Talia Rumlow Forfatter

Rumlow’s pov:

He hears the door to the bedroom close. Then he turns around. Looks at the closed door.

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What the fuck are you doing Brock? Why do you always do this? Close yourself off? Deny your feelings? Just walk in there, hold her, kiss her, make love to her…

He almost laughs of his own thoughts. «Make love». She made you into a softie, Brock. Be careful!

She could have made a move if she wanted to, you wouldn’t have stopped her. If she’d asked you to join her in the shower, you would have. Why is it always you, who has to take the first step? Why is it that the responsibility always falls on you? Just because you are an Agent, that doesn’t mean that you don’t need love and affection once in a while. Fuck! Why didn’t you tell her that.

Why the fuck are you asking, Brock? You know why. You’re scared. Scared that she’ll leave. Scared that she fell for the rough, hard, Brock. Deep down inside, you know that’s not you. You’re 46 years old. You should have started a family a long time ago. You just never found the right girl. Now you have, and you’re about to push her away. Does she even want a family? You know nothing about her background. And she knows nothing about yours. Where are her parents? Does she have any siblings? Why haven’t you asked her this?

Who are you kidding, Brock? You know the answer to that as well. You know why you react the way you do when you see women being treated badly. You just don’t want to tell her that. That trauma from your childhood, is something you pushed aside a long long time ago. Promised to never let it reach the surface again. And then she came along. She’s messing with your mind, Brock! Be careful!

He lies down on the couch. Hands behind his head, stearing up at the ceiling. A tear escapes his eye. He closes his eyes.

You promised you would forget that day, Brock. You made a promise to yourself. How is this girl capable of dragging all these memories to the surface, when you haven’t even talked about it?

Young Brock. He had made something at school that day. An angel made of clay. His mom loved angels. So when they were asked to make something for mothers day. He knew exactly what to make. He can still remember how exited he was to show his mom. She would most certainly make him his favorite food, and place the angel between them on the table. Then she would ask him how school was. And all the time she would look at the angel, admiring it. He had a special bond with his mom. She always took care of him. Despite of what was happening at home, she always made sure he was safe. Sacrificing herself, for his safety.

Fuck, why are you thinking about that day, Brock? Push it aside. For fucks sake, PUSH IT AWAY!!

There is no use. The memories flashing over him like a tidal wave. The open door when he reach the house. The furnitures knocked over. The blood on the wall. The broken picture frames. How quiet the house was. How his mom lied on the floor in the kitchen, knife still in her. Lifeless. How the world became black that day. He was 10. Already then, he decided to not feel, anything, for the rest of his life. That day his dad killed his mom. The day he became an orphan. His dad had run away off course. He never saw him again. Not until… Don’t go there, Brock!

He can’t lie on the couch anymore. He has to do something. Go for a run? No! He can’t leave you alone. A shot of whiskey. And a match. That’s what he needs.

He turns on the TV, and chugs down glass after glass. He knows it’s not a good idea. He hasn’t gotten drunk since that day.. DON’T BROCK! Just don’t!

8 years after his mom was killed, he in-listed. He needed to get away from everything. And the military seemed like a good way to do that. That’s where he met Rollins. They shared similar backgrounds. Not that they talked too much about that. But some information was shared. About a year in they were both drafted into a secret branch of the military, that eventually became SHIELD. The training he got, made him an expert marksman, sniper, one of the best fighters around. And then he trained as best he could with knifes. All the way, up until the point, where he felt that the knife became a part of him. There was nothing he couldn’t do with that weapon.

He quickly moved up, determined as he was. 10 years ago, he became head of field operations, with Rollins as his second in command. That position inside SHIELD gave him access to information he’d wanted since he was 10 years old. Where his father was!

When he found him, he took a month of work. Rollins feeding him information, as he drove across the country to track him down. He’d had him under surveillance for a week before he made his move. Drinking like crazy, to work up his courage. Then, he kicked his door in. It wasn’t much of a fight. That old guy had used years to almost drink himself to death every single night. Killing him was a piece of cake. It was the aftermath that was the hard Part. So he shut it off. Every single feeling he had. And then…. She came along.. She’ll make you bleed, Brock! Be careful!

