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"Bullshit"

Avengers AU - Chapter 10

Characters: Brock, plussize!reader, OCs

Posted: September 2nd

A/N: the sleepover act 2 🤣

WARNINGS: fluff, pining?, IDK

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Frederick Harris.

The man was brutish, loud and complained more than any bitch she had ever been around. By the black eye he sported and the brace around his wrist it seemed that whatever he was bitching about was his own fault. But then again, he had been going on and on about Y/N. Which meant she had a lot in common with him.

She dropped off the next round to his table as he mentioned how unfair it all was. It wasn't his fault that her boyfriend was higher up than him or that she was friends with an Avenger.

She shoved his leg aside and propped herself on his thigh, smiling in his face, "if you could get back at them what would you do handsome?" She doubted anyone had called him handsome in ages.

He sneered at her, his hands finding her ass rather quickly. "What's it to you?"

"Seeing as how Y/N is my sister and those people have alienated her from me… I'd say I have a lot to repay them for. Maybe someone like you could help me?"

Brock lit a cigarette, he kept a distance for the moment, he wasn't about the touchy feely shit they needed to talk about, but he found the small balcony and had stepped out a few minutes ago.

He should go.

This wasn't something he was used to.

"Those aren't really good for your health right?"

He blew out a puff of smoke and shot you a smirk, "and?"

"Cigarettes cause cancer which means you could die…"

"I could die in the line of work I do."

You opened your mouth and shut it with a snap, expression showing how much you disliked that statement. He watched as you gripped the balcony in your hands, leaning back, his eyes pausing on your ass before he dragged them further up.

"Is that my shirt?"

You nearly dropped to the floor, a little squeak leaving you as you let go of the balcony to grip at the edge of your shirt. His shirt. The one you had snuck out of his place the day you had come back to your own. Brock turned, leaning one arm on the balcony before he pushed off it and started towards you. "I- well, funny story-"

It did things to him. It was his shirt, he recognized the little tear at the bottom, not to mention the faded SHIELD logo on the chest. Jesus fuck. It never looked that fucking good on him. On you? It hugged every curve, made him stare where he had only dared to glance, and your legs were bare. You wore those little shorts girls wore to bed, his mouth ran dry, he hadn't even fucking dared to allow himself to imagine you with your legs bare. Cause now he wanted 'em wrapped around him.

You didn't know what to do, you put your hands up, but that didn't stop him, your back hit the wall beside the sliding glass doors as he pressed into you, "Brock?!" His name came out hushed, a little desperate, "I'm sorry. I'll wash it and give it back, I just- I was still scared when I left and it smells like you and it made me feel better-"

The way you said his name right then was enough to make his heartbeat stutter, he dropped his head to your shoulder, hands finding your waist, "Keep it." The thought of you without his shirt on… "fuck-"

"Brock I-" his large hands curled at your waist, fingers tickling you, making you squirm in his grip. You pressed forwards into his hard body, it made you blush, heat radiating up from your chest blooming along your neck and into your ears. "Ahh! Please-" please lord God, please don't make a fool of yourself right now. What if this was just a hug and you were making more of it? He couldn't … did he?

Brock let out a low growl, it rumbled up his chest into his throat, "keep moving like that sweetheart and I don't know if I can behave myself."

Behave himself?! His lips brushed along the sensitive skin of your neck, your brain halting to a screech and thoughts escaping you.

Behave himself.

Not some girl.

Why would he behave himself?

The soft sound that escaped you made his blood heat and he wanted to have you making more of those noises, have you say his name, have you screaming as he-

The sound of the door sliding open had both of you looking over. Blake stood there with his head turned to listen to whatever Shelly was calling out about. When he turned his eyes back to the two of you Brock was leaning against the balcony, you stood with your eyes on the floor. He frowned, had he missed something? He grinned, shaking his head, "food arrived, we got drinks! Let's get drunk!!"

Brock found that Blake only became louder when he drank a little. The guys nose turned red and his eyes hazed over, he worried the kid would fall over and break his head open… and Ken was firmly planted on his ass on the floor.

Barbie giggled and whispered loudly. She couldn't get over the romcom they had chosen. He wondered how that asshole of a guy could lay a finger on her if it wasn't to make her smile.

Which made him look at you.

There was plenty of touching he wanted to do.

So, he settled on watching you. You held your liquor well; you, unlike the two that were constantly vying for your attention, especially now that they were drunk, had quieted. You laughed softly at the antics of your two friends and occasionally glanced over at him from your spot on the tiny couch.

