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.

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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.

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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?

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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.

Dixon drives in silence for a while. You look at him from time to time. But you don’t say anything. He’ll probably get in trouble if he tells you. If this mission is on a need to know basis, you probably shouldn’t pry too much.

When you reach the SHIELD building, and Dixon drives the car into the garage. He looks at you.

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– Listen, YN. I know that you want me to tell you. The thing is, I can’t. This mission is on..

You sigh. And clear your throat.

– A need to know basis. And I don’t need to know!

Dixon parks the car, and gives you a little smile.

– Just do your work, YN. Rumlow’ll be back before you know it!

You grab your purse and reach for the door handle.

– I hope you’re right!

You both exit the car, and walk towards the elevator together. No need to split up. Everybody knows about your relationship with Rumlow anyway. And this Dixon guy is kinda like a bodyguard.

When you walk into the office floor, you feel everybody looking at you. You feel a little uncomfortable about it, but you can’t blame them either. You would probably have reacted the exact same way. You try not to look at them, and to just do your work. Shut off your head, and go into work mode. And strangely it kinda works.

When it’s time for lunch, you stay behind. You’re not really hungry, you feel that the others are kinda scared to talk to you. And you don’t want to sit alone in the break room all through lunch. When you’re alone on the office floor, you finally feel that you can breathe again. This shutting off your head thing was harder on you than you thought. And on top of not sleeping well… God, you feel exhausted.

Lunch break flies by, and soon the office floor is packed with people again. You put your headset back on, and go back to work. Constantly checking the time, to see when you can go back home.

Suddenly your screen freeze up. You try everything to get it to work again. But nothing is working. You can’t even turn your computer off. You reluctantly turn to the person sitting next to you, to ask for help.

– I’m sorry. My screen just froze, and I don’t know what’s wrong.

The girl next to you looks at your screen. Then she looks at you. And pushes her chair as far away from you as she can get. Looks at you with fear in her face. You don’t understand anything, and you feel the ice cold feeling of fear, taking over your entire body.

– What is this? If you know, please tell me!!

The girl just looks at you. Others are starting to look at you as well. You want to stand up, but it’s like you’re glued to your chair.

– WHAT IS HAPPENING??!!?? TELL ME!!

Finally the girl opens her mouth. Her words feels like echoes in your head.

– Oh, you’ll find out, YN! Your card has been flagged.

– Flagged? What does that even mean?

Your voice now full of fear. Why is your card flagged? And what does this mean for you?

The girl pushes her chair even farther away from you.

– I want nothing to do with this! Please don’t talk to me!

You swallow. This is insane. This girl won’t even talk to you. That means something is seriously wrong. Scary wrong. You look back at your screen. Still frozen. What the hell is happening here? You lift your hands up to your face. They’re shaking. You put your hands over your face, and you realise you’re crying. You’ve never been this scared in your whole life. Not even with David.

The door to the office floor opens, and four agents come over to your station. The office floor is dead quiet, you can hear them walk all the way over to you. Two of them stands behind you, and you have one on each side of your chair. They’re surrounding you! Do they think you’re going to make a run for it? And why do they think that? You try to calm your breathing down, but it’s impossible.

– Miss. Please vacate your station!

You slowly manage to get up from your chair. Two of the agents takes a hold of your arms, one on each side of you. And then, all four of them escorts you out from the office floor. You can feel your Co-Workers eyes burning into your back as you exit. You feel nauseous, dizzy, confused as hell and scared out of your mind.

They’re not letting go of you. It doesn’t hurt. But you’re so scared that it actually feels like their fingers are digging into your arms. They escort you to an elevator, and the elevator starts to go up. The only person who’s office is above the office floor where you work, is Alexander Pierce. If they’re taking you to see him, then this must be extremely serious.

– Wh… What is happening?

You feel like you’re screaming. But you know you’re not. Everything is just magnifying in this situation. You feel like your head is about to explode. Tears still rolling down your face. No one is answering. The four agents don’t say a single word. Not to each other, and not to you.

The elevator comes to a stop, and you enter a big office, with a desk by the window, and a magnificent view over the City. Not that you’re here to take in the view. The agents escorts you over to the desk. The guy behind it has his back against you. Looking out the window. He looks older, even from behind. He has some grey in his hair, and kinda an old fashioned suite. You already know that this is Alexander Pierce. You swallow.