The Last glass of whiskey is half empty, when he hurls it at the wall. It breaks into a thousand pieces. FUCK, Brock! Fuck her, fuck you, fuck Pierce, fuck SHIELD, fuck fucking everything! You don’t have feelings, remember? You’re dead inside! Keep it that way! Let her go, she’s not worth it. Or is she? Is anything worth going through this again? Will she understand? Should you tell her? Will she even listen, after they way you’ve been treating her today? She’s too good for you, Brock! Be careful!

He drank too much. It’s gonna be hard getting up tomorrow. He sets the alarm, and lets his hands rest on the back of his head. The last image he sees before his eyes before he drifts off, is his mothers smile….

You look at his back all the way to the car. All you can think of is how much you want to slide your fingers through his hair. You have to concentrate not to cry again. How did this happen? What can you do to make it right? This morning you were so happy, and now.. It feels like this day has lasted a whole year.

He follows his normal routine when you get to the car. Opens the door for you, and helps you in. It feels so good to have his hand in yours, but you don’t look at each other.

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You look over at him a couple of times while you drive home. You don’t say anything. What can you say? And he basically told you to shut up. You look down on your hands, nervously drumming your fingers on your thigh.

– How did training go?

He doesn’t look at you while he’s talking. And you don’t know if that’s because he doesn’t want to, or if he’s scared in some way. You’ve never seen this part of him before. You swallow.

– Well.. I feel like I’ve gained 20 pounds with all this stuff. But I guess I did good.

Rumlow clears his throat.

– And Rollins?

The way he says his name. Is he jealous? Why would he be jealous? There is no reason to. Does he think it is?

– What about him?

– Did he give you that bruise on your jaw?

You pull down the mirror, and study your jaw. Yep, definitely a bruise. He did throw a good punch at you. You reach up and touch it. Thankfully it doesn’t hurt that much. You look over at Rumlow, he’s still looking at the road ahead.

– It was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.

– So, he hit you?

You don’t know what to say. He sounds almost angry. And you don’t want to ruin his friendship with Rollins.

– We were training, Brock. Stuff happens…

He glances over at you.

– Stuff….

He lets the word hang in the air.

You look back down again, and none of you says anything else for the rest of the drive home.

———————-

When you enter the apartment, Rumlow goes straight to the bathroom. You fall down on the couch. Drag your hands through your hair. Lean back, and look up at the ceiling.

– If you want to take a shower. I made room for your gear in the bathroom.

You look up at him. Still in his gear. No «will you join me in the shower» or «let’s take a shower», nothing.

– Listen, Br…

– I’ll order some food. Let me know when you’re finished. And try not to use all the warm water.

He stopped you. He actually cut you off, when you tried to tell him something. Why won’t he listen to you? What did you do to deserve this treatment?

You sigh, and walk to the bathroom. The shower actually helps. And you get to cry out your tears of frustration. You leave the bathroom wearing only a towel. You can feel Rumlows eyes on you when you walk through the living room. You try not to look at him. Let him be mad at me. Obviously no use to try to talk to him. Is he mad about Pierce moving you to Delta, or because Rollins is the one training you?

You decide to only wear your underwear and a big shirt. Maybe you could try to turn him on. At least a little bit. Angry sex is better than no sex. And angry sex with him… For fucks sake, YN. Get it together, you’re not a nympho.

When you enter the living room again, you can hear that Rumlow already hit the shower. You could go in there. Get in the shower with him. If he doesn’t want to talk. You don’t have to. You just want to feel him. You start to walk towards the bathroom. But halfway there, you change your mind. No use, anyway. He’ll probably won’t even let you. Maybe you could talk when you go to bed.

The hours before you go to bed are awkward. You sit there on the couch next to each other. But none of you are saying anything. You barley look at each other. You desperately want to talk to him, but you can’t find the right words. Maybe you should quit all together. Say Thanks, but no, to the Delta stuff. But then, what would you do?

Fuck! You don’t want to do this anymore. You just want to sleep it off, and hopefully start fresh tomorrow. He can’t possibly be mad at you forever. You didn’t decide this. Pierce did. You just followed orders. Isn’t that what Agents do? Follow Pierces orders without question? He does that. Hell, he didn’t even sit down, before Pierce told him to. He couldn’t possibly mean that you should disobey orders, on the first day.

– I’m going to bed!

You get up from the couch. Rumlow doesn’t even look up. What’s the matter with him? Did Pierce give him a hard time?

– You take the bed, YN! I’ll take the couch!

WHAT?!?? You’re not sleeping in the bed together? Why?