He couldn't stop staring and barely registered when Barbie got up and never came back. Blake still had his back pressed to the couch in his spot on the floor, completely engrossed in the movie. Brock stared at your legs, you were sitting cross legged on the couch, his eyes slipping up to his shirt, he swore to whatever God there was that had blessed him tonight that he would do whatever they asked of him if it got him more of that.

You smiled softly at him, eyes a bit unfocused, mouth soft. He crooked a finger at you, your eyes flickered to Blake, whose head was now bobbing, before looking back at him. Brock again crooked his finger at you. Finally you shifted closer, eyebrows raising, he sighed heavily and motioned you to come closer. The moment you were within reach Brock tugged you into his lap.

You concentrated on not spilling your drink, but the movement was so sudden. Brock wrapped a hand around your mouth and the other around your waist, before settling his head on your shoulder.

"Shh, you'll wake up Ken doll," he hummed into your skin, his breath warm and his light beard tickling you.

You nodded, his hand disappearing from your mouth, unaware Blake had fallen asleep, you leaned forwards to peek at him before Brock tugged you back into him making you giggle. Brock closed his eyes, you squirmed your ass in his lap and it took everything in him to remind himself that Blake was right there and so he buried his face into the crook of your neck before growling at you.

You froze as he stretched his legs on either side of you, his solid frame pressed up against your back as he took deep calming breaths. "You dizzy?" You managed to breathe out quietly. He nodded heavily, you huffed a soft laugh, "I thought you could.. h-hold your liquor?" You stuttered as his lips pressed against your skin.

"Mmm" it wasn't an answer but you smelled so damn good and he couldn't get the fact that you were wearing his shirt out of his head. Maybe he had too much to drink, his eyelids were heavy, maybe it was your shampoo that made him drunk. "What is that?" He asked, unable to stop himself from nipping at your earlobe, he should behave himself…

"EHhhHhHhh?!" You jolted at the action, his arms tightening around your waist to keep you still.

"Shhh, your shampoo?"

"I- uh!" He nuzzled your neck, goosebumps littering your skin as you tightening your legs. Your gaze skipped to Blake, "strawberry?"

"You smell good enough to eat Y/N."

"Brock?"

He paused, God he could listen to you say his name forever, but you sounded unsure. He was misbehaving, "you should go to bed…"

You nodded, feeling an ache in the center of your chest, had you done something wrong? Your eyes stung as you shifted in his lap and he reluctantly let go.

You made it to the door before he called out softly to you, "lock the door."

You stood still for a moment, remembering-

"Why-?" He blinked as you stared up at him, "why- y-you tell me to lock the door, but not Shelly?"

Brock studied your face, curiosity plain on your features. "I want you to feel safe."

"B-Brock?" You struggled to keep your voice from shaking as you turned to face him. He had laid back and sprawled on the couch, lifting his head, he raised his eyebrows at you in question. "I-if we leave the door o-open… can- I mean would you sleep in bed with me?"

He knew it took you courage to ask and it was a bad idea but he was up on his feet without a thought. You beamed as he walked towards you, quickly turning to hurry to pull the covers back. Brock sucked his teeth and motioned you in while he toed his boots off, you climbed into your bed confused when he drew the covers over you and then climbed in himself.

You knew he could feel your nervousness.

"Come here," he said, holding out an arm. You scrambled over, sighing lightly when he wrapped you in his arms. "Go to sleep."

You smiled, eyes heavy when you felt his lips brush your forehead. A goodnight kiss? Already losing the battle to sleep, you tipped your head and pressed a kiss to his chin, unaware of the battle Brock was going through as you drifted off to sleep.

Ashley liked kissing.

Harris wasn't that bad of a kisser even if he looked like he had gotten hit by a semi truck, she had an inkling he looked like that before he had gotten beaten. But it only mattered that he could get her onto SHIELD property.

And he had.

"This is where the bitch works."

She grinned and trailed her fingertips over his broad chest, at least he had that going for him, "you can get her for me?"

He didn't understand, but then it really didn't matter. This chick was willing to let him fuck her and she had a plan to get back at them all. He nodded stupidly as her hands dipped lower. "You don't care how I get her?"

