for me!

– God, Brock! I want you!

Rumlow looks at you again. Then he pushes you down on the couch, spreads your legs apart. And you take a breath waiting for him to take off his clothes and enter you. You have NEVER wanted him this much. Not even the first night. The exhilarating feeling of being caught on tape, makes you want him like never before.

But nothing is happening. He just sits on the couch looking at your wet, pink flesh. You look at him.

– Please, Brock!

He lets out a little laugh, before he lets his hands glide up your thighs. You gasp.

– You want me to fuck you, don’t you?

– Yes, Brock! Please!

He gets on top of you in the couch, you can feel his erection, but he doesn’t do anything. He just lingers over your face, teasing you. You buck your hips up against him. And he sends you a playful smile.

– Ah ah ah… Tell me who is in charge. Tell me who it is that decides….

– Y… You?

– Good girl.. Get up!

He sits up on the couch again. And you slowly get to your feet. He still has his tactical gear on. You didn’t notice before. The adrenaline from earlier, and the exhilaration from the cameras and everything. You didn’t notice. Is he doing this on purpose? You look down on his thighs, and the holsters. The gun he used to kill David. You swallow. Rumlow looks at you, concerned.

– You want me to put it away?

You shake your head. In a strange way, the gun, THAT gun, makes you feel safe. Rumlow keeps looking at you. It’s like he can read your mind. Of course, he is an Agent, he can probably read your face and emotions a mile away. He takes out his gun, and proceeds with his normal routine. Removing the bullets, and secure the gun. You look at his movements. You still find it strange that you find this so hot.

– Safety first, right?

You feel your voice shaking, and you don’t know why. You’ve done this before.

Rumlow doesn’t answer. He just points the gun to the floor in front of him.

– Sit down!

You do as you’re told. Down on your knees, on the floor, between his legs. Your hands resting on his knees. Rumlow gently takes your hands, and guides them up to his gear belt. You swallow again. The way he does these things. The way he takes control, the softness of his touch. God how he turns you on.

You let your hands glide over his erection, before you gently start to remove his belt. He looks at you the whole time. You’ve been in this situation with him before, but this time… this time it feels a thousand times better.

You work slower than usual. All you want to do is rip his clothes of, and just take what he has to give. But you work slow. If he teases you, you want to tease him back. You know it, and he knows it. And by the looks of it, he lets you. You know that he can take over at any second. But he doesn’t. He waits for your next move.

Rumlow grunts when you let your hands glide over him, once again, before you slowly remove his pants. Not his boxers. You leave them on a bit longer. He looks at you again. And you smile at him. A teasing smile. And you can see in his eyes that your teasing turns him on.

You let your tongue glide over him, from his balls all the way up, over his boxers. He bucks his hips up against you. You rest your hands on his hips, and gently push him back down on the couch.

– Who is in charge now, Brock?

– Again, YN… You’re only in charge because I let you!

– I’m still in charge though…

You tease his balls with your fingertips while you’re talking.

– Aaaaa.. Fuck, YN!

– You like that?

You look up at him. His usually hazel brown eyes, dark with hunger. You continue to tease him with only the tips of your fingers. His lips twitching. You’re unsure how much further you can take this. Without him taking back control. But in a way, you want to find out. You let your tongue glide over him once again.

– Do you really want to play this game, YN?

He says between ragged breaths. You just smile up at him, and then you once again let your tongue glide over his balls. Rumlow lets his hands glide into your hair.

– You won’t win, YN!

He says and takes a firmer grip of your hair. You lift your head up, and look at him. His grip of your hair isn’t hurting, in fact it makes you wet as fuck. So you give him a teasing look.

– Who said anything about winning?

Rumlow shifts on the couch. Then he removes one of his hands from your hair, and takes a firmer grip with the other one.

– So you want to play games? Fine. I’ll play…

He removes his boxers with his free hand. Then he pushes your face down on him.

– Do you want this?

You stick out your tongue and touch one of his balls with it. That’s about all you manage to do, with the angle he’s holding your face in.

– Answer me!

– Yes!