Alexander slowly turns around. Looks at you. You try to meet his eyes. But you’re to scared. You almost feel that he’s got lazer eyes, and that he will set you on fire, if you look directly at them.

– Please, sit down, Miss. YLN!

One of the agents gets a chair for you, and pushes it against the back of your knees, so you have to sit down. He’s not using force. But still. You feel that something terrible is about to happen.

Alexander looks at you. Clears his throat, and rests his hands on the desk.

– Miss. YLN. Can you tell me, where you were 10.27pm last night?

What?

– I… I was at home. I.. I couldn’t sleep, so I watched some TV, and eventually fell asleep on the couch? Dixon was outside my door all night! He knows I didn’t leave!

Alexander looks at you, searching your face.

– There are other ways to leave the apartment, without being noticed by guards!

– You think I snuck out??

Your voice almost angry. You know that’s probably not a good idea. But this is just too much.

– Call, Brock! He’ll vouch for me. He knows me!

Alexander lets his fingers drum on the desk.

– You might have managed to wrap Rumlow around your finger, and have him eating out of the palm of your hand. But Miss. You certainly won’t fool me!

Although you knew that he was going to leave, seeing him get into the car, with Rollins and two other agents, hurts. You said your goodbyes upstairs. You didn’t want to cry in front of everybody. And tears is already rolling down your cheeks, even before the black SUV drives off.

You stay by the window for a while. Looking out. You can’t see any agents. But maybe they go civilian. You look over the street, into your apartment. Or, well. Not into it, because the drapes are closed. You haven’t been there since the break in. And Rumlow did say our place. Our place?

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You go and sit on the couch, turn the TV on. It’s weird not having him beside you. Not having his arm around you. You always feel so safe when he’s around. And now he’s out on a mission, you know nothing about. You don’t even know where he is.

You try to focus on the TV. But nothing is worth watching, and after all the crying and thinking you’re starting to get tired. So you hit the shower, and then you go to bed. The bed feels bigger without him there. And you can’t sleep. You look at the gun on the nightstand. Why did he leave that gun with you? Are you in danger?

You try to take your eyes off the gun, but you can’t do it. You turn around and try to go to sleep again. But it’s like the gun is looking at you. Talking to you. «You can use me to kill people you know?» «You know Rumlow left me here for a reason» «He knows something, you’ll be needing me»

– OH, SHUT UP!!

You yell at the gun, while you open the drawer on the nightstand, showing the gun down in it, and then close it. You feel like you’re going insane.

You roll over to the other side of the bed, as far away from the gun as possible. His pillow smells like him. You hug it close, but still you can’t sleep.

Arrrg.. Screw the fucking gun. You grab a blanket from the bed, the pillow that smells like him, and then you go to the couch to sleep there. You close the bedroom door as you leave the room.

It’s not exactly a couch to sleep on. It’s big enough so that you can lie down, but it’s not the softest, and not the deepest either. After tossing and turning for hours, you eventually fall asleep.

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You are ripped out of your sleep by loud bangs on the door. You sit up on the couch. Look around. It’s already sunny outside. You look at the time. Shit! You overslept! You quickly cover yourself with the blanket and go to open the door.

A big guy stands outside. Uniform and all. You recognise him as the guy Rumlow told to take another elevator, your first day at work.

– Hi, mam! I’m supposed to take you to work.

He looks at the blanket around you.

– But it looks like you’re not ready yet. I’ll wait right here.

You look back at him. Not ready is an understatement. You’re barley awake.

– Um.. err.. Do you want some coffee or anything while you wait?

The guy sits down on a chair next to the door. Lifts up a cup of coffee.

– No thanks, mam. I’m all set!

You close the door again. And hurry into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee while you get dressed. You hurry as best as you can, you’re already late. Rumlow usually wakes you up. And you forgot to set your alarm the other night.

You put your make up into your purse. You can put it on in the car. Don’t waste anymore time, YN. Hurry up.

When you step out of the apartment, your head is working like crazy. Did you remember this and that. You reach inside your purse, as you lock the door with the other hand. Keycard is there, make up is there.

– Sorry, I overslept. Now we can go!

The guy gets up. Offers his hand.

– Agent Dixon!