The area was vacant and Ashley could imagine you sitting happy-go-lucky behind the counter. When had you changed? To get the balls to have her evicted from your shared place and your life? It was that man. He was the reason for your sudden confidence, you owed her everything. Especially since being evicted her boyfriend had left her, it was all your fault. She shouldn't be working. Making deals with men that weren't worth her time. You should have introduced her to one of the men that worked there if not an Avenger.

"Hey-"

She shook her head, "it doesn't matter, she's my sister, she needs to answer for what she's done to me. I want her back."

Harris grinned.

This would be fun. He could get rid of the problem and make sure that jerk Rumlow never saw you again. Why he was so interested in you was beyond him.

Blake pressed his pointer finger to his lips, Shelly moved quietly in her fluffy socks. She had taken the bed in your extra room, Blake had drunkenly sprawled out on the empty couch. Shelly tiptoed through the living room wondering where you were when she paused at your door. She tugged out her cell phone and snapped a picture before Blake could stop her.

Brock was laid back amongst soft pink covers and there you were, head propped on his chest with his arm loosely wrapped around your shoulders, his hand buried in your hair.

Shelly giggled as Blake pulled her away and into the kitchen. "So cute!" She whispered with glee as he started messing with the coffee maker.

"Guess he is okay," he grumbled.

Shelly tilted her head as she sent the picture to you. "Did you want to date her?"

Blake sighed, "it's not that.." He stared at the coffee as it started its slow drip. "Everyone said he was a bad guy… but-" he looked over his shoulder, remembering the day before, finding out what he had done for Shelly, sharing what he had done for him, "he's not."

It didn't sit well with him, he knew what it was like to be judged quickly. Too many judged him by his looks, he was the polar opposite of Brock, not that he really paid any mind to the scar running down the guy's face. He paused, he really hadn't, not when the guy was too busy trying to cause problems for Y/N but they all knew it wasn't anything she couldn't handle. They all knew his hassling her was his way of getting her to look at him, to have her attention on him, it made Blake snicker.

As a matter of fact when your problem had originally been taken care of you had stayed quiet and meek for a minute, that is until Brock came around and picked a fight with you. It had been the first time you had absolutely raised your voice, eyes full of flame and you had yelled at him for being so idiotic. Blake stifled his laughter at the sudden memory, Brock had worn a shit eating grin for a week.

Shelly grinned before having to yawn. "Really! He was such a grump when he first stopped by the help desk, insufferable really, Y/N was the only one willing to talk to him," she tipped her head back as she leaned against the counter, facing the living room. "I swear, he likes to poke at her, but he really treats her carefully." She let out a light laugh, "he is smitten with her."

Blake nodded in agreement, "hey-" he greeted as both turned when there was a shuffling and you stood there, hair a jumbled mess. "Morning sunshine!" He grinned at you.

You hummed, eyes still half closed, and hushed them. "...Brock's still sleepy-" you mumbled.

Shelly caught your face in her hands and pinched your cheeks. "I need to get going, I need to get my morning workout done before I head in!"

You nodded as Blake handed you a cup and started his own as Shelly hurried as quietly as possible to gather her items. "Listen, I need to get in early too, make sure that guy gets you some food okay? I'll see you at work, text me otherwise!" He finished his coffee in two large gulps and followed Shelly around, "I'll give you a ride!" He whispered.

She nodded and both stopped to hug you, "it's good to know that he will take care of you," she winked at you happily, Blake ushering her out with a grin.

You stared after them before plucking up the courage to peek into your room where Brock was still sleeping. He liked the smell of your shampoo… It made you feel soft.

He made you feel good, safe, wanted.

You stared as he slept and shook your head, you needed to get ready for work. What if he caught you staring? You hurried to get your phone and opened it to find a message from Shelly. Opening it you felt your face heat as you stared at a picture of you and Brock sleeping soundly in your bed.

"Mornin'," Brock greeted, voice rough with sleep as he sat up, hair a complete mess.

You squeaked and murmured a quick morning hurrying to your bathroom and locking the door behind you. You stared at the picture, heart slamming against your ribcage, a small delirious smile finding its place on your lips.

#bullish #ch 10 #brock rumlow #brock x reader #avenger au

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bolontiku · 2 years

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"Bullshit"

Avengers AU - Chapter 11

Characters: Brock, reader, OC's, Nat

Posted: Oct 6th

A/N: please don't hate me? *hides*

WARNINGS: physical violence, guns, kidnapping, cursing, as always no under 18 please

Like, Comments, & Reblogs are always appreciated and loved.