He lifts up your head, and look into your eyes. Still holding your hair in a firm grip. Still it doesn’t hurt. It’s like he knows exactly how hard to hold for it to feel exhilarating and not hurt.

– Then take it! Suck it! Taste it!

Without another word, you part your lips and close them around him. He plunges upwards, all the way down your throat. You’re prepared for it, so you manage. But then he holds your head in place for a bit longer than usual. When he finally lets go, you gasp for air.

He looks at you again. Searching your face. He doesn’t say anything, but you can see that he want’s to know if you’re fine. If he went too far. You don’t answer, you just open your mouth again, and take him down. This time, he sits still. Lets you take control. He leans back on the couch. Moaning.

– Fuck, YN…. Keep going!

You press your lips together around him, and move down, as far as you can manage. And at the same time, you gently squeeze his balls in your hand.

– Shit, YN! YES! Aaaaaa

You look up at him. He doesn’t notice. He’s too caught up in his own pleasure to notice you at this point. You let your tongue glide up his whole length, swirl around his tip, before you slide your tongue down again. His other hand also takes a hold of your hair. As he moans your name loud.

You realise that he is close to climax, so you close your lips around him again. Taking his whole length down. His whole body tenses up. He’s coming hard. His hands gripping your hair, dragging your head a little up from him, before he releases.

You sit back up again, look at him as you swallow his load. Your eyes locked on each other.

– YN! You are amazing! I love you!

You look into his eyes. But it’s still all blurry. You feel dizzy from all the adrenaline. You try to feel if you’re breathing or not. But you can’t tell. Then it all goes black.

———————————–

You wake up in the bed in Rumlows apartment, with his arms around you. You look around a bit, before you feel him pulling you close to him.

– Welcome back, YN! Are you OK?

You look at him. Into his beautiful hazel brown eyes. And he looks back, into yours. Searching your face.

– YN! Is there anything I can do for you?

You don’t say anything. You just nuzzle your face into his neck, taking in that nice, safe smell that is him. You don’t know why, but suddenly tears are flowing from your eyes, and your whole body is shaking. Rumlow pulls you even closer to him. Holds you tight.

– It’s fine. He’s gone. He’s never gonna hurt you again. EVER! I’m here. Everything is going to be fine.

You try to calm down, but it’s impossible. After everything you’ve been through, you don’t even know where to begin. You lift your face and look at Rumlow again.

– Wh… What happened to the guard I was with? Did he make it?

Rumlow plants a kiss on your forehead.

– I’m sorry YN. He didn’t.

He lets his forehead rest on yours. Forehead to forehead, you slowly start to calm down.

– But you did. And that’s all that matters to me. What happened YN?

– Thomas? What happened to Thomas?

– He’s been taken care of. None of them will hurt you again. I promise, YN!

– What happened to Thomas, Brock?!

The fear you felt before is about to turn into anger. And you want answers. Pierce put you in jail. It was the most scared you’ve ever been before, and you want to know why. You need to know why!

– He’s back in jail, YN. Where he belongs.

– Back?

Did they put him in jail right away? Why didn’t he tell you?

– What happened, YN?

You take a deep breath before you tell everything. How nice Marcus was. And how you knew that he knew something. But that he didn’t tell you. How your computer froze, and about what Pierce said to you. How scared and alone you felt. What happened, and how you helped the guard.

When you’re done talking, Rumlow kisses you.

– I’m sorry, YN. I’m so sorry. I never ment for it to go this far. I thought we had full control. I thought we knew their next move.

You look at him. Surprised.

– For what to go this far?

He’s not saying anything. He just looks at you. You feel the anger bubbling up in you again.

– For what to go this far, Brock??!

– YN!

He tries to give you a hug. But you pull away from him. Sit up on the bed. You look at him.

– Brock?!

– Please don’t be mad at me, YN. I couldn’t tell you. I wasn’t allowed to. Orders!

You get up from the bed. And turn towards him again.

– Well, can you tell me now?

– Officially, no. But I love you, YN. So I’m going to disobey orders, for the first time in my career. Will you please sit down?

