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nekoannie-chan · 1 year

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Wish I may, wish I might

Pairing: Jack Rollins X OFC (Jade Blake).

Word count: 1083 words.

Summary: Jack finally fell in love.

Warnings: Mention of smut, nothing explicit.

A/N: @azulatodoryuga Happy birthday!

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Jade put her hand on the knob of her new office. She had never believed that she would rise through the ranks in S.H.I.E.L.D., but most of all, she liked the fact that some of her colleagues had been angry when they announced that she would be promoted.

The only thing she didn't like was that she had to work with the STRIKE team. She had heard a lot about them, especially from the new Commander and Sub-Commander, but that didn't matter. No one was going to stop her.

Jade observed the roles of the new mission. It was not the type of mission that he was used to in his new position. That was up to other teams. Fortunately, there was no need to bring recruits, as this would be the first mission of these. However, in those last few days, there were too many missions and practically all the agents were busy; I would also leave work for recruits.

There was something he didn't like about the mission; he had to work with certain members of the STRIKE team. They usually work with the captain. In less than two hours, he would have to leave to meet with his teammates and start the mission. He had to hurry to finish reading the file.

She looked at her watch. They were five minutes late. She knew she hadn't left because she had all the equipment they were going to need. She didn't want to turn around. She knew that if she saw them, she would claim them, wait until they were in front of her, and of course, they would have an apology.

However, she was surprised that as soon as a man arrived, she was sure that he was not Rumlow, but there was something that caught her attention, although she could not tell at the time what it was.

"You must be Blake," Jack said, standing in front of Jade with an unfriendly gesture.

Jade Blake, Commander of the Recruit Team, "corrected him," squinting. She couldn't believe he was so rude. She was starting to draw a lot of conclusions in her head.

"Jack Rollins," he said, not taking his gaze away from her.

"And Commander Rumlow?"

"He had to go on a last-minute mission with Rogers, but I'll handle this," Jack said.

Jade saw it from head to toe. She was not entirely convinced. However, she would have to adapt to make the mission work. What she least wanted was to have problems or to believe that she was not suitable for the position.

The mission was successful, although Jack didn't seem to be someone who talked much, or maybe he was angry. Jade had already grown tired of Jack's attitude, even though they were a good team.

"It bothers you that a woman is in charge," Jade said.

"No, it doesn’t."

"You lie," Jade snapped, "she had lost patience. She had never worked with anyone like him.

I don't usually trust anyone, but I think you do it very well. "But I don't understand why you were sent on this mission if you are the commander of the recruits," Jack said without flinching.

"Because you have to recruit someone else," Jade joked, or maybe she had been startled for no reason. Jack looked at her incredulously. No, we don't have to recruit anyone, but it seems like all the agents were busy.

A few hours later, they decided to stop at a fast-food restaurant. Jade saw that things were changing and Jack's behavior was beginning to change, even seeming friendlier.

"I've heard a lot about you and Rumlow," Jade commented, then ate the bite.

"No one really knows us. Everything you've heard is probably a lie.

As the weeks went by, Jack and Jade spent more time together. Whenever they could, they went out several times, especially to the cafeteria near the Triskelion.

"So, who is Jack Rollins?" Jade asked before taking a sip of her milkshake.

"I am," Jack replied, with a nod of obviousness.

"No, I mean, what's behind that bad boy face? Why did you join SHIELD? "

"My sister."

"Your sister also works for the organization," Jade said as if it were confirmation.

For "No, she doesn't... it doesn't matter," Jack wasn't sure if he should tell her the real reasons. Few people knew about Leah.

"Jack, you're hiding something, even if it doesn't seem like it. You're very easy to read.

"Did you know that SH.I.E.L.D. has great health insurance?"

"I assumed, given the kind of work we do, there could be any kind of injury. This is a very risky job, I think you know that," Jade replied.

"It also works for relatives."

"I don't understand."

"I'm in SHIELD because of my sister." "She needs a lot of care," Jack finally said. Jade looked at him and then understood what was happening.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, I'm just making you uncomfortable. "

"Only two people had discovered it. You are the third. "

"I hope one day I'll be able to meet her."

"I think he's going to like you."

After dinner, Jack accompanied her home. Jade got off the bike, took off her helmet and smiled at her. They walked together to the door of Jade's apartment.

I had a great time; I don't know if you want to pass or you have to leave... "

Jack kissed her, closing the apartment door behind him, fiercely taking off her clothes as they walked into the room. For several hours of the night, the bodies danced in ecstasy.

Jade opened her eyes and smiled as she noticed that she was lying on Jack's chest. She had never felt anything like it before.

"Hello."

"Last night was..."

"Fantastic."

I was going to say phenomenal, but I like fantastic. "We have to go to work, so I'll go for a bath, in case you want to join me," Jade said as she winked.

Jade bit the top of the feather slightly. She had never felt anything like it, but now she needed to know that it was exactly her and Jack. She was startled to hear someone knocking on her door. She frowned when she saw that it was one of the recruits. Then she saw the watch. She was late for the tests that were going to be administered to the recruits that day. In fact, she had completely forgotten. After that, she would talk to Jack.

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azulatodoryuga · 1 year

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I'll Wait For You

Character: Jack Rollins

Warning: A little Sad, reference to smut.

Note: This shot was born from a writing challenge by @nekoannie-chan whom I thank for translating it into English. It will also be published on my Wattpad. The english version will be exclusive for Tumblr.

Phrase: "We are not murderers, but we're not angels either" Song: Don't you see by Zard. "That's because I'm afraid of getting hurt", "Don't you see", "Even though I ask and pray for miracles and memories"

In one of New York’s parks, a couple of kids were walking around, each going their separate ways until they inevitably bumped into each other.

—So, you’re not from around here, are you? — asks the boy without taking his eyes off you.

—No, we just arrived, I am... — you heard your mother’s call—Oops, I have to go! — you got closer to the boy while taking off your bracelet — I’m Y/N — you told him your name even though you knew you shouldn’t, — Just Y/N — you smiled sweetly as you put on your bracelet. Your mother called you back— I’ll wait for you here next time — and you started to run in your mother’s direction.