– Brock!

Finally he looks up at you. You look back. Great, he shut off his feelings again. Dead eyes. Perfect, just great.

– Don’t be ridiculous, YN! You need the sleep. Training again tomorrow, remember?

– But…

– I’m not discussing this, YN! Good night!

Why does he keep shutting you out like this? It can’t be for the yelling alone. Although, you probably overreacted. It’s just that your life changed over night, when you met him. And it keeps changing, faster that you can keep up with.

Arrg.. Fuck it. Just go to bed, YN. Sleep it off. He’ll be back to his normal self tomorrow. He probably just needs some time to process everything. God knows you do.

You walk towards the bedroom. When you reach the door, you turn around. Looking at the back of his head. Please turn around, Brock! I need you! I can’t do this Agent thing without you. He’s not turning around. Infact, he’s barley moving. You give up. Walk into the bedroom, and close the door behind you.

The bed feels even bigger without him this time. You can’t help feeling like you’ve lost him. Maybe you should leave. But where would you go? Do you want to go back to your old place, after this? Knowing that you can see his place just by looking out the window. Would you be able to take it if he brought another girl with him home? Would you be able to work at the same place as him, if you’re no longer together? To see him every day? See him with others? Rumlow, with other girls….

…The thought makes you tear up. You don’t want to lose him. You want to be his girl forever. You’re fooling yourself, YN! This was never going to work. 17 years age gap, him doing what he does for a living. And the way you met. Him saving you. And now that David’s dead, you don’t need saving anymore. Of course it ends here. Stupid..

You finally fall asleep, tears still running from your eyes…

Rumlows Pov

Fuck, you should never have called it pillow talk. You didn’t mean it like that. And now, now, you’ve hurt her. Did you really think this relationship would work? You being an Agent, and she… She being the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen. So sweet, innocent. Not exactly the girl for you, right? Fuck, Brock! How stupid can you be?

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Rumlow opens the door to Pierces office.

– So you knew I’d come?

Pierce doesn’t look up.

– Of course I knew! I’ve got eyes and ears in this entire building.

For fucks sake, Brock! Get it together. Work mode. Deal with YN when you get home. Treat her well, and she’ll come around. Hopefully. The thought of what he wants to do to you, makes him grow hard. Fuck! Not now. Shake it off, Brock!

Pierce looks up.

– I can see you brought your little thief along as well. If Rollins didn’t come to talk to me before, I’d have her thrown back in jail, where she belongs!

Rumlow doesn’t know what it is, but he feels an enormous anger, hearing people talking about you that way. But he knows his place. Don’t lose your cool, Brock. That will only make it worse. He walks up to Pierces desk. He knows it’s a stupid idea. He should wait for Pierce to tell him. But YN! Fuck! What is wrong with you, Brock?!?

– She was in the apartment the entire night. She couldn’t have stolen anything. Besides we found the documents in Davids apartment.

– The David that conveniently is YNs ex. How well do you know her, Rumlow?

How well does he know you exactly? You haven’t actually talked about other than David and SHIELD. No family information have been shared, nothing of that sort. But the sex… Brock!! Get a fucking grip!

– I don’t have to know her, to know that she was in the apartment the entire night. Watch this, you’ll see.

Rumlow places the CD with the video on Pierces desk. Pierce looks at Rumlow.

– OK! I’ll watch it. I’ll have you both back here lunchtime. Remember she is not an employee at this time. Put her in Rollins’ office. And you! You go back to work.

Rollins office? Why can’t you stay in his office? That way you could maybe talk or.. Oh, for fucks sake Brock. Is fucking this girl the only thing you can think of? Why can’t she say something?

He leads the way, but oh fuck how he wants you to go in front of him. To study your body, the way you move. How your clothes compliments your body. Showing off all the right curves on it.

Say something, YN! Please! Anything, be mad even. Yell at me again. Anything is better than nothing. But you don’t say a word. You just follow him. Well, I did dominate her, but she can stand her own. You don’t know how to do this romance thing, Brock! You just don’t. Dominant sex, yes. Romance, no.

In Rollins office. He tries his best to show you that he cares. You should say something Brock. Not just, «water there». Something meaningful. Something that says «I love you». She’s in Rollins’ fucking office. Nothing.. Fuck it, Brock!

When he’s about to leave, he hears your voice behind him.

– Brock! Did we just have our first fight?

