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potts.

I felt the mattress sagged under the weight of his body and then as the bed creaked. I mumbled sleepily, clutching a pillow in between the fingertips, yet I couldn’t stop the foolish grin at the corners of my lips when the muscles of his chest had pressed against my back and through a cotton undershirt I felt as warm he is, as the blood flows through his body and as his heart is beating. The smile faded for a moment and was replaced by an expression of pain, but nothing that I couldn’t bear, so I remained silent. Maybe he didn’t sense it, and also maybe he did it on purpose, but the pads of his fingers slowly roamed the outer line of my body and casually touched the scars and bruises on my skin. Ironically, I  suspended over it and pressed the buttocks into his lap.

The most of my bruises were his fault, anyways. After all the things I let him do with me at night, I expected him to be a little more subtle at our workouts during day. I remember how Natasha eagerly supported me in this masochism and I almost laughed when I recalled how Tony almost forced me to begin with this all.

                “What does make you feel like you can sleep in my bed, agent?“

❝ ––– just collecting fees for my job. twenty-twenty hindsight. plus ?? i know you fucking love it. ❞

he picked up all beliefs and decided to take that step. the fact. he overcame a certain egoism and exaggeration in itself. lay down beside her and pretended that nothing happened. a common thing. normally ––– ?? this wouldn’t be anything for him. usually ?? he never did this. his whole life was too strict. whether it was the work, fun or women. of course, yes. he enjoyed all of these. but for all that fun was a different kind of pleasure. something too raw, even if the man proved to be quite tame. ––– –– precisely at this moment, not based on his character. although it was still the same man he was. just brock. the agent. 

❝ your overrated golden can know this feel. ––– time to my turn, i’d say. ❞

the leader of strike smirked into the darkness. he didn’t see her face. and wasn’t sure whether the note was ironic contempt or just wisecracks. nope –– stark and all that stuff. his intellect, ingenuity and courage. brock respect him like a man. but respect his character and disrespect this was something else. 

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ain’t no grave can hold my body down.