—I’m Jack Rollins — he yells at you as you run away.

As you lost sight of him, Jack looks at the bracelet more closely, a Tous bracelet, with a silver pearl. He understood that this was a promise that you would see each other again.

Several days passed since their first and only meeting, Jack went on multiple occasions to the park where he would spend hours before returning home. Despite his best efforts, he never saw you again.

16 years later

Despite the time that had passed, Jack had not forgotten you, deep down he still hoped to meet you, to be able to recognize you just by looking at you even though you were already an adult like him, that simple idea could have kept him entertained for hours.

—We have a mission — Brock reported, bursting into his office.

—What did I tell you about no knocking?

—We’re meeting with an informant — Brock continues speaking, ignoring his friend’s question. who is also a black-market trader, it looks like we’ll take care of making a deal with her.

—Is the mission HYDRA or S.H.I.E.L.D?

—Both, the information is for SHIELDRA, but the weapons are for HYDRA.

This type of mission was not strange for them, on multiple occasions they performed missions for both sides, although of course, S.H.I.E.L.D. didn’t know everything.

—Here is the file with the information, we leave in a few hours — he hands him the file and then leaves.

Jack takes the file to review it, and as soon as he opens it, he is perplexed by the woman in the image. He is not sure if his mind is playing a bad joke on him or if it is really you.

The resemblance was undeniable, but curiously your real name was not in the file, only names you usually use, your alias and what caught his attention the most, your relationship with the Mercury Clan.

The Mercury Clan was a clan of informants and black-market dealers that have helped both HYDRA and S.H.I.E.L.D. since its inception, in a neutral way, which they continued to do to this day, as very few of their members knew about HYDRA and continued to keep it a secret.

Which they continued to do to this day, as very few of their members knew about HYDRA and continued to keep it a secret.

Jack runs up his sleeve to uncover the bracelet you gave him, already a bit worn due to the years, but still in good condition.

“Will she really be her, will she remember me, if she’s from the Mercury Clan...why wouldn’t she...? No, first I have to make sure it’s really her”

The agreed-upon place was a rustic-style outdoor bar — very nice, actually. It wasn’t long before they found you. Jack saw you at the bar, sitting at the bar with your drink and an elegant black dress.

—Let me come over first; maybe it will make everything easier — Jack asked. Though the request was strange, Brock didn’t refuse.

Jack fought his nerves as he approached where you are. After taking a seat right next to you, he ordered a drink. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye; he looked familiar, but for the moment, you had to wait for S.H.I.E.L.D., so you would worry about him later. The bartender hands Jack his drink, and he finally decides to speak before taking a sip.

—Just Y/N, right? — he said, however, to threaten him, you immediately turned to see him after hearing your name, but something stopped you, you managed to see his bracelet as the sleeve didn’t cover it much because of the position it was in. You’re not from around here, are you?

—Jack? — you asked, he nodded, and both of our hearts started beating like you never had before.

—I know it’s been a long time — he interrupted.

—16 years, in fact — you said, he nodded.

—But, I’m the one you were going to meet.

—Aren’t you supposed to come with someone? — I was informed that there would be two people — you questioned confused.

—Right, I’ll call Brock in a momento — Jack mentally smacked himself, completely forgetting about Brock. You both stood up to go to a farther place, Jack motioned to Brock.

—Let’s go on like nothing — I’ll look for you after this, and this time, I’m going to find you, Jack.

—Don’t you remember my surname? — he asked, noticing you were waiting for him to say his surname. You laughed softly in response.

—You told me that while I was running, I only managed to hear your name; even so, I looked for you like a crazy person when I grew up — you admitted, to which he smiled wider.

—Jack Rollins, I’ll wait for you, but don’t make me wait another 16 years — you bot laughed at his joke.

��What about him? — you asked, Jack, turns in confusion to find Brock, giving a muffled, barely audible scream. I imagine he’s your partner — Jack nods.

After introducing yourselves and moving away from the people, the three of you started your work. The mission was a success. Jack and Brock returned to the city, but something wasn’t right; there was no sign of you after the bar, but Jack still has faith that he will see you again.

As soon as he enters his apartment, the smell of food enters his nostrils, putting him on alert. Without making a sound, he pulls out his gun and goes to the kitchen, but not before he can peek out.

—I know you’ve already arrived — you say, Jack is startled to hear your voice and comes out of hiding, not believing that it’s really you, who is now on his back cooking. I heard you when you opened the door.

—How did you get in here?

"I have my tricks," you turned off the stove to look at him, "and I told you I'd find you this time, didn't I?" You smiled mischievously. We have a lot to talk about, Jack Rollins.

And that was just the beginning. It didn’t take long for your relationship to evolve into something more than a friendship. Unfortunately, a few weeks later you had to leave New York, your job prevented you from staying in one place for too long.

—I’ll be back — you assured him. You lay down on his bare chest. It’ll only be a couple of days and I’ll be back... or you could come with me.

—I doubt that will happen — he replies despondently. Leaving HYDRA wouldn’t be easy.

—In case you don’t remember, the Mercury Clan is respected by S.H.I.I.E.L.D. and HYDRA — you mention, Jack stands up a little in surprise, holding you by the back.

—You know about...?

—From the beginning, honey, but don’t worry, his secret is always safe with us — the idea of you knowing about HYDRA had already crossed his mind, but he never dared to confirm it or broach the subject; he didn’t want to take any risks.

—Can I ask a question? Why are you still keeping the HYDRA secret?

—Very simple, money and an infinite amount of information about the government, organizations and everything in general. You’d be surprised how much happens in a single day.

—Is there anything else I should know? — at his question you force his chest, to forcé him to lie down.

—That’s not for free — the lust is noticeable in your voice — I have a couple of hours before I leave — you both looked at each other with complicity to kiss and take advantage of the hours you still had left.