You look at him for a split second, before you sit down beside him on the bed.

– We knew that Thomas was stealing classified information. That’s Part of the reason I didn’t like that you spent time with him.

– Why didn’t you tell me?

– I wasn’t allowed to, YN. Security reasons. I didn’t know that David was involved, or that they stole your keycard. If I’d known that, I would never have left you.

– Did you know that Pierce put me in prison?

Rumlow takes your hand.

– Yes. An agent called me. And that’s when I understood that David was involved, and that they stole your keycard to pin it on you. We went straight to SHIELD after that.

– Have you talked to Pierce about this? I escaped! He’ll probably fire me.

– I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen YN. I can prove that you never left the apartment.

You shift in the bed. He can prove that you never left the apartment? How? You thought you already had proofe of that, because of Marcus, guarding the door. Pierce didn’t believe that.

– How? Marcus couldn’t help, because Pierce said that there was other ways to leave the apartment.

Rumlow gets up from the bed. Still holding your hand.

– Follow me! I have to show you something.

You get up, and follow him around the apartment. He shows you small cameras in almost every room. Except the toilet and the bathroom. When you finally sit down on the couch with him, you don’t know what to say.

– Y…. You had me under surveillance?

– I’ve had these cameras here for years. In case something happened to me. Sometimes my job is dangerous. I just forgot to tell you about it, when you moved in.

– You forgot to tell me about the cameras in the living room, and the bedroom. Did you videotape us… when we…??

He sends you a playful smile.

– You want to watch them?

– This isn’t funny, Brock! What if I… When you were gone?

He lets his hand glide slowly up your thigh, and lets it rest between your legs. His eyes looking deeply into yours.

– What if you wanted to pleasure yourself, when I was gone?

He slowly reaches inside your underwear. You kinda want to stop him, because you’re angry with him. But it feels so good.

– Aha…

You nod slowly. And then you lean your head back.

– Then I would have loved to watch you, YN. In fact, why don’t you give me a live show… Right now..?

Rumlow removes his hand, takes a soft grip around yours and guides it down to where he wants it. When your fingers glides over you, you understand why you didn’t stop him. He could easily glide into you right now. But that’s not his style. He want’s you to feel as good as he does.

The thought of him inside you, makes you moan loud. Rumlow leans in, closer to you, and whisper in your ear.

– Think about the cameras, YN. We can watch this over and over. How you’re pleasuring yourself for me. How you moan my name. How I’m gonna make you come…

Fuck, how you want him. The thought about you watching this together is more than you can take. You start to work yourself harder. He breathes a couple of times into your ear, before he takes over. His fingers inside you, instantly finding that spot, massaging it in a way that makes your whole body tense up. Your moans more ragged with each movement he makes.

His lips meets yours. His tongue dancing with yours, mixed with your desperate moans, as he brings you closer and closer to climax.

– Yes! Moan my name.

– Ahha.. God .. Brock!

– Yes! Come on. Do it!

The orgasm is unlike anything you’ve ever felt before. You’ve only ever heard of rescue sex and make up sex. In fact Rumlow is the only man who’s saved you. Not only once, but twice. And this is indescribable. You almost feel like you never going to come back down…

It’s quiet inside the server room. The guard gestures with his arm, what he wants you to do. You both sneak behind a line of servers, slowly making your way to the main server. Your heart is pounding so hard you feel that you can hear it. You’re trying to slow your breathing down. Clenching the gun in your hand. What did Rumlow tell you to do? Aim and shoot, squeeze the trigger, don’t pull. And never hesitate. If you hesitate, you’re dead. OK, fucus, YN! You can do this.

The guard gestures again. He want’s you to split up, and ambush them from both sides. You feel honoured that he has this much faith in you, but at the same time you’re not sure if you can offer him real help. After all, you never fired a gun before. But, you do as he tells you. He told you to do exactly what he said. And he probably knows this stuff better than you do. You look at his back, until he disappeares behind a row of servers. You slowly make your way towards the main server, at the end of the room.