It became a part of your morning.

HE became a part of your morning.

'Be there in ten'

Brock.

You smiled. Heart warming as you finished getting ready, you stood in the garage as he pulled up and climbed in, sometimes the smaller car but you liked his large SUV, it seemed more his character.

He didn't walk away from your side anymore, instead striding into the building with his usual arrogance, smirking with a feral quality that made you shake your head. There were times when he would drop his arm on your shoulders while talking to others, the boys seemed to enjoy watching him do that.

You weren't sure what it was that made him seemingly change, there was something… you couldn't quite put your finger on.

Then there were the times you imagined he wanted to say something to you. Right after the morning's hugs he would hesitate, unable to look you in the eyes for some reason his gaze would drop to your lips and he would shake his head before walking away.

You looked around, pulling your phone out for a second to peek at the picture you had saved from your texts.

It had been a dream.

A dream you were certain. But then there was this. This picture Shelly had sent you.

"Morning Y/N!"

You nearly sent your phone flying when Shelly appeared behind you. "Mornin!"

She giggled and shook her head, getting ready for the day.

"Boss, I haven't seen Y/N lately. Did you upset her?"

"Kinda miss her muffins…"

"She's always so nice to us even when we look like hell."

"You are being nice to her right?"

"Did you take her to that fancy restaurant yet?"

"I think she likes Italian?"

"Wait, have you even kissed her yet?"

Brock turned and glared at the group of men that stood now holding their breaths waiting for a reply. "The fuck does that matter to you?"

There was an immediate uproar.

"Holy fucking shit!"

"She probably thinks you hate her if you haven't kissed her yet!"

"Y/N deserves better than this-"

"Do you think she'd like one of us?"

Brock's eyes jerked from one man to the other, the fuck was happening right now? Were they really discussing which one could steal you from him? It only occurred to him just then that you could decide to date one of them, he hadn't asked you to date him, he hadn't even given you a proper kiss.

"HEY!" His bark reverberated off the walls, the men's attention quickly falling to him, "fuck all of you, run laps, give me lizards and don't give up till I come back."

The men groaned as he snagged a towel and bottle of water. He was gonna fix this right now. They'd be too damned tired to even think of walking, much less limping, by the help desk to bug you.

You waved at the young woman you had just directed as she walked away, the man now walking towards you making your smile disappear.

"Y/N… can we talk?"

"Sure!" You didn't move from your spot.

He looked around and turned his stare back at you, smiling brightly. It didn't suit him, all teeth and it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Privately?"

Shelly stared at you as you glanced around.

"Well-"

"It will only take a moment, what am I gonna do, kidnap you?" He scoffed and followed it up with a hollow laugh. "Come on, I just… let me apologize in quiet."

You sighed, lunch was in thirty minutes, Brock would be here soon. You nodded and shot Shelly a quick look, smiling to reassure her. "I'll be right back."

Shelly stood and watched the two of you head to the stairway, she bit her bottom lip and looked around, she didn't like the way a stone settled in her tummy. If she was overstepping she would apologize, but she didn't like that idiot, and she didn't entirely trust him. Skirting the desk she hurried to the door the two of you had disappeared through and carefully slipped into the hall.

Neither of you were there, it struck her as odd and she pushed forwards. His voice was too loud in the small hallway, too harsh, and he pushed you till you stumbled. Grabbing your elbow and forcing you to walk.

"What are you doing?!" She cried out, angry that he hadn't changed at all. What was his problem with you anyhow?! "Y/N- come here! I'm going to call Brock! And Mr. Stark, this has gone overboard, you would think that he would learn!" She cried out in surprise as he suddenly loomed over her, her breath stopping.

You screamed, "SHELLY RUN!"

"Hey!"

"Ken doll," Brock nodded at Blake and craned his neck.

"Oh! I think they went to get some snacks, it's been a busy day and when I got here the desk was alone? I thought she might have gone to lunch with you…"

Brock hummed, he wondered what your lips looked like after a few bites. "They should be back in a few then…" he should have done this already. He had dropped you off this morning, wrapping his arms around your softer frame and burying his face in your hair, strawberries, always strawberries. You had hummed when he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead, smiling brightly when he pulled away.

Every morning since the sleep over it had been the same. Hug and a forehead kiss, you asking if he was OK for lunch? He worked his schedule to match yours with the exception of a few missions here and there. He thought about the way you leaned into him at times and remembered when he first came to the help desk.