Their long-distance relationship was not easy at the beginning; you were almost always busy with work, especially since you were traveling almost all the time, but with time you managed to find a way to carry their relationship. Jack told Brock about your relationship a few months into it.

You could say that you became the informant and personal salesperson for both of you, and Jack was in charge of the payment.

Over the years, on several occasions, you proposed to Jack and Brock to join your clan; both always refused. HYDRA indeed has respect for the Mercury Clan, but the fear that HYDRA would rise against your clan was always present, even though you assured them that it would not be a real problem.

But, the real problems started to arrive with the discovery of Captain America, as well as the god who fell in New Mexico, also the scientist who turns into a green creature and the billionaire with his metal suit and thousands of weapons who to top it all off was part of the Avengers initiative along with two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

Things changed from one moment to the next at HYDRA. It became more complicated to deal with superiors.

—Come with us, come with me; let me protect you — you begged Jack. Who had just arrived at his apartment, taking him by surprise.

—You know I can’t, especially not now with what they’re planning with the helicopters; if we run now, they’ll kill us all.

—I’m aware of that, Jack! "

—Then why do you insist that I run away with you when things are getting worse and we could both end up dead?!

—That’s because I’m afraid of getting hurt! — Jack was speechless — Don’t you see? Even though I ask and pray for miracles and memories, you’re not willing to take that step. Despite everything we went through, you’re still hesitating?

—How do you know that nothing will go wrong? — his voice was full of fear. You approached him and placed your hands on his face.

—We are not assassins, but we are not angels either... my father and our leader made a deal with Pierce, we will be fine, just... come with me — silence took over the room.

—Could you give me a few days? — you felt as if a bucket of cold water had fallen on you. Let me solve some things — You looked at him surprised; because of his question, you thought he would want time to think about it. " As soon as I solve them, we can leave, I promise.

—I’ll wait for you, I promise

You sealed their promise with a kiss. But he couldn’t keep his promise, things didn’t go the way he expected no one expected this whole mess to happen.

HYDRA’s existence was revealed, as were its secrets and those of S.H.I.E.L.D., not to mention the destruction of the Helicarrier and the Triskelion. Many HYDRA members managed to escape or were either killed or captured, to Jack’s fortune or misfortune, he was among those captured.

—Mr Rollins, it is time for your transfer to Raft Prison — reports the guard, opening Jack’s cell.

He didn’t give any resistance, there was no reason to fight anymore, the guilt of not having fulfilled what he swore to you was eating him, he had no idea where you were and the only thing he knew about Brock was that he was in the hospital.

He was taken on one of the jets along with other prisoners. Everyone was silent; no one said anything. Suddenly, one of the guards attacked the other two with electric darts, knocking them unconscious.

Most of the prisoners began to celebrate, but others were not sure if this was a good or bad thing.

—We can now go to the real destination — the pilot reported — Release him! — the guard immediately approaches Jack and releases him, who is stunned by the situation and unsure of what is going on.

—Hey, what about us? — one of the prisoners exclaims.

—The lady only ordered us to release him." Be satisfied with not going to prison for the time being.

“Y/N?”

—Hold on, we’re going to land — reports the pilot, but before Jack can ask, he looks out the windshield to see where you are and is stunned when his gaze meet yours. Both of their breaths became agitated.

As soon as the jet came to a complete stop on the ground, you both approached the back of the jet and as soon as the hatch opened, Jack shot out to meet you again. You hugged each other tightly without hurting the other, almost in tears, you thought you would never see each other again.

—How did you...?

—It doesn’t matter — you pulled away from him and took his hand in which you placed his bracelet — I couldn’t wait for you any longer — you both laughed at your comment. Then Jack kissed your hand.

—Neither could I.

—Come — you took his hand with both of yours and started walking. It’s time to go home, your friend will be here in a few days.

—Brock? — He sounded surprised, and you just nodded.

Maybe it didn’t seem like a big change to go from HYDRA to a clan of informants and black-market traders, but in reality, it was, at least for him, because, as strange as it may seem, for the first time in a long time, he felt free, and all thanks to you.

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talia-rumlow · 16 days

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Home Sweet Home (AU Brock Rumlow/Original Female Character) Chapter Two

WORDCOUNT: 6574

TRIGGERS: Mentions of domestic abuse, rascism and sexism

HAPPY READING!

CHAPTER TWO - RED LIGHTS!

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The morning sun peeked through Calleigh's rose gold curtains, stirring her awake. With a displeased groan, she realized another scorching day likely lay ahead, perhaps even hotter than the 95°F heat of yesterday. Tossing aside her covers, Calleigh sat up in bed and surveyed her childhood bedroom, its pink hues and whimsical accents still soothing to her now. The intricate gold pattern on the pink walls, chosen at age 13, complemented the plush, baby pink carpet underfoot. Her royal blue queen bed anchored the west wall, facing east, with nightstands and lamps on either side. Almost the entire east wall was covered with closets, all painted in the same colors as the rest of the room. A little to the right, closer to the windows was the Rattan hanging egg chair that Calleigh, when she was around ten had demanded should go in her room, even though it was a lounge chair for outside use. And to her dad's surprise the chair still sat in that exact same spot to this very day. On the other side of the windows, on the west wall her dressing table sat by the only wallpapered section, its pink, butterfly print matching Calleigh's longtime affection for the color and winged creatures. She can't help but think back. How soothing it was to walk in here, when she came to visit her dad. How good it felt to sit down on the bed, and be home again. Even if she grew up living with her mom, she still lived here in Mansfield. So Mansfield and Texas were always home. And when her mom relocated them to New York all of that changed overnight. She never wants to go back there, she’s not even sure she ever wants to visit New York again. Calleigh takes a deep breath, forcing herself to think about better times. Family gatherings at the lake house for the 4th of July, block parties, birthday parties, family vacations with both her parents. All the memories of chasing butterflies by the lake house, and choosing pink everything seems really far away now.