You shake his hand. Dixon. That guy who couldn’t keep his mouth shut even if you duck taped it. This should be a funny ride to work.

– YN!

Out in the car, you grab your make up right away. Start to put it on.

– So, you feel at home with SHIELD?

You turn towards Dixon. You must look stupid. Eyeliner and mascara on one eye, nothing og the other.

– Err.. Yeah. People are nice.

– Good!

This feel weird. You hate these kind of conversations. When people just asks random questions about the weather and stuff, to keep it from getting silent. But then again, you also hate uncomfortable silences.

– How long have you been working there?

Wow, you can sorta do this small talk too. Keep it up, YN. I’m sure this will invoke new friendships. Stupid! That’s what it is!

– My entire career. I usually work domestic though. I have a wife and two wonderful kids.

– Oh. Kids.. Wow. That must be tough. Putting yourself in dangerous situations, when you have a family to support.

You don’t really know if it’s a question or a statement. But you are afraid, that Rumlow is going to get hurt.

– Well, we usually know how to handle situations. Like for instance, if someone’s pointing a gun at you, keep eye contact, and keep the conversation going. It makes them nervous, and gives you room, to ether get away or overpower them.

You finish putting your make up on, and then look at Dixon again. If someone’s pointing a gun at you? You remember the gun in the nightstand, and swallow.

– Don’t worry, YN. SHIELD is the safest place to be.

– Yeah? Like my apartment was? That was still broken into!

Dixon looks at you. Something in his look makes you feel ice cold inside. He knows something about your apartment. You can’t put your finger on it. But he knows something. You remember what Rumlow said to Rollins about Dixon. «Dixon couldn’t keep his mouth shut if you fucking duck taped it!». Maybe you should ask what he knows. Do you want to know?

– Do you know something about my apartment? Do you guys know who did it? Is this connected to this mission, Brock’s on?

Dixon looks at you. Opens his mouth, but closes it again.

– Brock?

– Err.. Mr.Rumlow!

Dixon smiles at you.

– That’s his first name? I’ve only known him by last name. We always use last names. I even introduce myself by my last name.

He’s obviously trying to distract the conversation in another direction. Which means that he knows something. And you want to know what it is. If this mission Rumlow’s on has something to do with you, you have to know.

– You know something! Do you know how it feels to have your apartment broken into like that? To see the door kicked off it’s henches? They even cut open my couch cushions!

Dixon looks at you again. It looks like he wants to tell you. But he probably got orders not to tell. Ether from Rumlow, or that Pierce guy.

– My first name is Marcus!

Still trying to derail the conversation. You have to be more persistent if you want him to tell you.

Rumlow places a soft kiss on your forehead. Then he puts his forehead against yours and looks into your eyes. Takes a breath. It’s like he doesn’t know what to say. Is he afraid he’ll scare you? It’s probably dangerous. What if something happens to him?

– Not more so, than any other mission I’ve been on.

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You look at him. What does that mean? Is he trying to let you down easy?

– What kind of mission is it?

He kisses your lips. Gentle and soft. Is he scared he won’t return to you, or that he’ll end up in a hospital, or worse, a coffin?

– Some employees are selling classified information. I have to clean it up. Find them, and stop them.

– Who is it?

– I’m not allowed to tell you, YN. This mission is on a need to know basis. And..

– I don’t need to know….

You take your eyes away from him, try to make that burning feeling behind them go away. He pulls you close to him, hugs you. You take in his scent. So safe…

– Hey. I know how to handle myself. I’ve been in worse situations than this. I’m more worried about you. That’s why I put a team of agents on you. To protect you.

You look at him. A whole team of agents? Are they going to live with you? Are you going to live in his apartment, with a whole bunch of guys you don’t know? How is that safe?

– Don’t worry, you probably won’t even notice them. They’ll be stationed outside the building all day, and outside the door at night time. It’s just so that I can protect you, even if I’m not there myself.

You sit up. You’re not used to being treated this way. And although Rumlow feels safe, the situation is something that feels unsafe to you. And you don’t know how to respond.

– YN? I don’t want to leave. I tried to get out of it. But there’s no one else. I’ll try to get back as soon as possible.

He puts hin hand on your back. Sits up as well, and gives you a hug. You look at him again. Force a smile.

– Where are you going? Where is this mission?

