#Brock Rumlow edit

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“It kinda feels personal.” | for @catws-anniversary ♡

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CA:TWS || CA:TFA

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So I did a thing:

The boys. My otp. They are goals. 🤲🏻

Hope you all like it!

The edit may not be perfect but I'm still proud!

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For @kalika999, Who won one of my @marveltrumpshate Auctions. This the second of the three aesthetics I made for Kali, for MTH 2022!

Brock/Jack- Hallmark But With A Twist.

Read on Ao3.

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Title: Snort.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Reader.

Word count: 291 words.

Square: 1 “Snort.”

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Brock always snorts when he disagrees.

Major Tags: Arguing.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @fandom-free-bingo Flight Edition.

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

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You were walking down the sidewalk, enjoying the cool evening breeze, when you saw Brock waiting for you on the corner, leaning against a lamppost.

“You're late," Brock complained, crossing his arms and then snorting.

“It was only five minutes," you replied with a smile. But Brock simply snorted again.

“We need to talk about tomorrow's mission," he said, starting to walk beside you.

“Brock, we've already talked about this. I'm just as capable as you are. Besides, it's necessary that... "

“I don't care if it's necessary or not," he replied, snorting again. “I don't agree. "

“But..." you started, trying to reason with him, but he interrupted you with another snort.

They arrived at a nearby café, and while waiting for their drinks, you decided to change the subject.

“Have you tried the carrot cake here? People say it's the best in town. "

“We're not here to talk about cake. "Brock looked at you in disbelief, letting out another snort.

“Why do you always have to snort when you don't agree with me? “ you asked.

“Because you always have these reckless ideas," he replied, snorting again to emphasize his point.

“Listen, Brock," you finally said, leaning toward him. “I know you care about me. And I care about you, too. But we need to trust each other and our abilities. If you keep snorting every time we disagree, we're not going to get anywhere. "

“Maybe you're right," he admitted reluctantly. “But that doesn't mean I like it. "

“See? It wasn't that hard. "

“Just promise me you'll be careful," he said, this time without snorting.

“I promise," you replied, taking his hand across the table. “And I promise I'll take care of you too. "

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hell yeah google i agree he is pretty

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Y’all think Rumlow ever made one of those TT videos that was the ‘GRWM’ but it’s putting on whatever gear

More specifically, this video ->

[leviathanhomecooking]

Sugar/Spice: a Hydra Husbands AU

Or: The One Where Brock Has The Hots For a Rude Baker

“How are things?” Natasha asks.

“Not good.” Brock sighs, “Turns out the deli has been having financial problems for a while now. Nonna racked up a whole heap of debt.”

As if it wasn’t enough to lose his closest family member in the last month, his family’s legacy is in crisis. His poor Nonna's body is barely even cold in the ground and the debt collectors are already swarming.

Natasha’s eyebrows lift in surprise. “Really? She never mentioned any problems, and she was always chipper when I came by.”

“She never mentioned anything to me either.” Brock says. It hurts knowing his grandmother was suffering and never reached out. Brock chose to pursue the army instead of taking over the family business, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t drop everything if his grandmother was in trouble. Didn’t she know that?

As if reading his mind, Natasha says, “She knew she could rely on you, she was probably just too stubborn to ask. That seems to run in the family.”

Brock nods solemnly, staring into his cup of coffee.

“Your grandmother was a great woman, she helped me out a lot. It was thanks to her I was able to open the bakery.” Natasha gestures around them to the lively little cafe they now sit in. With the title R&R Bakery proudly plastered on the front of the store.

“I’d help you out, but we only opened recently so all my money is tied up in this place.” Natasha says.

“Don’t even worry about it, this is my problem, not yours.” Brock insists.

“There’s that Rumlow stubbornness.” She quips.

“Alright, enough about me. How has the bakery been doing?” Brock forcibly changes the subject.

“You tell me.” Natasha says, pushing Brock’s plate closer to him. He’s got a turkey croissant sandwich, a piping hot latte, and a Chantilly cream doughnut.