He turns and looks at you. What do you say, Brock? Yes? No? I love you? Thank God you asked? Should you kiss her? Fuck. You suck at this, Brock. Forget it!

– Yes!

Then he leaves. Why the fuck did you do that, Brock? Good, making it worse, making it worse.. Good job, Brock, real good.

The hours till lunchtime takes forever. Rumlow gets some paperwork done. But the whole time he’s thinking about you. In Rollins office. Are you allowed to fuck someone else after a fight? You never sorta defined your relationship.. Maybe she would. Would you? No! You want her, no one else. She captivated you from the first second.

Lunchtime comes, and Pierce calls for you. Rumlow feels it strange that he wants Rollins as well. But, well.. Maybe that’s a good thing.

The few steps over to Rollin’s office is hard to take. Maybe she never loved you. You should tell her, Brock. Tell her that you love her. That it’s not just the sex. That it’s all of her. The way she talks, the way she moves, her smile.. Everything.

He opens the door to Rollins office, and stops in his tracks.

– I love you….

What the blazing fuck!?!?? I love you? That’s HIS line! The feeling inside his chest is something he’s never felt before.

– Really, Rollins? I love you?

He can hear Rollins saying something, but he’s not interested. Lifts his finger, stops Rollins’ mouth. Motherfucking perfect!

– Bro…

Your voice. I really don’t want to listen to her right now.

– I ment both of you, YN!

What the fuck is wrong with you, Brock? Let her talk. You’ve wanted to talk to her all day, and when she finally speaks to you, you tell her to shut up. Well, to late now anyway. Deal with Pierce first. You can talk to YN, at home. That is, if she wants to go home with you.

In Pierces office there are three chairs in front of his desk. YN, sits down in the middle. Pierce doesn’t seem to mind. And she’s not familiar with the codes yet. Rumlow stands by his chair until Pierce tells him to sit down.

Totally in his own mind, he tries to listen to what Pierce is saying. Please let her stay. If Pierce fires her, that’s it. She’ll leave, both SHIELD and you. The thought of losing you drives him crazy.

– You are fired though!

Great, just great. Should you say something, Brock? Fuck! Rumlow opens his mouth.

– Something you want to say, Rumlow?

The tone in Pierces voice, makes him instantly shut up. No use anyway. When Pierce makes up his mind, that’s it!

– You’re fired from the office floor! I decided to put you in another department.

Well, this was unexpected. What department?

– What?

He can’t hold back. What department? It’s not that many to chose from, and will you still be her boss? He leans forward to look at the papers. She’s been moved to Delta? What the fuck? And why?

– You’re giving her a piece? Why?

Pierces look makes Rumlow shut up again. He is going to have her killed, for sure. There are no women on any of the teams, and it’s a reason for that. It’s hard work, a ton of Fighting, close combat, killing. She won’t even survive one day.

– I came across some security footage, and saw her potential. Do you have a problem with that?

– No, Sir!

The hell you do! You have a ton of problems with this. She’ll technically still be working under you. But Pierce will have the last word, and he will be able to send her out on missions as he see fits. How the fuck can you protect her now, Brock?!?

– You start training right away. Dismissed!

Rumlow stands up with you. Maybe some training will do the trick? At least you’ll be able to touch her.

– Rumlow, you stay! Rollins, you start to train with YN!

The words hits Rumlow like a brick. Rollins is going to train with her. You are the one who knows her. You should be training with her. You should teach her stuff. It’s not that Rollins isn’t good. It’s just.. You want to train her.

– With all due respect, Sir! I should be the one training her!

– No, Rumlow. You’re gonna stay behind and tell me why you shared classified information with your live in girlfriend!

Fuck! This is just fucking perfect. You being questioned by Pierce, while Rollins gets to train your girl. Touching, Fighting…. fucking? Don’t go there, Brock! Don’t!

– Yes

Rumlow doesn’t slam the door shut, but to you it sounds like he did. Is he mad at you? How bad is it that he told you? That Pierce guy isn’t exactly friendly. But at the same time Rumlow is obviously one of his best Agents. Could he be fired for this?

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You feel bad about yelling at him. You really shouldn’t have done that. He saved your life, twice. Maybe that got to him. Or did he mean what he said, when he said it was pillow talk? This Rumlow thing was so perfect. What if you ruined it.. What will you do then?