You try to hold your gun like you’ve seen in movies. Try to steady your hands. Try to listen for sounds. Was that voices? Whispering? Yes! Definitely voices. But because of the whispering you can’t figure out who they belong to. All you can hear, is that it’s more than one. And you’re alone. Fuck! You hear some movement, and then the defening sound of a gunshot. The sound is so much higher than you could have ever imagined. You stop in your tracks. Back against the wall. Searching for movement around you.

– Is he dead?

The voices again. Louder this time. But you still can’t figure out who they belong to.

– I think so. This is the guard from downstairs. I dislocated his shoulder. There have to be more of them. He couldn’t have fixed this on his own.

– Stay here, I’ll take a look around!

One of them is Thomas for sure. There is something very familiar with the other voice. Think, YN, think! Someone will come and search for you. It’s too risky to run. Stay here, YN. Shoot first, ask questions later. You hold your gun ready, look up and down the rows of servers.

– Come out, come out, wherever you are!

The voice is getting closer. Should you try to make a run for the door? The fear in you takes over. You turn around to run. But then you hear the voice behind you.

– YN? What are you doing up here? I thought you were in a cell in the basement. I told Thomas I didn’t want to kill you. Guess he didn’t agree.

David? What the hell is David doing here? And how does he know Thomas? You slowly turn around. Hold your gun ready. Aiming at him. Could you really kill him? Can you really pull the trigger, when the gun is pointed at him? You keep the gun aimed at him. He comes over to you. Not taking his eyes away from you. What was it Dixon said? Keep eye contact and keep the conversation going. Look for an opening. Is that what he’s doing?

You feel extremely threatened by him now. You felt threatened by him before of course. Your relationship wasn’t exactly one of the good kind. But this is different. Now he’s actually stealing. And he tried to blame you. Maybe you should keep the conversation going as well?

– How did you know I was in jail?

David looks at you. His eyes, just like you remembered them. Dark, angry, almost black.

– That was my plan, all along. Ever since that night at the bar. When your new boyfriend came to your rescue. Guess my plan backfired on me. Too bad!

You swallow. This calmness he’s showing. It only means one thing. He’s about to explode.

– How did you get my keycard? It wasn’t in the apartment, when you broke into it.

David smiles at you, laughs almost. And not in a good way. You keep the gun aimed at him. And to your surprise your hands are not shaking.

– So you figured that, huh? No, it wasn’t in your apartment. So I had to get to it another way. Care to guess how?

You’re starting to get angry with him now. Angry in a new way. You’ve never dared to be angry with him before. Maybe it’s the gun, or maybe Rumlow changed you in some ways.

– Where did you get it then…. David?

You say his name in a condecending way. Screw him. You’re the one with the gun. And he knows that.

– I stole it from your purse! When you were in the back of the SUV, fucking your way to the top. I always knew you were a whore. But, seriously, YN. Fucking your boss. And like that, looked like you liked it though!

David shakes his head, and looks at you. You hate that look. That «yes I won» look. Your anger gets the best of you, and you squeeze the trigger. But nothing happens. The gun just clicks. You squeeze the trigger again and again, but still. The gun just clicks. Fuck!

David snatches the gun from you, before you even have time to think. Then he points it at you. You swallow. This is really it. Now he’s going to kill you for real. David touches something on the side of the gun, you hear a little click.

– Works better with the safety off, stupid BITCH!

He keeps the gun aimed at you. You want to close your eyes, and just get it over with. But you don’t dare. Please let it be quick.

– Well, YN! Looks like the tables have turned. You know how many times I’ve thought about doing this?

– Fuck you, David!

You have no idea how you dare to say it. But with the adrenaline, and everything. It’s like you’re a different person.

– Fuck ME?

He steps closer to you. You take a step back, but he follows. You swallow again. Why did you forget the safety? Rumlow showed you that. When you think back, you can feel his hands guiding yours over the gun. His breath on your neck. And now, you’ll never see him again.

– Too bad your gun malfunctioned. And to forget the safety, YN… Ah ah.. Rookie mistake. Now, say goodnight!