You reach for your bra on the floor. Try not to look at him. Force your tears back. His hand still rests on your back. Like he doesn’t want to let go of you.

– I can’t tell you, YN! I want to but..

– I don’t need to know…

You put your bra back on. And then the rest of your clothes. He does the same. You don’t say anything. When you’re both fully dressed again, you walk towards the door. Rumlow steps in front of you. Stops you. You look up at him.

– Brock, I should really get back to work.

He gently grabs your face, just like he did out in the hall before. Only this time he’s not wearing his gloves.

– Lets go home, YN. Spend some time together before I leave.

– I have to work, Brock. It’s bad enough everybody knows about us. If I don’t show up at work, it’ll be even worse.

He kisses you. Soft, caring, deep, intense. You feel it in your entire body. When he breaks the kiss, you gasp for air. Like you were drowning in his kiss. He looks at you again. His eyes almost pleading you.

– Please, YN! For me…

This is a whole new side to him. You never knew he could be this soft. But you like it. You really, really like it. You lean into him, and kiss him.

– OK, Brock! Let’s go home!

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When you enter the apartment, back home. Rumlow starts to pack a bag right away. You follow him with your eyes, looking at him, putting different stuff into his bag. Guns, more knifes, some papers.

– Do you always pack that many guns, when you go out on missions?

Your voice is shaking. Although you find him extremely sexy with those guns, you’ve never actually thought of or seen him actually use one. And the thought of him being in a real gunfight, scares the hell out of you.

Rumlow stops what he’s doing and turns towards you. It’s like he wants to give you his whole attention when he’s talking to you. Or is he going to tell you something important, and he needs your full attention?

– Usually I pack one more. YN! I have to show you something. Come here!

You follow him into the bedroom, over to the nightstand, and there he stops. You stop a couple of steps behind him. He looks at you. This is serious stuff. Is he going to tell you to contact someone or do something if he doesn’t return?

– Have you ever used a gun before, YN?

You swallow. Have you ever used a gun? Why would you ever do that? You haven’t even held one.

– Ehhe. No, not really.

Rumlow opens the drawer on the nightstand, and takes out a gun. Similar to the ones he always have in the holsters on his thighs. He looks at the gun for a second, before he gives it to you. You don’t know what else to do, so you take it. It’s not heavy at all. Your guess is that it weighs maybe 600-700 grams. It feels weird to hold it.

– This is a Glock 17. Easy to use! I’m gonna leave this here with you. You’re free to use it if you need to.

Rumlow walks up behind you. Shows you how to hold the gun properly. Guides your hands around the gun, telling you what all the different stuff is.

– Remember to take the safety off. There. Easy and quick to do. Right here, you release the magazine. And you put it in like this. Fast and easy.

Does he actually think you have to use this thing? And why does he think that? Does he think someone will come after you? What is this mission he’s going on?

– It’s just for extra protection, YN. You probably won’t need it. I just want you to be safe. I want you to be able to protect yourself. Don’t be afraid of it. If you’re afraid to use it, you’ll hesitate. And that is something you never do. Don’t ever hesitate. Shoot first, ask questions later.

He lets go of your hands. Lets you hold the gun yourself. You let your hand fall down by your side. You don’t want to aim this gun at someone. You’re not a killer, not even someone who threatens to kill someone.

– Try to aim the gun, YN. On the wall.

Rumlow is still standing behind you. You take a deep breath, and then you lift the gun up, pointing it at the wall. Your hand’s shaking.

– Hold it with both hands, YN. Steady it. Or else you’ll miss.

You slowly lift your other hand, and Rumlow guides it to where it’s supposed to be.

– See, YN? You can do this. Squeeze the trigger, don’t pull! And don’t ever hesitate! Remember what I said! Shoot first….

You swallow again, put the gun down on the nightstand, and turn towards Rumlow.

– Ask questions later.. But, how can I ask a dead person questions? If they’re dead, they can’t answer.

– Search them! You can always find answers.

– Do you actually think I’m gonna be needing that?

Rumlow leans down, and place a kiss on your lips.

– Hopefully, you don’t. But I’m not gonna be able to live with myself If you do need it, and you don’t have it. So keep it close to you, until I get back.