Calleigh covers her face with her hands, then she lets out another displeased noise before she lets herself fall back on to the bed. She's gonna die in this heat, and a bikini is a piece of clothing she'll be caught dead in, before wearing in front of Brock. No bikini meant no poolside, and no poolside meant that she would be dead before this weekend ended. Brock. She thinks for herself. This is all his fault. Why did he have to come here and look all sexy and stuff? Brock. Stupid Brock.

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As he nears Jack's house, Brock slows to a jog and glances at his exercise watch. Having a place to stay along his usual running route made mornings easy for Brock, whether he was home or away. Workout clothes were always packed, no matter where he traveled overnight. Even on vacation, he needed a morning workout to energize him before breakfast. When his therapist Jillian had suggested that regular exercise might help him relax, Brock was skeptical at first. However, he decided to give it a try, and it helped tremendously - now he was hooked. Rain or shine, sickness or health, he had to take his morning run.

Jack's majestic house stood out from others on the street with its perfectly manicured lawn, oversized beige asphalt driveway framed by flower beds separating it from the lawn, and three garages reflecting Jack's undying love for vintage cars. The light gray exterior complemented the dark grayish-blue window details and carved roof accents. The house was way too big for Jack, but he was dead set on that house. Wanting Calleigh to have a big backyard and front lawn to play in, and of course there was the pool. Brock remembers that. Thinking back, he can remember the exact date Jack bought the house. Between tours, when Calleigh was about two years old, Jack became the proud owner of this house. Of course the house had gone through some serious upgrades over the years, but the memories still lived in the walls.

Bending his knees a little, leaning his palms on his thighs, trying to catch his breath again. It was harder to run in this heat, but not impossible. Feeling the coolness of his sweat running down his back, he quickly takes a look up towards the windows in Calleigh's room. His heart does that jump again. Wondering what she's doing right now. He takes a deep breath. Calleigh's room. Jesus, Brock. He thinks for himself. You gotta stop this. It's not just anyone, it's Calleigh. Shaking his head at himself, and dragging his hand through his hair as he walks the last meters up to the house.

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Calleigh puts the mascara back and takes a look at herself in the mirror. She looks older but her dressing table still looks like it did when she was 16. Funny photobooth pictures of her, Molly and Jess along the right side of the mirror, and some butterfly ornaments on the other side. In the middle, she looks at herself. 20 years old, back in her dad's house, back where she can see her friends every day, back to what she knows. But it still feels different. Very different.

Looking over her perfumes, she opted for one of the more subtle ones. A subtle rose scent. She doesn't want to make it too obvious that she wants to smell good for him. One spray on her neck, then one spray on her left wrist, before she rubs her wrists together, and then drags them over the back of her ears. This'll do. He's not into her like that anyway, so maybe she should just let it go. The problem is that she has no idea how to do that. Every time he's around her stomach swoops, and her heart goes into this unfamiliar rhythm. And she feels safe around him, and it's been a long time since she felt safe. Maybe that's it. Yeah, that's probably why. It has to be that.

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After a quick shower, Brock feels compelled to make a hearty breakfast for Calleigh, though he's not entirely sure why. He has an inexplicable desire for her to see him in a new light. Brock struggles to understand these sudden feelings as he rummages through the kitchen cabinets to prepare the meal.

The kitchen featured an open, airy layout like the rest of the house. A massive kitchen island anchored the space between the dining room to the south and the living room's TV area to the west. The island's intricate gray marble pattern matched the carpet under the living room furniture, creating a cohesive, relaxing look. The east wall offered ample counter space and storage with floor cabinets to accommodate every gadget. A modern marble backsplash and floating shelves displaying personal memorabilia gave this wall a sleek yet personal feel. The corner connecting the east wall to the north wall held the door leading into Jack's expansive pantry, a room overflowing with bright colors and mouth-watering smells from fresh produce and spices that made Brock hungry. Further along the North wall was the side by side stainless steel fridge, more counter space and storage, the massive cooktop with the stainless steel ventilator that gave the top shelves design that extra flair and then more counter space, all held together by that light marble backsplash. The massive kitchen island held a sitting area on the south side and on the north side was the kitchen sink, even more counter space, and underneath the north side stood the dishwasher and the stove, all with that stainless steel design. Brock enjoyed cooking in this kitchen. It was easy to navigate, everything was in reach from one place, making cooking easy, no matter how intricate the dish was. It was evident that Jack had designed this kitchen with that in mind.

After Brock had everything he needed on the counter he started to work on the breakfast. Cracking six eggs into the pan, he then adds the butter. Remembering how his mom taught him how to make scrambled eggs like this. As fond memories fill his head, he glances over the array or produce on the counter; a symphony of colors from ripe bananas, fresh strawberries, raspberries, and blueberries, salad, cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, milk, crème fraîche, spices and bacon. There's no question that he's making a hearty and filling breakfast for both Calleigh and himself. Brock places the bacon into another pan, he then adds some water, so the bacon will cook perfectly; another trick he learned from his mom.

When the eggs are done, he adds some crème fraîche for creaminess. Taking the eggs of the heat, he starts to cut up the fruit. This protein shake is also a part of his morning routine. It helps his body recover after his morning jog, and it's a better energizer than coffee. He hopes Calleigh will enjoy it as well. Thinking about her makes his heart spread that warm feeling again. Lost in his own thoughts about blond hair, kissable lips and gemstone eyes; he doesn't notice Calleigh coming down the stairs.

The smell of scrambled eggs and the sizzling bacon frying in the pan bring a smile to Calleigh's face as she descends the stairs. She watches Brock easily navigate the kitchen, carefully examining him as he puts berries, oatmeal, bananas, and milk into the blender before turning it on. The blender mixes the ingredients into a thick, milkshake-like substance. Brock gets out two glasses and pours the mixture into them.

“What are you doing?” Calleigh questions as she takes a seat at the kitchen island.

"Jesus!" Brock gasps, dropping the two glasses. They shatter on the floor, scattering purple liquid and glass shards in a chaotic pattern.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you!” Calleigh rushes around the kitchen island, grabs a cloth and sits down on the floor to help clean everything up.