Then you hear the shot. You jump. But strangely it doesn’t hurt at all. You can’t feel a thing. Just the adrenaline pumping away in your vains. Maybe you’re already dead. But, shouldn’t it at least hurt a little bit, when you get shot? You look down on your blouse. Still all white. Not a single drop of red blood. Did he miss?

– This one’s not!!

You look up. David isn’t there anymore. Where did he go? And who is talking? All the adrenaline in you makes everything blurry, even the sounds. You look down on the floor. David is lying there. A gunshot by his temple. Is he dead? Who fired the gun? Are you dreaming?

You look up again. And a whole bunch of agents shows up. You spot Rollins right away. He stands tall, almost a head above all the others.

– Check him!

Two agents kneel next to David, check his vitals. Looks up at the agent who’s giving the orders. David is without a doubt, dead. You look around at the agents, then you see him. Rumlow! You’ve never been so happy to see anyone your entire life. He comes over to you, takes your face in his hands, and plants a kiss on your lips.

– Are you OK, YN?

You continue to sit still in your cell, hoping that Thomas didn’t see you. There is nowhere to hide in the cell, so if he shows up in there, you’re toast. You try not to make a sound. You barley dare to breathe. The defening sound of the alarm, still sounds all over. What if Thomas saw you? What if he comes in here? What if he stole a gun from the guard? All kind of worst case scenarios thundering inside your head. Oh, how you wish Rumlow was here. He would know exactly what to do in this situation.

You are so wrapped up in your own thoughts, that you don’t realise at first, that the alarm stops. You try to listen for sounds. Any sound. Footsteps? Screams for help? Gunshots? But nothing. No, wait. A sound is coming from the hallway. Sounds like someone is in pain. Should you try to help?

You slowly make your way over to the door. Take a look outside down the hallway. It’s the guard. He’s not lying down anymore. Instead he sits, with his back against the wall. Clenching his shoulder. Thank God, Thomas didn’t kill him. It looks like he roughed him up a bit though. You take another look up and down the hallway, before you quickly make your way over to him.

You kneel down next to him. You’re careful not to touch his shoulder. It looks painful. The guard looks up at you.

– You’re YN, right? Rumlow’s girl? Just so you know I didn’t agree with Pierce in your case…

– No time for that now? What is happening? What do you need?

The guard tries to move, but his shoulder keeps him down on the floor.

– My shoulder is dislocated. You have to help me get it back. I’ll tell you what to do! Can you do it?

You look at his face, then you look down on his shoulder.

– I.. I’m not a medic!

– You don’t have to be. Just put your hand there…

The guard places your hand carefully on his shoulder.

– Then grab my wrist with the other hand. Like this…

He puts your other hand on his wrist.

– Hold thight. And on the count of three you pull my arm down, and push my shoulder back. Got it?!

You nod. You’re not sure if you really can do this. But if you want to get out of here, this is your only chance. You can’t risk running into Thomas on your own, on your way out of the building.

– OK! One…. Two… Three

You do exactly as he told you to. Drag and push. You can see that it’s painful. But he’s an agent, he’s probably been through worse than this. It takes a while for him to get his composure back. But when he does. He gets to his feet.

– We need guns. Do you know how to use a gun?

Do you? You only know what Rumlow told you. You’ve never actually used one. You never actually pulled the trigger. You just aimed the gun at the wall. When you think back on that night, you can feel Rumlows breath on your neck. And you can feel his hands on you. Sensually and carefully teaching you how to use the gun.

– I… I don’t know. Rumlow told me how to. But I never actually used one.

– Rumlow’s a good teacher. You’ll manage. Follow me!

You follow him. He walks fast, you almost have to run after him. At the end of the hallway, he pushes on the wall, and a door opens. A secret door. You can’t even see it. This SHIELD building have it all. Inside the room, there is a lot of cabinets, all locked. The guard reaches for his keys. But then he stops.

– Fuck, he stole my Keys. YN! Grab that fire axe!

He points to an axe hanging on the wall. You grab it, and hold it out to him. He shakes his head.