The others had visibly shrank from him, quick to push you towards him like some sacrificial offering. But you? You looked up at him and smiled, it had been the first directed his way in a long time. Everyone just scowled or frowned at him.

And the second time he spoke to you, you had reprimanded him. He had been in a shitty mood, but you had no time for that, scolding him for barking at you, "if you give me an attitude then I won't help you and good luck getting one of the others to help! You act so mean all the time but you need help too- that's why you're here!"

He grinned at the memory.

"Brock?"

He looked up to find Natasha hurrying towards him only to stop and motion him to follow her. He did, not liking the fact that she wasn't speaking, there was something wrong. And he soon found himself in a back room and facing Shelly with a swollen lip.

She was surprised when he caught her chin in his fingers and immediately burst into tears, "he took her!"

"Who?" He demanded, he had an idea, but he needed confirmation. The moment she spoke everything quietened, he should have dealt with this earlier. This was his fault.

It hurt.

You had tried to get between Shelly and Harris, it hadn't ended well. He had punched her square in the face knocking her out, but you? He had slammed his elbow into you, leaving you gasping for air and weak, you had barely been able to stand but he had bodily dragged you out of the building.

You didn't know where you were and he had left you alone in a small room, one you suspected was a closet of some sorts. It was surprising when you checked your pockets you found your phone, you quickly set it to silent and noticed an unread message.

Brock: I'm coming for you.

You let out a little sob, hugging your phone for a second before responding.

Y/N: I'm scared

You put your ear to the door when you heard movement, people arguing. Harris yelling, shouting that this was the worst idea. Then silence, you pressed closer holding your breath, toppling over when the door swung open.

"What was the point of this?!"

"To get revenge! How dare she try to leave me behind?! And that guy?! He gets to push you around?! Because of her?!"

You blinked, staring up at the two closest to you, trying to keep your phone out of sight. "Ashley?" Your voice cracked as she leaned down, snatching your phone and throwing it across the room.

"You left her phone with her?! Good dammit you are an imbecile!"

Harris reached out and snagged her hair in his hand, you scrambled up to your feet as he growled at her, ready to defend her. "Fucking bitch, this was all your idea, you do it better!"

You didn't understand. Ashley laughed. And you watched in disgust as Harris kissed her.

Her signal blinked and disappeared. Brock let out a snarl, his team looked at each other. This was no joke, this wasn't an exercise, this was Y/N they were going after.

Harris had kidnapped her.

They didn't know why but they had seen the video. It hadn't been pretty. For some reason you had tried to get between him and the pretty blond, had you underestimated the man? He had always been quick to anger, but everything he had gotten had been justified. There was no reason he should be screwing around with you, but there he was on surveillance cam. Did he not realize this was a death sentence?

"Go fucking faster" Brock bit out, the quinjet answering as they braced themselves.

The building was across town, in the rundown portion, warehouses that were practically empty.

They made their way in quick, each moving when the other did, practiced and confident in one another. There was no one on the way in, Benny pausing and placing a hand on Brock's shoulder as they closed in. He knew that the man was desperate to get to Y/N, but they had to stick together.

"They want me," Brock bit out.

The team glanced at one another and nodded, two moving to get higher up, another two rounding to find another entry point.

Brock took a breath and stepped through the door.

You looked up, tears springing unbidden.

"You alright?" He asked, voice rough and loud in the now silent room.

He tensed as Ashley nudged the back of your head roughly with a gun, still you nodded at him. "Of course she is, she's my baby sister, not going to let anything happen to her!"

Brock glanced around, the sister, but it had been Harris Shelly had named, Harris they had seen on screen. "Where's the boyfriend? Heard he left you once you couldn't maintain him?"

"Brock!" You flinched when the gun was pressed harder to your head, why was he antagonizing her?

"Got a new boyfriend, one that isn't afraid of standing up to you."

He took a step closer, trying to find a spot that was clear of you, you would be devastated if he killed your sister, he wouldn't mind but the thought of you crying over such a sack of shit- "that right?" He asked, licking his lips.

"BROCK!"

They came out of nowhere, at least that's what it seemed like to you. Harris and three other men, moving in quickly and attacking. Brock reacted, blocking and striking back.

"See that? They're gonna put him down." Ashley crowed proudly as Brock bounced from one hit into another.