The burning sensation behind your eyes turns into tears, you’re unable to stop them. You bury your face in your hands. Remembering every little detail about your time with Rumlow. Why does this love thing have to be so hard?

You don’t hear the door opening.

– Oh.. Sorry. I was just gonna get some paperwork….

You look up. Rollins have stopped right by the door. You dry your remaining tears, dragging your mascara all over your face.

– It’s your office isn’t it? I can’t exactly tell you to leave…

– Something wrong?

Rollins walks over to you. Sit down next to you.

– Nothing. I just screwed up.. It’ll get better..

– Pierce? He can be a real piece of shit sometimes. But he is fair. It’ll be alright. He’s not gonna fire you. Some of us have done worse, and we’re still here.

You clear your throat, look at Rollins.

– Like what Brock did?

– What did he do?

– He told me about the mission. After, not before. He told me, but he wasn’t suppose to.. It’s my fault..

– The mission including your ex, your keycard, and that put you in jail? Why wouldn’t he tell you? That mission was more about you than anything else.

You hide your face in your hands again.

– He’s mad at me. He confessed to me that he was scared of being fired, and I yelled at him. Stupid..

Rollins puts his hand on your back.

– Look. Rumlow isn’t exactly fluent in the romance department. None of us are. Having a girlfriend, wife or kids makes us vulnerable. So most of us are alone. You’re the first girl he’s been with..

You can’t help but laugh. First girl? Yeah right! You look up at Rollins.

– I do admit that I don’t know him THAT much yet. But he was definitely NOT a Virgin when he met me.

– That’s not what I ment. It’s always been one time, maybe two. Nothing like you. He invited you into his home. He disobeyed orders for you. Look, I don’t know much about this romance, love thing.. But I DO know that Rumlow means what he says to you.

You look at Rollins. Searching his eyes. Did Rumlow send him? Should you talk to him about this? Isn’t this kinda personal?

– What he says?

Rollins clears his throat.

– Look, YN. As Agents we are responsible for each others life half of the time. That requiers that we know each other. I don’t know WHAT he said to you. But I know that he means every word.

– Like «I love you»?

– Yeah! Like «I love you»!

– Really, Rollins! I love you?

Both you and Rollins look up. Rumlow stands in the door. Rollins gets up. Your heart is pounding out of your chest.

– Look, Rum…..

Rollins tries to explane, but Rumlow lifts his finger. Rollins instantly shuts up.

– Pierce is ready for us. He wanted you too Rollins.

You finally manage to get up from the couch. Thank God, your feet are carrying you. Should you say something?

– Bro…

– I ment both of you, YN!

He sounds angry, and hurt. Why won’t he listen to you? If you didn’t screw things up by yelling at him, you certainly did now. Why won’t he let you tell him that you were talking about him?

Rollins lets you walk in front of him. Rumlow leads the way to Pierces office. Not turning around one single time. It’s like he doesn’t even want to look at you. This is just great. Yesterday you had it all, and now you’re about to lose your job, your home and your boyfriend. Life is funny that way.

Rumlow opens the door to Pierces office, and lets you and Rollins walk inside, before he follows.

Pierce is behind his desk, and on the other side is three chairs. You sit down on the one in the middle. That way Rumlow will have to sit next to you. Both Rumlow and Rollins stands next to their chairs until Pierce tells them to sit down. You’re not used to see Rumlow like this. He’s almost submissive. Not at all like the Rumlow you know. And that alone makes you nervous.

Pierce clears his throat.

– Well.. YN, as it looks, I owe you an apology!

– Huh?

You should probably keep quiet until he tells you to speak or something, but his statement catches you off guard.

– Turns out you were in the apartment the whole night. I know I gave you a hard time. But I admit it when I’m wrong.

– Ehh.. Thank you… I guess..

Pierce moves some papers around.

– You are fired though!

You take a deep breath. Fired! Because you broke out of jail. You suddenly feel an enormous guilt because of what happened to the guard. Rumlow opens his mouth.

– Something you want to say, Rumlow?

Pierce’s voice determined.

Rumlow closes his mouth again. You look at him, but he doesn’t look back. Pierce puts a piece of paper in front of you.

– You’re fired from the office floor. I decided to put you in another department!

– What?

Rumlow speaks. It’s like he can’t hold back. He leans forward and looks at the papers. Then he looks up at Pierce again.

– You’re giving her a piece? Why?