You swallow. Rumlow is still not moving. He’s just looking at you. You could take a step forward or backwards, but you don’t dare to. What is he planning on doing? Nothing is showing in his eyes either. You swallow again.

– YOU want to punish ME?

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Still not moving an inch, not even a twitch in his fingers. You look down on his cock. Oh, he’s planning something alright. Something that’s turning him on.

– Go ahead then! Punish me!

– Wh…

– Punish me!

You didn’t think this far ahead. And you have no idea what you should do. You thought he would have jumped up and grabbed you, a long time ago. What is he doing?

– Like you said. I disobeyed you. I deserve punishment!

– Bro…

– What did you have in mind?

Does he really want you to punish him? You don’t know how to do that. How do you do that? You already tried edging, that didn’t work out too well. You look down, then you look back up at him. Was that a twitch in his finger?

– YN! Now you are disobeying me!

Finally. Take back control, Brock. Show me who’s really in charge. You give him a smirk.

– I’m not disobeying you! This is me punishing you!

You open the zipper on your skirt as you’re talking to him, let it fall down to the floor. Now there’s only one piece of clothing left on your body. Rumlow looks at you. You look back.

– Remove them!

Commanding Rumlow is back. You’re obviously pushing him closer and closer to losing his cool.

– Naha.. You don’t get to decide that. What if I don’t want to?

Another deep breath from him. His fingers twitching. You have absolutely no idea what you’re doing, or where you should go for here. The only thing you know, is that you’ll keep playing this game, until he stops you by force.

– Are you sure?

Was that a smirk you saw on his face? You’re definitely not sure. And although he probably already knows that, you stand your ground.

– Who’s in charge here?

You try to sound determined. But, your voice is calm and almost teasing. Fuck, this is so not going to work. He moves a little. He’s getting ready to do something. You swallow again. Should you quit while you’re ahead? No, YN. Keep it up.

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

He moves again. Did his cock throb? This is it isn’t it? He’ll jump up any moment now. You clear your throat.

– Look Mr.Ruml….

You don’t get to finish the sentence, before he is in front of you, grabbing your waist, and pressing you close to him. You don’t even have time to wrap your head around what’s happening, before you feel his breath in your ear.

– You call me by. my. name!

You gasp. His body pressed against yours like this. His breath in your ear. And his hands on your lower back. Holding you in a tight grip. You don’t answer. You try to, but no sound is coming out.

– Say. My. Name!

What is he doing? This is nothing. You love the romantic part. You love it when he’s being nice, passionate, caring. But fuck how you enjoy the rough part of him. You want him to fuck you raw, up against the wall, over the desk, on the floor, everywhere. You lift your face, and look at him.

– Mr. Rumlow!

You say it with a smirk. His hands slowly gliding up your back, and into your hair. Again, not grabbing it. He just holds them there.

– Have you been a good girl today, Miss. YLN?

He gives you a teasing smile when he talks to you, and you can’t help it. Let’s see who can keep this up the longest. You laugh a bit.

– Absolutely not, Mr. Rumlow. You know. I think you have to punish me!

He laughs back at you, a teasing laugh. Fuck, how this turns you on.

– I think so too. What should I do? What should I do?

It’s like calm before the storm. His hazel brown eyes looking straight into yours, his pupils dialating. He gently grabs your hair, and a soft moan escapes you.

– You like that?

His voice is soft and calm. Is he teasing you? Is this another form of edging? What game is he playing?

– Mmmhhmm…

He lets go of your hair. Takes a step away from you. You look at him, asking with your facial expression.

– Then I’m taking it away!

What? This is a totally new thing. A whole different level of edging.

– Brock.. My lunch break is almost over…

– Then I suggest you go back to work!

You take a breath. Then you take a step forward. He’s not moving. He’s not even lifting his hands to touch you.

– Brock….

He lifts his eyebrows, smiling at you. He already knows that you won’t go back to work. He’s just playing out his part. What can you do? You want him, like right now. Every single inch of him.

– What do you want me to do?

You look down.

– I….

He reaches out, and lifts your face up again. God, his eyes. He’s eating your soul with them.

– You?

– Please, stop playing games, Brock. You’re leaving and I don´t know for how long..

He stops you with a soft tender kiss. Before he sits down on his couch again, dragging you with him up on his lap, not bothering to remove your underwear, he just pushes it to the side. Wasting no time, entering you. You move desperately with him, savouring the feeling of him being this close to you.

