#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
@alteredcanon (natasha): "oh my goodness, martha stewart, eat your heart out" - from Natasha to Brock because.
' shaddup or make yourself useful, miss priss.'
#alteredcanon#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)#→ brock rumlow // threads#→ crack in the dungeon#→ interactions#→ answered ask
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
' I did say make yourself useful, ' Brock calls over his shoulder, instinctively tilting away from any potential projectile the redhead might be tempted to toss in his direction. ' being pretty doesn't count when dinner's in question so up. '
Natasha smirked back at him, enjoying the view, but she could be convinced to get up. "You want me to chop something, or just sit here and look pretty?"
#alteredcanon#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)#→ brock rumlow // threads#→ interactions#christ this is super short#we'll get there eventually#but this works for now LOL#q.
5 notes
·
View notes
Text
Maria. ( @knowseverythingaboutyou, moved for beta editor )
“oh yeah, you look amazing.” she rolls her eyes, frowning at the smudges under his eyes. it took at lot to make him look tired, and this was... well, she wasn’t surprised it was bringing back bad memories for both of them. “that’s called an assistant, Brock, and it is in the budget — of course, all the tricky paperwork is still in your wheelhouse. which is about seventy percent of it, but hey, getting that thirty percent on someone else might just what you need.” Maria catches the water bottle easily, perching on the corner of his desk. “time difference. have some video conferences starting at nine — greenwich mean time.” she’d grabbed a few hours on the couch in her office. “keep swearing, I’ll invite you to come with me.”
' yeah well th' last time I asked about an assistant, I was told that no one could get a high enough clearance t' assist with that kind of paperwork, so unless that's changed significantly, I'm up a shit creek on that one, ' he offers with a tired smirk. still, it's not a bad idea & he's not against asking again - though this time it might come off as more of a demand. he's tired & there's only so many hours in a day to do what he does best. ' sounds great, who are we meeting, ' the STRIKE commander deadpans as he reaches over to pop the cap on coffee that's still miraculously hot & take a long pull from the thermos. ' and can they increase out funding for the grunt work or do I not have t' pretend to be decent for this? '
#knowseverythingaboutyou#→ brock rumlow // threads#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)#→ interactions#he's mostly kidding#mostly#q.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
@cxpt: "think we could just have a quiet day in instead of heading into the office?" inbox clean out, ask is 2+ years old rip
he doesn't know how much Steve has noticed - with how much they've had to make work, he's hoping the world going to hell has been a suitable enough distraction from the fact he's moving slower, & everything is taking a hell of a lot more effort. he'd thought maybe it was just the stress when it had first started, & why wouldn't it be? half the population of the PLANET disappearing overnight, & the entire base structure of government disappearing without nearly enough order of succession on the books to cover something like this was enough to feel a little sluggish.
the problem was it hadn't gone away, & now he can tell from the blood tests they'd quietly run in the labs that he was right - the serum was breaking down. they were working with fragments of notes to try & recreate it, but without Barnes' variant of the serum, there were far too many risks involved. Steve would help if he knew, but even then the chances of success are... not where he'd like them to be. he doesn't want to face that conversation.
shifting a bit, he rolls onto his side & offers the other a smirk. ' considering we just worked three weeks in a row, one day out of office probably isn't a bad thing. breakfast? '
#cxpt#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)#→ brock rumlow // threads#→ interactions#→ answered ask#q.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
@liesforaliving: “When I said scars are kinda sexy, I didn’t mean you should get one right away…"
' shut up and pass me somethin' t' mop this up. ' his head is killing him, & rightly so given the way the jagged cut crosses right over his eyebrow & disappears into his hairline. it had narrowly missed his eye - he's grateful for that if nothing else. it won't actually scar but he's not about to tell anyone that. nearly twenty damn years of keeping his trap shut about the serum in his veins has conditioned him to silence even if it's the worst kept secret in the room.
still, he offers her a small smirk as he takes whatever it is she's dug out & presses it to his temple to staunch the bleeding. ' we're keeping this b'tween th' two of us, ' Brock warns absently, already mentally cataloging the next few steps they need to get out of dodge & make it back to the quinjet he'd dropped down near the perimeter. ' alright, we move on my count. '
#liesforaliving#blood cw#→ brock rumlow // threads#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)#→ interactions#→ answered ask#q.