Pierce gives Rumlow a hard look. Rumlow sits back in the chair again, and shuts up.

– I came across some security footage, and saw her potential. Do you have a problem with that?

– No, sir!

Pierce puts a pen on top of the paper in front of you.

– Fill that out. And you can start your training!

– My.. My training? For what?

– It’s about time we get a female on our team, don’t you think? And if you are as good as I think you are, you’ll have no trouble getting in the game.

You fill out the papers, and give them back to Pierce, without saying a word. It’s not hard, just a couple questions about your background, and personal information.

– You start training right away. Dismissed!

You stand up. Trying to wrap your head around what just happened. Rollins and Rumlow gets up as well.

– Rumlow, you stay! Rollins you start to train with YN.

You look at Rumlow. You know you have to leave, but you so want to talk to him. To tell him that what he heard was you talking about him.

– With all due respect sir. I should be the one training her!

– No, Rumlow. You’re gonna stay behind and tell me why you shared classified information with your live in girlfriend!

Finally Rumlow looks at you. Kinda a hard look, but you can still se some kind of hurt in there. You swallow, as Rumlow sits back down in his chair. How much trouble is he in?

– Rollins, dismissed!

Rollins puts a hand on your back and guides you out of the office.

You wake up early the next morning, Rumlows arms still safe around you. He is still sleeping, you can hear it on his breathing. You close your eyes again, and try to go back to sleep. But you can’t. So instead you just savour the feeling of his arms around you, comforting you, protecting you. You feel so safe around him. Like nothing can touch you.

After a while he’s starting to wake up as well. You turn towards him. Praying for him to open his beautiful hazel brown eyes. After some time he does. Looking at you, smiling.

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– I am so lucky to get to wake up to you beside me. Did you sleep well.

Rumlow plants a kiss on your forehead before you can answer his question.

– As well as I could, given everything.

Instead of saying some well thought out comforting words, he pulls you close to him, holding you.

– Nervous about today? Want me to go and talk to Pierce alone?

You look up at him.

– Thank you, but no. I have to meet him sooner or later anyway. It’s easier to just get it over with. Let him fire me. And if you’re there you can comfort me after.

Rumlow lets his hand glide down your stomach, and stops between your legs. Then he takes your hand and guides it down to his cock. It’s already rock hard. You close your fist around it and squeeze it a little. Rumlow slips one finger inside you.

– I can comfort you right now. You’re already wet and ready for me. Let me fuck you good morning before we leave.

You laugh a bit. Before he shuts you up with a deep intense kiss, climbs on top of you, and easily enters you. It’s like your body have been waiting for him to do that all night, that’s how easy it goes.

– Mmmmm

You don’t know what else to say. To have him inside of you is the best feeling in the world. Your bodies just fits together, it’s like you were made for each other.

– You like it?

– Fuck me, Brock!

Rumlow takes a hold of your arms and places them above your head, as usual. Thrusting deep and hard. His breath, moans and grunts of pleasure in your ear. You clenche your muscles around him, and lift up your legs, for him to get even deeper. Rumlow lets go of your arms, and picks up a little black device from the nightstand. Placing your legs on his shoulders, and aiming the device straight down on him gliding in and out of your pussy.

– Fuck this is beautiful, just wait until you see this.

With his other hand he starts to rub your clit carefully.

– Fuck, Brock! Make me come!

Suddenly he stops he’s not pulling out of you. But he stops. You desperately move, to show him that he have to continue.

– Make yourself come. Play with yourself. Come for me. I love to watch you.

You carefully move your hand down, and he starts to move again. At first you feel him. Letting your fingers glide over him every time he pulls out. Before he takes your hand, puts two of your fingers into his mouth, before placing them down where he wants them.

– Do it! I can’t hold it much longer. You’re so fucking tight!

You start to rub your clit, as Rumlow continues to thrust even harder than before.

– Aaaaa My.. Fuck!

– Yes! Come on! Come for me! Moan my name! Let your juices flow around my cock!

– Aaaa. Brock! I… I’m coming..

– Yes! Come on! Together!

Rumlow lies down on top of you for the last thrusts. It’s making it a little harder for you to move your hand, but you manage. The orgasm overpowers everything. You feel like you’re screaming. It’s always intense with Rumlow, he is an intense person. But still, you feel like last night and this morning have been more intense than usual.