– My shoulder, YN! You have to do it. I can probably hold a gun, and fire it. But I should’t move my arm. Use the axe to get these cabinets open.

What? Is he asking you to break into SHIELDS gun supply? What if you can’t trust this guy? You look at the axe in your hand. The guard sees that you don’t know what to do.

– Look, I know you’re feeling like you can’t trust me. I could tell you that you can, but that’s what a bad guy would do. So…

You don’t let him finish. You start to hit the axe against the lock, again and again. All your frustration and anger goes into this. And it doesn’t take long before the cabinet is open. The guard takes out a gun, and gives it to you. Thank God, it’s the same one Rumlow left for you back home. You can do this. At least you think you can..

When you both have guns, you follow him again. Slower this time. Carefully around every corner. You feel like you’re in the middle of an action movie. Or maybe an action comedy, by the way you’re looking. Following this guy around in an unfamiliar building, not having a single clue what you’re actually doing.

– We’ll have to take the stairs. Elevator is too risky. I hope you’re in shape!

You’re probably not in shape, working at a computer all day. But the adrenaline makes the walk up the stairs easier. After a while, he stops, gives you a sign, so you stop as well.

– This is the server floor. My guess is that they’re here. Get your gun ready. Aim, and shoot. Shoot first, ask questions later. DON’T hesitate. If you hesitate, you’re dead.

He reaches for the door handle, when he grabs it, he turns towards you again.

– Oh, and…. Don’t shoot me!

You don’t know if it’s a joke or not. But you find this whole situation kinda funny. So you smile at him.

– OK. I’ll try!

– Well.. I guess that’s good enough..

He moves like Rumlow did, when your apartment was broken into. Almost like a cat. Quiet, fast. You try to mimic his movements, but you feel that you look like a prey, rather than a predator.

You follow him into another long hallway. You remember what Rumlow told you, about employees stealing information, and what Pierce told you about information that put the agents at risk. Then you remember Thomas in the hall downstairs. Is he the one who’s stealing information? What kind of information? And why? And why are you involved?

The guard continues to move down the hallway, you just follow along. It feels exiting and terrifying all at the same time. How did you end up here? You’re just a normal girl. And now, you’re standing here with a ninjaguard in the safest building on earth. With a gun in your hand. This is surreal.

The guard turns to you again, whispers to you.

– We have to get to the main server, and shut it down. If we do that, they won’t be able to download what they need. I need for you to do exactly as I tell you. If you don’t, you’ll put us both at risk!

You don’t know what to answer, so you just nod.

– The main server is in the very back of the server room. They’ll probably be in there. Follow my lead, and have your gun ready. If you have a clean shot. Take it! Stay behind me!

You round another corner, and he points to a door. He doesn’t have to say anything, you know that that’s the room. And you get ready, as ready as you can get, considering, you don’t have any clue what you’re doing.

You feel the fear and anger building up inside you. You can’t even think straight. You can feel the tears starting to form behind your eyes. Alexander keeps looking at you. You don’t know what to say, so you just repeat yourself.

– You think I snuck out?

Alexander doesn’t say anything. He just looks at you. Waiting for an answer. You probably sound guilty, since you can’t find an answer.

– Why would I sneak out? What do you think I did?

Your voice is breaking. The fear makes your whole body ice cold. You’re shaking. Why can’t they just call Rumlow. He’ll vouch for you. He’ll tell them everything. Alexander clears his throat.

– YOUR keycard was used to enter this building last night. And since you still have your keycard, I can only assume that it was you who entered the building last night.

You shift in the chair. One of the agents puts his hand on your shoulder. Do they really think you’re going to make a run for it?

– Some information went missing last night. Information about our agents. Information that puts them in danger. If you tell me where that information is now, all I’m going to do is fire you. If you don’t…. Well, let’s just say that SHIELD has ways to deal with that!

Your Keycard was used. Your keycard? The one that went missing? Did someone steal it? You haven’t thought about that after Rumlow issued you a new one.

– I…. My keycard went missing. My apartment was broken into. Someone stole it. Rumlow issued me a new one. Rollins gave it to me. Please, can you just call them! I didn’t do this. I don’t know what information you’re talking about.