The sandwich has high quality turkey and swiss cheese, and the croissant is warm, buttery and flaky. But what really blows his mind is the doughnut. It airy and sweet and creamy.

“Oh my god...” Brock says through a mouthful of food.

“I know right?” Natasha beams with pride.

Then, it’s almost like a light bulb goes off in her mind. “I think I may have a solution to your problem.” She digs in her purse and presents a crumbled, folded flyer to Brock.

“A gingerbread house competition?” He asks skeptically.

Natasha nods. “The grand prize is $15,000. That should be enough, right?”

“Natasha, I’m a good cook but I don’t know anything about baking or desserts.” Brock can’t recall ever even making gingerbread cookies before, much less building a house out of them. Growing up the traditional Christmas treats in his house were cannolis, panettone, and candy.

“Well, lucky for you that’s where the other half of R&R Bakery comes in. You haven’t met Jack yet have you? He made everything you’re eating right now. He even selected today’s special brew.”

“I do respect a man who can make a good cup of coffee...” Brock muses.

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“Jack was Clint’s friend from the VA. When he retired from the marines he was looking for work as a baker. We just sort of clicked and the rest is history.” Natasha explains. She leads Brock past the service counter into a narrow hallway, and then down a half-flight of stairs.

“A marine, huh?” Brock murmurs to himself.

At the end of the stairs their is a doorway that open up to an industrial kitchen.

There’s a man working at the kitchen’s large metal table. He’s tall, and wide, with a strong jaw. The man’s biceps and pecs flex as he kneads and stretches dough on the table none too gently.

“Brock, this is Jack Rollins. Jack, this is Brock Rumlow.” Natasha introduces them.

“Hey.” Brock says, holding out his hand for a customary handshake. The man, Jack, practically glowers at his offered hand. He simply holds up his own thick hands that are caked in dough and flour.

“Oh, sorry.” Brock mutters, putting his hand down awkwardly. The man’s green eyes appraise him, but he says nothing. Simply returns to his kneading without any acknowledgement. Brock sees the noticeable scar that runs along the man’s jaw deep into his stubble but can’t help but think the man is handsome, if not rude.

“Jack was on a TV baking competition.” Natasha pipes up.

“Oh, really? Did ya win?” Brock asks eagerly.

“No.” Jack says with a glare.

“Oh...”

“He’s still pretty sore about it.” Natasha whispers. Brock now glares at her for bringing it up in the first place.

“Is there something you need?” Jack asks tersely.

“I’ve come to call in a favor.” Natasha says.

“Pretty sure I’ve squared up all my debts with you, Romanoff.”

Brock briefly wonders why this sounds like a hostage negotiation, aren’t these two supposed to be friends?

Jack stands up straight and wipes off flour onto his white apron. The man’s tight black t-shirt leaves nothing to the imagination, and Brock can’t help but stare at his physique.

This man can bake, makes a damn good cup of coffee, and is sexy as hell? That’s just not fair. Even his cold, rude demeanor can’t seem to turn Brock off. 

“What about revenge?” Natasha offers.

“Revenge?” This piques Jack’s interest noticeably.

“I know for a fact a certain someone is participating this year.”

Jack brews the thought in his head for a minute. “Alright,” Jack says “I’m in.” He extends his arm out to Brock. There’s determination, and perhaps a hint of something darker in his forest green eyes.

Brock takes it, and is puzzled feels a gross, sticky squish when their hands squeeze together.

“Oh...” Jack says sheepishly. There was still dough on his hands.

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Brock Rumlow & Jack Rollins AKA Hydra Husbands

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[mytrashbin]

Steve has witnessed some concerning signs in Rollins' behaviour on and off duty. When he finally has access to Rollins psych files, he confirms that his suspicions weren't completely unfounded. How did such an unstable man make his way to become a high ranked officer of the STRIKE Team Alpha? Why does nobody else seems to care about this abnormalities? Steve will have to keep a close watch on him, if Rollins becomes dangerous to his team or to himself, he'll catch everyone else off guard.