You lie next to each other for a while, before you take a quick shower, and you get into your work clothes and leave for the SHIELD building. You’re sure that it’s the last time for you. But Rumlow seems pretty sure that everything will be sorted out.

When Rumlow parks the car in the garage, you take a deep breath. Rumlow takes your hand, and looks at you.

– Are you sure about this? I can talk to him alone. I’m just gonna show him the video of you being in the apartment the whole night. You don’t have to be there.

You squeeze his hand.

– Thank you, Brock. But I have to do this. I’m pretty sure he’ll fire me. But if he doesn’t I have to learn to deal with him.

– He’s not gonna fire you, YN!

You’re still not sure. But Rumlow seems determent, and that makes you feel a little better.

The elevator takes forever. Probably because you’re nervous. But still. Did it take this long last time? Rumlow holds your hand the entire time.

– I’m sorry, YN! I should never have left you.

– It’s not your fault, Brock! You were just following orders.

– Orders? Fuck!

Suddenly you feel scared again. When Rumlow is on edge about stuff. There must be a good reason.

– Something wrong?

– I disobeyed a direct order. I was NOT gonna tell you, not even after the mission. I’m lucky if he doesn’t fire me!

– He’s not gonna fire you, Brock. You’re his best agent. Aren’t you?

Rumlow looks at you. His look almost scares you. Is he scared of this Pierce guy?

– Good Agents don’t disobey orders, YN! And they sure as hell don’t let classified SHIELD operations become pillow talk.

You don’t know why. But the fear makes you angry. You never thought you’d ever get angry at Rumlow. And if you did, you never thought you’d actually show him that.

– Pillow talk? PILLOW TALK??!! Do you think me being thrown in jail is pillow talk? Do you think me almost getting shot, by my ex non the less, is pillow talk! I BECAME A PART OF THIS! THIS IS ALSO ABOUT ME! I ALMOST GOT KILLED! That’s not pillow talk, Brock. That’s real!

Rumlow doesn’t say anything. Nothing at all. Luckily the doors finally open, and you follow Rumlow out into the hall. He still doesn’t say a word. Did you go to far? Did you say something wrong? You really want to talk to him about it, but this is not the time nor the place to do that. And he’s not telling you to leave.

All the way down to Pierces office, Rumlow doesn’t turn around once. You just follow. You don’t know what else to do. Was this your first fight? Will it be the last? Is he mad at you? Did you just ruin everything? You decide not to think about it right now. Attack one problem at a time YN. First Pierce, then Brock.

Rumlow still doesn’t look at you, when you reach Pierces door. He just knocks. No more «Are you OK» or «I’ve got you». Maybe he doesn’t care if you’ll get fired. Deep breaths, YN. It is what it is.

– Come in, Rumlow!

Pierces voice from inside the office. Rumlow opens the door.

– So, you knew I’d come?

– Of course I knew. I’ve got eyes and ears in this entire building.

Pierce looks up from his papers, and see you.

– I can see you brought your little thief along as well. If Rollins didn’t come to talk to me before I’d have her thrown back in jail, where she belongs!

Rumlow goes all the way up to Pierces desk.

– She was in the apartment the entire night. She couldn’t have stolen anything. Besides we found the documents in Davids apartment.

– The David that conveniently is YNs ex. How well do you know her, Rumlow?

– I don’t have to know her, to know that she was in the apartment the entire night. Watch this, you’ll see.

Rumlow places the CD with the video on Pierces desk. Pierce looks at Rumlow.

– OK! I’ll watch it. I’ll have you both back here lunchtime. Remember she is not an employee at this time. Put her in Rollins’ office. And you! You go back to work.

With that he gestures for both of you to leave the office. Rumlow goes first, and you follow. He’s still not saying a word to you. Not in the elevator, and not for the walk to Rollins office.

Rollins office is almost identical to Rumlows. You walk over and sit down on the couch by the window. Rumlow shows you where there is things to drink, and tells you that he will pick you up when it’s time to face Pierce again. There is no emotion in his face or his voice. And you don’t want to ask either. But when he’s halfway out the door, and you still haven’t gotten so much as a little smile. You can’t keep your mouth shut anymore.

– Brock? Did we just have our first fight?

Rumlow turns around, and looks at you. Still no emotions. It’s like he shut them off.

– Yes!

Nothing more, just the yes. Before he closes the door.

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.

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– 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.

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– 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.

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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?