You smirked, looking over your shoulder at the one you had thought was your sister. "You don't know him like I do," you bit back. You jumped up when others broke through, Brock's men, his strike team. They moved swiftly and attacked quicker, jumping into the fight, it was really unfair. Though they left Brock and Harris alone, Harris didn't have many friends, only the few that he could pay for and the few that held a grudge against Brock themselves. Though those were quickly backtracking at the sight of his strike team.

Ashley didn't like the way it was going, it was fucking failing. Why had these others shown up?! It was just supposed to be Brock. That was it. And then she saw the red head. How?! You were completely pathetic, with your stupid smiles and dumb happy little attitude, all the time. Pretending everything was going to be okay, acting like nothing bothered you.

She let out an angry growl, this was so unfair! She watched as Harris hit Brock hard, sending him stumbling back for a moment. "I'll show him!" She snarled, lifting her gun as Brock moved back towards Harris, arm cocked for a hit.

You screamed, panic and terror turning your blood cold before you reacted without thinking. He was too busy fighting Harris, he wouldn't see! He wouldn't know! Ashley pulled at your hair as you wrapped your arms around hers, tugging her close like you had seen Nat do while training. "Let go idiot!" She shouted, "once he's gone- it'll all go back to normal! Y/N!!!" She yelled angrily, "fine! Have it your way!!"

Brock managed to knock Harris down before the widow was there, his team having subdued the others, he turned and ran as shots rang out his heart stopping as you crumpled to the ground. He stopped short of you, knees buckling and reaching out.

"Don't touch her!" Ashley screeched, it was all coming undone, she was supposed to get rid of him- make him realize you weren't worth the effort so she could have you back. Back to crying, back to apologizing and paying for everything. She ground her teeth as he looked up at her.

"Do it."

"WHAT?!" Her voice pitched into mania.

"Do it," he repeated, fingers grazing over your side where an ugly red spot was seeping into your uniform.

"Stupid-"

Brock jolted, covering your body with his, he had heard you. It wasn't his imagination. You had called him stupid. His heart thundered so loudly he couldn't hear anything else. He didn't hear Ashley scream when he moved so quickly, didn't hear Nat cursing as she struck, her Widow Bite taking your sister down.

He didn't hear his team shouting or the commotion that followed.

He was concentrating solely on the sound of your breath.

It hurt worse than Harris hitting you.

It hurt worse than losing your breath.

But hearing him tell her to do it- you let out a little sob as he turned you onto your back, large hands shaking as he tore your uniform up off your tummy. You protested, trying to shove the material back embarrassed as his team circled around you, Nat admonishing you and demanding you allow it.

And still you cried when he sat back on his haunches, whiskey brown eyes closing in relief, "grazed-" he bit the word out, as if he was struggling to breathe.

And really he couldn't, not with the lump that had settled in his throat, not with the instant memory he would never forget of you crumbling to the ground like that. Not when he had stopped breathing because you hadn't moved for two fucking minutes.

You sat up slowly, pushing your uniform blouse down and shoving Benny's hands away, an angry pout on your lips. And you hit him.

Brock blinked.

Nat pulled back and the men looked away, a few stepping back over to where Harris and the others were.

You hit him and cried out when the song reminded you it was there. "SO STUPID!" You shouted when he caught your wrists in his hands. "You're not ALLOWED to die!"

"Oh, baby!" He cooed.

You shoved at him angrily, "no! NO! You're not allowed! Do you understand me?!" You couldn't stop sobbing, big fat tears falling freely at the thought of this world without him. "Say it!"

"Baby please just, lemme lookit you a second-?"

"No!" You shook your head violently, still struggling against him. "Say it!"

"Y/N-"

"SAY IT!"

The more you struggled the more you flinched from pain and he sighed, biting out the words is absolute begrudement, "I am not allowed to die!!"

You stared at him and he cocked his head to the side before he dragged you into his lap. The moment he seated you across his thighs you broke down into incomprehensible sobs and wrapped yourself around him. Brock hushed you, pressing a kiss to your temple, and running his hands over your back in short circles.

He had almost lost you.

The thought hurt more than he had thought he could endure.

He coughed and buried his face in your hair, his grip tightening on you as you went limp in his arms.

Nat tapped his shoulder, "c'mon, she fainted, it was too much for her. Let's get her back?"

He nodded, throat tight, as he easily lifted you in his arms.

Bullshit.

#bullish #avenger au #Brock Rumlow #brock x reader #ch 11

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