Alexander takes a breath, turns away from you. Stands there in silence for a while, just looking out the window.

– Take her downstairs, and keep her in custody, until we get this cleared out!

The agents once again, take a hold of your arms. You don’t fight back. You just get up. Tears are now falling from your eyes. They don’t believe you. Why would they. Your keycard was used to enter the building. And you still have your keycard, or well. The new one. Surveillance! Don’t they have like cameras in this building?

– Wait!

You almost yell it. The agents stops, and Alexander turns around.

– Can’t you look at the surveillance cameras or something? Then you’ll see that it wasn’t me!

Alexander comes over to you. Stands in front of you. He’s not very tall. Not very muscular ether. But his whole appearance is threatening non the less. It’s the confidence he’s showing. Like he rules the whole world, and can do whatever he wants, with no consequences.

– The cameras was turned off. There is nothing to see. And YOU as an employee, would know how to turn those off.

– I…. What??!!? I don’t know that!

– Maybe Rumlow thought you a thing or two. God knows what kind of pillow talk you made him share with you.

– He didn’t share….

– Listen Miss YLN. Until you are willing to cooperate and tell me what I want to know. I don’t need to talk to you. Take her downstairs. Make sure she can’t escape or talk to anyone.

The agents escorts you back to the elevator. Downstairs? Well everything is downstairs from here at the top of the building. But you have a feeling that Alexanders interpretation of downstairs, is really downstairs. One of the agents pushes on the wall in the elevator. And a button lights up, a button you didn’t see before he pressed it. No number on it. Nothing. A secret place in the building. Like they’re taking you away, to a place that doesn’t exist. To a place where you don’t exist. What is going to happen to you now?

After something that feels like an eternity, the elevator finally stops, and the doors open. Yep, you’re in a basement. And you can feel by the cold air hitting you, that you are well beneath grown level. No windows, no nothing. Just a few lights hanging from the ceiling. You try to look around, try to understand where you are. Is this some kind of jail? Are they putting you in jail?

You get your answer even before you finish the thought. Steal doors, concrete walls, a long hall, cells on each side. Still the agents don’t saying anything. They just stop outside a cell door, the door opens, and they escort you inside. Then they leave, and the cell door closes behind them. You can’t hold your tears back anymore. You let them pour down your face.

Why is this happening to you? Where is Brock? Does he know about this? Who used your keycard to get into the building? What did they steal? And why did they steal your keycard? The questions screaming inside your head. It’s all a big mess. And you can’t do anything. You have nothing to tell Alexander. And as long as you don’t you’ll be stuck here. He said that. All you can hope for, is that Brock will come and save you, sooner rather than later.

You don’t know for how long you cried and tried to make sense of it all. But you start to feel tired, so you lie down on the little bed you have in your cell. It takes some time before you fall asleep, even though you’re tired, the bed isn’t exactly soft, and you’re still scared.

You’re awaken by a loud sound. Sounds like an alarm is going off. At first you don’t realise, you’re not sure if the alarm is in your dream or for real. You slowly open your eyes. Sit up in the bed. What is happening? If you weren’t scared before you certainly are now. Is this a fire alarm? That would just be fucking perfect. Burned alive, trapped inside a cell.

Even before you’re done thinking about your burned body, the door to your cell opens. You sit still for a while, just waiting for someone to come inside. But no one is coming. You slowly get to your feet, and walk over to the door. Look outside. All the other cells are also open. There is shouting and yelling. Someone is fighting. Screams of pain. You don’t want anything to do with what’s happening, so you decide to stay in your cell. Just one more quick look outside to see what is going on.

You slowly look out, up and down the hallway. All the way at the end there is a guy standing over a guard. Taking something from him. Your body goes ice cold again. You can’t take your eyes away from the guy standing over the guard. Are your eyes playing tricks on you? It can’t be, can it? It’s Thomas! Thomas is in the building. He is stealing something from a guard. Did they put him in jail? Does he have something to do with your missing keycard? You quickly go back into your cell, before he can see you.