Brock kneels down as well, looking at Calleigh. “This Stealth thing you got going on… Is that on purpose or is it something you picked up in New York?” He asks, as Calleigh carefully tries to gather all the shards into one pile. “Hey, Calleigh, be careful, you might –”

“Ouch!” Calleigh gasps, shaking her hand, before putting the bleeding finger into her mouth.

“Cut yourself…” Brock continues. The sight of Calleigh sucking on her fingertip makes his stomach do an interesting swoop. He swallows thickly. “Come here,” he tells her, then he gets up and offers his hand to her.

Calleigh slowly takes his hand. The feeling she gets from his touch does something to her, even if it's just from his hand in hers. Brock gets the water running, then he puts Calleigh's bleeding finger under it. Gently brushing his thumb over the wound to see how bad it is. Calleigh swallows, carefully drinking Brock in. How his eyes examined her, he has that concerned look, as if he's hurt by her being hurt. Those small touches from his thumb makes Calleigh's knees go weak. And then her stomach does that jump again. She's had butterflies in her stomach before, but this is different. This is something else entirely.

“Doesn't look too bad,” Brock feels that his voice is shaking. Why does Calleigh have this effect on him? “You probably won't even need a bandaid,” he continues, lifting Calleigh's finger up to her mouth again. He's not exactly sure why, because her sucking on her finger makes his blood flow to places that aren't suitable for it to flow when it comes to best friends' daughters. “Just suck on it some more, your saliva will stop the bleeding,” he adds, clearing his throat. He feels like he's back in high school, making a move on his crush. And if he's completely honest with himself, he's confused by the fact that Calleigh seems to want him this close. Maybe he's just fooling himself. His track record with girlfriends isn't exactly paved with green flags and good choices.

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Jack drums his fingers on the massive oval table. Clearing his throat he looks over the other people around the table with him.

His corporate lawyer, Stephen Grayson sat to his right, with a stack of papers in front of him. Looking like his authoritarian self. Mr. Grayson had been the business’ corporate lawyer for the past 14 years. Jack trusted his judgment, and not only that Mr. Grayson was also Jessica's father. Given Calleigh, Molly and Jessica's friendship that had lasted ever since preschool. His friendship with Mr. Grayson and his wife were personal as well.

Mrs. Kensington, his HR representative sat to his left, along with three representatives from the business’ legal team. Katherine Kensington was approaching retirement, and was supposed to be in Seattle with the younger generation of the HR team. But given that this had turned into a little bit more than just a tiny legal crisis, Jack had to pull her from her Seattle duties, and bring her to Chicago, to clear up this messy situation.

Next to Katherine was Clint Barton; the dirty blonde 32 year old was a fairly new addition to the legal team. A talented legal adviser, who had a brilliant future ahead of him in the legal world. Jack was lucky to have a man like Clint Barton on his team.

On Clint's left side was Maria Hill, a brunette who was more fierce than her innocent look portrayed her to be. Maria could silence a room in seconds, with her brilliant legal jargon and her in depth knowledge about previous precedential cases. Maria was without a doubt a good lawyer to have by his side.

On Maria's left side was Virginia Potts, the blonde 47-year old who had earned herself the nickname ‘Pepper’, due to her highly unorthodox ways on resolving legal problems. No matter what the case was, Virginia always had a way to bring some Pepper into it. Jack had brought her with him to these negotiations for that exact reason.

On the other side of the table sat Kevin Saunders, with his lawyers. Mr. Sauders was a former employee who was now threatening to sue Rollins Delivery for misconduct and wrongful termination. The problem at hand was that Mr. Saunders had proposed a settlement that the company did not agree to. To be frank, Jack wouldn't agree to give Mr. Saunders anything. He had created a toxic work environment in their Chicago location, especially with his sexist and down right racist behavior. The termination was both rightful, needed and way overdue. This whole case was an unnecessary waste of Jack's time.

“My client has freedom of speech, the same way you have. You can't terminate people simply because they don’t share your views or your belief system,” Mr. Sauders lawyer says with a firm determined voice.

Jack takes a deep breath, forcing himself not to give Mr. Saunders a piece of his mind. The Rollins delivery business had always been known for their open-mindedness. Even when Jack's grandfather started the business in the aftermath of WWII, they had been ahead of their time when it came to work safety and employees rights.

Jack had grown up in a family where his mom was a democrat and his dad was a republican. Having grown up with daily discussions about various political issues. Jack had grown up to appreciate both parties. He based his living on the best from both sides. But he always kept politics out of his business life. Aside from the various national benefits and cooperations the business had arranged to help less fortunate families, military Veterans or orphans around the country, politics was never brought into the business.

“Racism is hardly a belief system,” Virginia replies firmly, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms over her chest. “Mr. Rollins here,” she continues as she gestures towards Jack. “Takes pride in hiring people based on their skills. Race, sexual orientation, religion or political standpoint has not nor will ever be a part of the hiring process at Rollins Delivery,” Virginia's voice remains firm and determined, she leans forward as she's talking. Her eyes fixed on Mr. Saunders. If Jack hadn't known that the guy had no conscience, he could have sworn he saw fear on his face.

"You've misunderstood, Miss Potts," Mr. Saunders' lawyer replies to Virginia's statement, his slick suit belying his aging body. "It was just a friendly joke between colleagues, not racism." The lawyer was a gentleman in his 50's with dark hair graying at the temples, brown eyes framed by bushy brows and lashes, and firm lips pursed in defense of his client.

Virginia starts to defend herself, but Mr. Grayson raises his hand, silencing her before she can speak. He pulls a paper from the stack on the table, slides it over to Mr. Saunders, and clears his throat. "Mr. Saunders, please read what's written on that document," says Mr. Grayson, his mild-mannered 49-year-old face taking on a stern lawyerly expression.