– God.. Fuck me, Brock!

– Look at me, YN!

Forehead to forehead, moaning each others names, you push each other closer and closer to the edge. You’re clenching your muscles around him, as he buries himself deep inside your core over and over.

– My God! I… I’m…

He takes a firmer grip around you, pressing your bodies together, thrusting deep.

– Yes! Me too! Do it!

You can’t possibly hold back. The waves of pleasure rushes through your entire body. Rumlow follows closely behind, thrusting deep and holds you there while your orgasm slowly dissipates. You lean your head down on his shoulder. Gently kissing it.

– YN! Lie down beside me for a while!

You untangle yourself from him, and lie down on the couch. Back against him. He holds you close. You take in the feeling of him being here with you, breathing into your neck. You want to remember this second, this moment, knowing that he’ll leave tonight. And you don’t know for how long.

His strong arms around you feels so safe. How will you get by without him? Maybe you’ll manage a day or two. But God, you’ll miss him. And with everything that’s happened since you met him, will you feel safe? You know he said that he would have someone check up on you, but that someone is not him.

– Something wrong, YN?

You turn around to face him. The couch isn’t that big, and you almost fall out, but he holds on to you. You wrap your leg around him, to keep yourself safe up on the couch.

– Will it be dangerous? This mission?

He presses himself against you, as his kisses intensifies. Already ragged breathing. He takes your hands and places them on his chest. His abs flexing. You move your hand up and down his chest, feeling him. Before you drag his shirt up, and over his head. You don’t want to leave his lips, but you have to, when you drag his shirt over his head. Your lips meet again even before his shirt hits the floor.

His hands hits your thighs, and pushes your skirt upwards to your stomach. Then his hands continues up to your chest, cupping your breasts. Before he pulls your shirt over your head, and undo your bra. Dips his head between your breasts, savouring the feeling of your body pressed against his. You press your lower body against his, and he moans into your skin.

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You gently push him back into the couch, before you slowly get down on your knees in front of him. Reach for his belt. He takes your hands. Looks at you.

– You’re so fucking beautiful, YN! I can’t get enough of you!

– Let me taste you, Brock!

You’re breathing heavily with your words. Fuck, how you want him. To taste every inch of him, to savour his taste, to feel him.

He lets go of your hands, and leans back on the couch. You lift your hands and let them glide up and down on his chest. Over his muscles. Rumlow reaches for your shoulders. You lift yourself up from the floor, and let your tongue hit his chest. Kissing it. The taste of his skin, his ragged breathing, and his hands on your shoulders, slightly squeezing when your lips touch his chest.

You reach for his belt again, this time he doesn’t stop you. Instead he lets his hands rest on your head. Not grabbing your hair, not pushing you down. He just lets them rest there. Carefully, loving. The whole thing is romantic. Beautiful.

You gently let your hands glide over his groin.

– Fuck, YN, stop teasing me!

You smile up at him. He lets you take control, and you love it.

– So that’s what I’m doing?

– If you don’t stop, YN. I have to take back control!

You continue to slide your hands over his cock, outside his tactical pants. He’s already rock hard. Maybe it’s painful. He lets his fingers slide into your hair. Not taking a grip, seems like he’s just showing you that he could take back control if he wanted to.

You carefully drag his tactical pants down, and to help you, he slightly lifts himself up from the couch. When you remove his pants, he sighs relieved. So it was painful. No surprise. He’s big. And being trapped inside there…

You lean down and let your tongue glide over his tip, before you close your mouth around him, and swirl your tongue around.

– Aaaaa

Hearing him moan like that, makes your belly clench. But you want to tease him some more. It’s not often he lets you take control, and you want to make the most of it. You slowly get up on your feet. Look down on him. He looks back. And you can see on his face that he knows what’s about to happen. You give him a little smirk.

– Play with yourself! I want to watch you!

It actually feels good to be in charge. You’ve learned a lot from him. What words to use, how to look at him, to make him want you even more. And you know what words to use to turn him on, because he uses them himself.

– YN!

He says. His eyes pleading you to keep doing what you did.

– Naha..

You say to him, lifting your index finger, and move it back and forth, like he did when you were under his desk.