Mr. Saunders takes the document and quickly reads it over. Jack follows his movements as Mr. Saunders swallows thickly. “Stupid Nigros stinking up this office, no better than Mexicans. They probably can't even speak English,” Mr. Saunders reads, then he takes a break, and swallows again before he continues “and those Latina ladies that started last week. The only time I like them is when they're on their backs,” he continues, before he clears his throat. When he opens his mouth to say something, his lawyer gestures for him to stop talking.

“I need some time to discuss this with my client,” Mr. Saunders' lawyer informs.

“I don't see why not. We'll meet back here after lunch, to discuss this further,” Mr. Grayson replies. “And Mr. Saunders,” he continues. “I have more documents like that,” Mr. Grayson informs him as he gets up.

Jack watches as Mr. Saunders marched out of the office, with his entourage. He then takes a deep breath before he looks at Mr. Grayson. Without sharing any words on the topic, Jack understands that that comment about Latinas hit Mr. Grayson harder than he lets people know. His wife and Jessica's mom Eliana Lucía was Latina, and Jessica had inherited some of the Latina genes. A comment like that about a dear friend of Jack's and one of his daughter's best friends made Jack's blood boil. He could just imagine how Mr. Grayson must feel about it.

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After breakfast, Calleigh went back upstairs to her room, while Brock went out into the backyard with his phone and his laptop, to answer some emails and look over some work papers. The Rollins house became eerie quiet for a while, as they both did their own things to clear their heads.

Calleigh had changed into a bikini, underneath her white summer dress. Not sure if she would dare to actually jump in the pool. But it felt good to know that she could. She took a quick swing through the kitchen, picking up two water bottles from the fridge, before she headed outside.

The backyard is like a haven for home decor lovers, a place Jack has carefully crafted over the years. It's a showcase of his great taste and perfectionism. The patio boasts slick, light beige tiles, and to the west, the garden room dining area has evolved over time to welcome guests for various occasions. The built-in BBQ, with ample storage and counter space, and the bar, a relic from Jack and Brock's past adventures, stand as tokens of good times and hungover mornings.

On the east side, there's a lawn with a swing set and a sandbox that Jack got for Calleigh when she was six. In the middle of it all is the majestic pool, featuring four half-submerged sunbeds on the north side and four on the south. The blue tiles on the pool floor create a mesmerizing reflection of the sun, turning poolside relaxation into an eye-catching treat. When night falls, the pool lights up, setting a romantic and peaceful atmosphere.

Calleigh used to love slipping into her bikini for weekend hangouts with Molly and Jess, indulging in snacks and late-night gossip. But with Brock around, parading in a bikini now feels impossible.

“You want some water?” Calleigh asks, as she’s approaching Brock.

Brock jumps, almost dropping his phone. “Jesus, Calleigh! You gotta stop doing that, or else I'll die from a heart attack before this weekend ends,” he laughs as he takes the bottle of water from her hand. Once again his fingertips brushes over her skin.

“Sorry, I didn't know you were so jumpy,” Calleigh giggles. Then she turns around, walks over to the pool, checking the water out with her left foot. It would be heaven to jump in there right about now. She glances over at Brock, before deciding against stripping down to her bikini for the tenth time this morning.

“You know, I could teach you some new self-defense techniques,” Brock laughs. “Just so you don't have to scare people half to death all the time,” he continues with a playful smile.

“You think I need to learn self-defense?” Calleigh replies, tilting her head and folding her arms over her chest. “This is Mansfield, it's much safer than New York,” she continues, tilting her head a little more trying to look innocent.

“That, right there!” Brock snaps his fingers. “That's why you should learn self-defense. Pretty young girls like you. Self-defense should be mandatory,” he continues. “You don't know how many men in disguise you'll meet in your life. It'll be much easier for you if you knew how to handle yourself,”

Calleigh swallows, her heart goes ice cold. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't get a word out. She forces back her tears, tracing the joints on the patio tiles.

“Hey, Calleigh. You alright?” Brock questions, his brows pinched in concern, as he walks over to her. When Calleigh doesn't answer he continues. “Calleigh? I didn't mean that–”

“No, I'm fine,” Calleigh cuts him off. “I was just… you know, thinking,” she continues. Hoping that Brock won't ask any follow up questions.

Brock takes a few more steps towards Calleigh, carefully placing his hands on her shoulders. He feels a need to protect her, comfort her. It's obvious that something he said triggered her in some way, and he absolutely hates that. “I didn't mean it like that, Calleigh,” he starts, but without any clue whatsoever on how to end that sentence. The feeling of his palms against her naked shoulders make the words disappear on the journey from his mind to his mouth. Brock glances over her white summer dress. It has the same butterfly pattern as the shirt she wore yesterday. She always had this thing for butterflies. It was fascinating to him that that love for the winged creatures had stuck with her even into adulthood. Clearing his throat, as he frantically tries to find the right words. “Last year… err.. Me and some of the guys down at the VA, we… We had a class for women who had experienced domestic abuse. I just.. err.. Thought that.. Maybe I could teach you a thing or two,” he continues, trying to meet Calleigh's eyes to find out how she's reacting to what he just said. If she somehow figured out that his suggestion was more about him having an excuse to touch her rather than self-defense. He knew and Calleigh knew, that after four years living in New York, she already knew how to handle herself.

“Okay, teach me,” Calleigh smiles innocently. It's safest to switch subjects. And maybe get to be a little bit closer to Brock. It's okay, right? When he's teaching her self-defense. There's no harm in that… Right?

Brock looks at Calleigh, inquisitively raising a brow. “Re.. err” Brock clears his throat. “Really?”

“Mhmm..” Calleigh replies, still flashing him her most innocent smile, and tilting her head.

Brock clears his throat again. How will he get through this? Is she flirting with him too? His head is a big mess of wires right now, all of which leads to Calleigh.

“Err.. Right. If someone comes at you like this..” Brock informs, taking a step towards Calleigh.

“Then I have my pepper spray,” Calleigh replies, lifting her hand mimicking using the spray.