He slowly takes a hold around his cock, carefully stroking up and down. You look at him. Fuck, he is so fucking sexy right now. You want nothing more than to sit down on him, and have him fuck your brains out. But, you compose yourself. It’s wonderful to look at him pleasing himself. And you understand now, why he likes to watch you so much.

He moans, and then he closes his eyes. You smile for yourself.

– Keep those beautiful eyes open! I want to look into your eyes!

– Fuck, YN!

– Later, Brock! I’m in charge now. And you’ll do as I tell you to.

He moans again. But he continues. You bite your lip. You know that makes him crazy. Another moan escapes him. Louder this time.

– You have no idea, how much this turns me on. Watching you play with yourself like that. Go on!

You get down on your knees in front of him again. Take one of his balls in your mouth, suck on it, as he continues to stroke his cock.

– Fuck, YN! I can’t do this anymore!

You lift your head, to look at him. His hand stops. But he still has a grip around himself. You put your hand around his. Moving it up and down.

– Don’t stop. Go on!

– I… I can’t hold it, YN!

– Don’t come, unless I tell you to.

– YN!

You lean your head down again. Slide your tongue up one of his inner thigh, over his balls, and then down the other thigh. His muscles tenses. It’s like his whole body jumps up from the couch. He is moaning loud. And you know he wasn’t able to hold back. You laugh a little. Then you lift your head, and look into his eyes. He smirks at you. You know him well enough by now, to know, that this is the moment, when he takes back control. But you can’t help yourself.

– Did I say you could come?

He’s not answering you. He’s probably thinking about what he’s going to do to you. But he doesn’t move.

– Did I?

You raise your voice a little. You try to sound like him. But the look he gives you, takes some of your confidence in this particular situation away. You decide to stand your ground. You already lost control, it’s just a matter of time before he takes over. So you can just keep on going, as long as he lets you.

– You disobeyed me, Brock! Now, what can I do about that?

Rumlow just looks at you. Not saying anything, not moving. Nothing. He’s completely calm. This usually means he’ll jump up and grab you, any second. You swallow.

– Do I have to punish you?

Your voice isn’t at all as confident as it was just a few seconds ago. But he’s still not moving. What is he waiting for?

– You want to punish me?

He looks at you, determined. Not moving an inch, but that’s like his trademark. Calm as a mussel. You swallow again.

Rumlow takes a deep breath….

You don’t hear his voice from inside the office. Instead the door is yanked open, and a guy walks straight into you, as he yells something to Rumlow, you can’t make out what it is, but it’s obvious that it’s about work.

– Watch your fucking step, stupid bitch!

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The guy pushes you out of the way, and continue to walk out the door. You try to catch your breath again, to compose yourself. But, before you can. Rumlow walks past you, and grabs the guy leaving his office. Yanking him backwards, and pins him to the wall.

– Rumlow, what the hell! I’ll leave. No need to beat me up!

You look up. The guy looks scared, and Rumlow looks pissed. An expression you’ve never seen on his face before. You look around you, and you see that some of your Co-Workes have stopped to see what is happening. Rumlow looks at the guy, his eyes almost black… You swallow.

– You don’t disrespect ME, and you certainly don’t disrespect female work colleagues.

You keep your eyes on Rumlow. The guy didn’t hurt you. You were just caught off guard. And people are looking, listening.

– What the fuck, Rumlow! Disrespect? You kicked me off the squad. How the fuck do you want me to react?

– If you did your fucking job, I wouldn’t have to. Forget it. You’re out!

The guy looks at Rumlow.

– Out? What do you mean?

– Out of SHIELD!

Rumlow almost spits the words in the guys face.

– You can’t do that!

– The fuck I can. You do not disrespect your Co-Workers, especially the females!

The guy looks at you, then he looks back at Rumlow.

– This isn’t about me not doing my job, Rumlow! This is about you, and the fact that you can’t keep your fucking dick in your pants!

The hall gets even more quiet, if that’s possible. If someone dropped a pin, you could probably hear it. You can even hear your own breathing. Should you do something? And if you’re going to, what should you do?

You look at Rumlow. What is he going to do? This was so out of line, even you think that. Although the guy didn’t mention you, or your name, everybody knows that he was talking about you. And now everybody knows about you and Rumlow. How are they going to treat you after this?