“Yeah, I imagine you will,” Brock smiles, raising his brows. “But what if your attacker does this?” He continues. Grabbing Calleigh's wrist, then he spins her around and pins both of her arms in front of her. Pulling her close to him in a tight grip. The feeling of her body this close to his makes his blood flow to his crotch. Shit, he thinks. This might have been a bad idea. “What will you do then?” Brock asks, taking a deep breath letting it out slowly. Forcing his body to stop reacting the way it does.

Calleigh gasps from Brock's sudden move. The feeling of his strong arms around her, immobilizing her, sends shivers down her spine, and her stomach does that jump again. They're so close she can feel his chest rising when he's breathing, and smell the earthy spice from his perfume. His chest rises, before Calleigh feels him letting it out slowly, his warm breath tickles her ear. “I..I don't know…” she lets out. “Prepare to die?” She continues, with a little nervous laugh attached to it.

“Dying wasn't exactly part of my plan,” Brock chuckles. “Though the heat might take a few years off,” he continues. “Now what would you do to get out of my grip?” He asks. Ambivalent as to if he wants Calleigh to take her time, so he can hold her longer, or if she should be quick, so he can let go.

Calleigh swallows. To have Brock this close, it's intoxicating. And despite her lack of experience, it does feel like Brock likes to be this close to her. “Like this?” Calleigh asks, before she tugs her arms down, and out of Brock's grip.

“Bad move, sweetheart,” Brock replies. Grabbing both her arms, bending them before pinning them behind her back, forcing Calleigh to bend forward. “Now you're in a position you really can't get out of,” he shakily adds. Then he lets her go. Having her behind pressed against his groin is doing things to him. Things he really doesn't want Calleigh to know about. This is wrong, so, so wrong. “Try again?” He finally asks, when he feels that his voice is back to normal.

“Mmmhmm,” Calleigh mumbles, nervously biting the inside of her cheek. There's gotta be some sort of unwritten rule about things like this. Brock is her dad's best friend. Shake it off, Calleigh. Shake. It. Off. She thinks for herself, unknowingly shaking her hands, as she once again lines herself up, back against Brock, waiting for his arms to wrap around her.

“Okay…,” Brock breathes out, as he once again wraps his arms around Calleigh. “Now, yank your elbows up and outwards as hard and as fast as you manage,” he continues.

“Won't I hurt you?” Calleigh asks. The feeling of Brock's breath on her neck sends shivers through her body, all the way out to her toes and fingertips.

“Well, that's kinda the idea sweetheart,” Brock chuckles. “That's how you'll get away,” he continues.

Calleigh swallows. For a split second she's taken over by an inexplicable urge to lean her head back against Brock's shoulder. She feels so safe in his embrace, and he smells so good. A spicy earthy perfume, that fits him just perfect. Pulling herself together, she quickly yanks her elbows up and outwards, like Brock told her to. “Like this?” She asks.

With her sudden move, Brock's arms lose their grip around her for a split second.

“Now you can move away from me, if you're fast enough,” Brock informs. “Then you can use your pepper spray, which will give you a chance to get away,” he continues, then he clears his throat. Once again he has to tell himself that this is Calleigh. Jack's daughter.

Calleigh took a deep breath, reluctant to move away from him. It had been ages since she felt this safe. “But what if you’re too strong? What if the elbow trick doesn’t work?” she asked, wanting to prolong this moment, to feel his sturdy presence against hers. It felt so secure, despite the fact that he was supposed to be practicing an attack on her.

“Well,” Brock chuckled nervously, taking a deep breath. “You actually have a lower center of gravity than me, so you could easily throw me over your shoulder,” he explained. “But we won’t try that now,” he added quickly, still caught up in the scent of her rose perfume, which almost hypnotized him. His heart raced oddly, a mix of slow and fast beats that left him unaware that he was still holding her.

“So, You've got me? I'm doomed?” Calleigh pressed on, her heart racing. Brock’s breath and facial hair tickled her cheek and neck, sending waves of warmth through her body. Her stomach fluttered in a completely new way.

“You’re not doomed, Calleigh. You can still get out of this. It’ll just be a bit tougher,” Brock assured her, struggling to keep his composure. The warmth emanating from Calleigh made it difficult to focus. “Now, put your right leg behind my right leg, then push my leg forward while moving your body backward,” he instructed.

“But won’t you lose balance?” Calleigh questioned.

“I’ll hold my ground,” Brock whispered in response, his concentration wavering.

Calleigh carefully places her foot behind Brocks before pushing his leg forward and her body backwards.

“Whoa,” Brock almost yells; trying to regain his balance he grabs Calleigh a little tighter. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he continues, as he gets more and more out of balance. Letting go of Calleigh is a no go by now, they'll both hit the water no matter what he does. This was definitely not part of his plan. He can't stop them from going into the water fully clothed. The only thing he can do now is to make sure Calleigh isn't hurt in any way.

The second Calleigh realizes that they're going to hit the water,her heart skips a beat. And for some weird reason she's smiling inside. This could be a fun story to tell. Something she and Brock can maybe laugh about later on. Something they share, just her and Brock. She's fascinated by the fact that she can actually have this many thoughts run through her brain in just two seconds.

For the split second they're in free fall before they both hit the water, Calleigh lets out a startled scream.

Calleigh could've sworn she heard a thump, something hitting something. Is she okay? She's in this state in her mind where none of the wires are connected. She's not even sure if she knows what's up and down in the water. Calleigh's hands start to desperately search the water; for Brock, for the surface,for anything. Then suddenly she's pulled up to the surface by Brock's strong arms. “Are you okay?” He asks, concerned.

“Errr..,” Calleigh replies. Suddenly very aware that her dress is in a thin white fabric, that's probably see through now. Slowly she lowers her gaze, nervous. Perfect. Her soft pink push-up bikini top is totally visible through her dress. Why? Just why did she chose a pink bikini? At least it's not ugly. But she feels exposed anyway. And with Brock there. Jesus, how's this possible?

“Sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen,” Brock tells her. His gaze follows Calleigh's. And Calleigh's arms slowly cover her up. But it's too late. “Sorry, I didn't mean to look–,” Brock clears his throat. “I mean I didn't look,” he continues.