You feel like time stands still. No one is moving. Everyone is looking at the three of you, and everyone is waiting for Rumlows next move. Then Rumlow lifts his hand. You’ve gotta do something. If not, this will not end well for that guy, and probably not for Rumlow either. You compose yourself, take one step forward, and grab his arm. Not hard, or angry, but firm enough for him to turn his attention from the guy standing in front of him, to you.

– That’s enough, Brock. I’m fine. Let him go!

Rumlows expression goes from angry, to compassionate. He loosens his grip of the guy. The guy doesn’t wait. He dodges under Rumlows arm, and runs away. Rumlow looks after him for a second before he turns to you again. Gently touching your face, with both hands. You can feel the warmth from his hands through his gloves. Actually they’re not gloves, because they’re only covering his fingers up to the first joint. He looks into your eyes. You look back. You know your Co-Workers are looking at you, but you don’t dare to look at them. What are they thinking of you now? New girl, under qualified, screwing the boss? Slut who’s fucking her way to the top? You don’t know.

– Are you allright?

Rumlows voice brings you back to reality. You continue to look at him. Was he really going to punch that guy? The guy didn’t actually touch you. He was just angry, and well.. Is he really that protective of you?

– YN! Are you allright?

You nod. You can’t find the right words. Why is stuff like this always happening to you? You always manage to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Rumlow leans down and place a gentle kiss on your lips. You close your eyes. His lips are so soft, and you still remember the feeling of them on your skin, from this morning.

Like the flick of a switch, Rumlow comes back to reality. He turns to the people looking at you.

– This isn’t the break room! Go eat your lunch!

No one is saying anything. They just hurrying along, towards the break room. You look after them. Take a breath. Rumlow gently puts a hand on your back.

– Come on, let’s have lunch together! I have to tell you something.

You don’t manage to think about anything else than the fact that your Co-Workers now knows about your relationship. So when he mentions lunch, you start to walk towards the elevator. Rumlow takes a hold around your waist, and leans down, whisper in your ear.

– In my office, sweetheart!

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When he closes the door behind you, you finally manage to talk.

– What was that, Brock? Now everyone knows? What am I suppose to do now?

He doesn’t answer. He just stands there. Looking at you. Hands by his side. Not his usual, on the hips posture. Then you remember why you went to his office in the first place. What he said to you this morning.

– Bro…

He stops you with a kiss. Takes a hold of you, and presses you against him. The warmth, the intensity, everything. You just sink into it. It feels so amazing. HE feels so amazing. He doesn’t exactly break the kiss. He just lets his lips rest on yours for a while, before he lets you go.

– Are you hungry? I bought you lunch!

You look at him. He did what?

– Oh, yeah.. Something happened, and I wanted to talk to you. Figured we’d talk over lunch.

Something happened allright. He said that he loved you this morning. Is that what he wants to talk about? You’re not sure if you want to talk about that or not.

– What happened?

– Eat first, YN!

He starts to unpack different containers, and gestures for you to sit down. The food smells delicious. And you are hungry.

You sit down on the couch in his office. Look at the containers filled with Chinese food. So, no Italian food today. He finally sits down next to you. He picks up a spring roll, dips it in hot sauce, and then eats it. You continue to just look at him.

– Not hungry? Or don’t you like Chinese food? I should have asked you first.

– No, no, Brock. I love Chinese food.

He dips his spring roll in the hot sauce again, then he feeds it to you. You take a bite. It does taste amazing. The hot sauce is just hot enough, and the spring roll is crispy and fresh.

– Good?

You smile and nod. When you finish your mouth full you look at him again. Smile at him. You’re still afraid that you hurt him this morning. But at the same time, you’re unsure if he really meant what he said. You take a deep breath.

– What did you want to talk about, Brock?

He looks at you, puts down his spring roll, and takes your hands in his. What is he doing. Did something serious happen? Did you do something wrong?

– You know I’m an agent, right, YN?

You nod.

– And that I could be called out any time?

You nod again.

– Well, I have to leave. And I don’t know for how long. There’s a situation, some employees selling information. And I have to clean it up.

– When do you leave?

He kisses your forehead.

– Tonight. I’ll take you home, after work. And then I have to leave. You are staying at my place, our place. And I’ll have someone check up on you.

You look at each other for a little while, before your lips collides together and he drags you up in his lap.