“I'm… I'm just gonna go.. err..” Calleigh almost stops mid-sentence. Realizing that Brock's shirt is sticking to his abs, and that is a sight for sore eyes. She could just strip out of her dress now, Brock already saw her bikini anyway. Her face is probably just as red as the stripes in the flag, but she's determined to not make this any worse “I looked!” She hollers over her shoulder as she exits the pool, and strips out of her dress and hangs it over a chair for it to dry off in the sun. Hopefully this'll make this whole awkward thing a bit funny, and maybe Brock is embarrassed too. Maybe he won't even notice the red in her face if he's embarrassed. She could escape up to her room, and stay there. But rationally she knows that that's not the best option; she can't hide from Brock. That'll most certainly make this situation even more awkward.

Brock looks down on his white t-shirt sticking to his abs. He mentally chuckles a bit for himself about this whole situation. Turning his eyes back towards Calleigh; his heart jumps as she pulls the dress over her head. Her slightly toned shoulder blades move as she gets the dress off. Brock can't help but drink in her almost naked body. Her flawless hourglass figure curves in all the right places. Young, undoubtedly, but still a woman. Brock swallows as Calleigh turns around. Her breasts are being held up by her soft pink push-up bikini-top; the shape is like a perfectly drawn heart. The water sparkles on her tanned skin. Brock’s eyes move further down her body. Down her stomach reaching the butterfly belly-button piercing, for a second Brock feels like a teenager again; checking out a girl’s belly-button piercing.

“What are you looking at Big Guy?” Calleigh teases, as she dives into the pool. Might as well go down that route, when things are the way they are. No need to make things worse. Nothing is going to happen anyway, so why can’t she tease him a bit?

Brock watches as Calleigh's body glides through the water. Did she just flirt with him? Was it flirting? Should he flirt back? Maybe Calleigh actually does want him to make a move. The biggest question however; should he make a move? The repercussions could be enormous, life altering even. Not only is there a 26 year age gap between him and Calleigh. He's also Jack's best friend, which in turn means that he's been like a non related uncle to Calleigh her entire life. At the same time, something inside him tells him that he can't let this go. That this might be it. But it's Calleigh. She's like the last person on the entire planet he ever thought he'd fall for. He reaches into the water, grabbing the hem of his t-shirt before pulling it over his head and tossing it on to the tiles that surrounds the pool. The shirt hits the tiles with a typical wet thump. Then he takes a deep breath, before making his way towards Calleigh.

Calleigh puts her arms up by the side of the pool. Maybe she should get out. God, she acctually flirted with Brock. He must think she's so stupid. Maybe he even looks at her like she's still ten years old. Jesus, this is so embarrassing. But then again, he didn't say anything about it, and he was the one who initiated the whole self defence scene. Calleigh feels shivers running down her spine when she thinks about how his breath felt on her. Nope, she's definetly not getting out of the pool. At least she'll wait until Brock gets out. For all she knows, maybe he already did get out. Arrgh.. Screw it. She leans back to relax on her back in the water for a bit. But instead of her back slowly gliding in the water she hits Brock.

"Hey, Calleigh! Everything allright? You seem a bit distracted," Brock asks, as he helps her get back on her feet.

"Yeah, everything is peachy. It's weekend, the sun is shining, I'm relaxing in the pool. You know, peachy," she replies.

"Okay then. I.. I mean I just got the feeling that something was wrong, that's all," Brock tells her, as he turns to leave. He's not going to push, that's for sure. If she feels the same he'll probably get a sign sooner or later.

"You're bleeding," Calleigh gasps, grabbing his right arm. "Did you hit yourself when we fell in the water?" She continues. Letting her fingers carefully glide over his upper arm.

"Nah, it's nothing. Doesn't even hurt," he replies. It doesn't hurt. But he is bleeding. Not too much, but it should maybe be looked at. At least it'll bruise. But, given his line of work, he's used to that.

"Are you sure?" Calleigh's voice is filled with concern. And she's still touching his upper arm.

Brock looks at her fingers carefully caressing his arm by the wound he got. Then he looks at Calleigh. His heart is beating out of control, almost to the point he feels it's making waves in the water. "Calleigh," he breathes out.

"What?" Calleigh softly replies. His skin is so soft. And she finds that weird given his physic. Why is she thinking about this now? She moves her face To look into his eyes. They're so damn beautiful, and she can't understand why she never noticed that before. Why is Brock's eyes suddenly filled with the sun, the moon and all the stars?

Brock swallows, those green eyes staring back at him. They're the most beautiful eyes he's ever seen. And with the sun, they sine like gremstones. Should he do it? Should he try to kiss her? Just get it over with? She might kiss him back, but she might also push him away and call him a perv. What's the chance? 50/50? 70/30? Come on, Brock. This never used to be a problem before. Just an inch closer. Just an inch. To see if she moves away. Slowly, one tiny inch at a time.

Without realizing it, they're both moving closer, incy by inch. It's like the world around them dissapeares, all the sounds, everything. It's just them. Just Calleigh and Brock.

When they're just an inch apart, barking sounds from the backdoor to the garage.

"KILO!" Molly shouts, as Kilo yanks the dog leash out of her hand, and runs towards the pool. Kilo, a Labrador Golden Retriver mix, with a personality that suited Molly and Texas perfectly. He was playful and strong minded, if Kilo wanted something, he did it. Like jump in the pool. No matter how many times they told him not to, he jumped in there. Jack had at one point bought a kiddy pool for Kilo to use, but not even that helped, so Jack had gracefully admitted defeat, and given up. Now Kilo was a regular guest in the pool on days like this.

"Molly!" Calleigh's voice is muffled by the splash as Kilo not so gracefully hits the surface of the water.

"Guess it's you and me then, buddy!" Brock tells Kilo, as he watches Calleigh exit the pool. "You don't by any chance have any tips for getting a girl to like you, do you?" He continues, in a whisper. Careful so that Calleigh doesn't hear it.

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