1 note
·
View note
Text
🌲 :: at a work holiday party when an alert starts to sound || @iomadachd (dean), from starter call
realistically, he's not even sure what he had expected - they can't go four days without some sort of low grade alert going off & the holiday season wouldn't be any different. why should it be? if anything, things had picked up since the temperatures had started plummeting. the grating low-grade hum of the alarm as everyone's cell phones go off in unison while they're standing around to chat over drinks is predictable, but no less annoying, for it.
he doesn't even have to tell the other members of the STRIKE unit to suit up - those who've kept their wits about them are already making for the locker room while the rest are grabbing water & heading for the makeshift OP-center. they still haven't fully recovered from the Snap that had wiped out too much of their personnel, & with all the displacement, it had felt like a better use of time to get more bodies in motion than set up a whole new op center.
with the Blip throwing a lot of people back into their lives like they hadn't had a five year gap, he's got more people than he knows what to do with, & that makeshift OPs center is quickly becoming just the secondary hub to give the team a place to collect themselves. there's a lot of reasons he's celebrating people being back, but having a new serum variant running through his veins meant he was also back at the helm.
he glances across the room & gives a quick nod, not wanting to pull the other away from the conversation he's having unless he intends to suit up with rest of them. it feels like a lifetime since they had gotten a chance to actually talk, but that can wait - that's exactly what he's thinking when the dull buzz of the mid priority alarm suddenly stops.
the silence is a bit deafening in its sudden onset, which makes it even worse when the next noise is the chorus of a code red amplified over the base's speakers. ... so much for a holiday break.
#iomadachd#→ brock rumlow // threads#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)#→ interactions#okay but hear me out#them having fallen out of communication before the snap#because of life#& having to work with each other & figure things out from there#LMAO#q.
1 note
·
View note
Text
@secondhandmckie: “ don’t worry. i took out the cctv cameras. ”
Normally he would have arranged for the cameras to go down well before an op like this but it speaks to both the urgency & the last minute prep they’d had to cobble together that this is even necessary. ‘ good, do a second sweep an’ tell me what they’re using as backup - I KNOW that’s not th’ only security measure they’ve put in place, and I don’t want us dropping in any more blind than we already are. ’
shit like this makes him nervous even with all the years of training he has under his belt. it doesn’t matter how prepared they are, it just takes missing one bug, or tripping one wire, & everything gets blown to hell - including some of the best damn people he’s ever had the honor of working with. tonight it’s the two of them & three others slotted carefully into reserve positions, & he intends for all five of them to report back to base before the sun comes up.
‘ ten minutes for sweep then report your status. I’ll hold. ’
#secondhandmckie#→ brock rumlow // threads#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)#→ interactions#→ answered ask#inbox shenanigans
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
@knowseverythingaboutyou: you can’t keep doing this to yourself.
‘ I’m fine. ’ & he is -- more or less. it’s not the first time he’s had to handle someone less than savory getting through the ranks all the way up to STRIKE, but it’s definitely the first time since he had burned the team to the ground following the fall of the Triskelion & re-shaped it in the image of what it was meant to be, without the influences of HYDRA lurking there in the shadow. the new teams were stronger, faster, & more deadly but that made it even more important that their integrity not come into question. he rolls his shoulders & gets to his feet with a long-suffering sigh. ‘ unless I’m allowed to hire someone to do my paperwork for me I don’t see how I can avoid doing this, ’ he offers with a half smirk as he tosses her a bottle of water from the mini-fridge tucked by his desk & uncaps one for himself. ‘ and forget me, th’ fuck are you doing here at three in the morning? ’
#knowseverythingaboutyou#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)#→ brock rumlow // threads#→ interactions#→ answered asks#q.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
@hxrbingxr: [text: unknown sender] i have information you may like to hear... so long as you still don't scratch your left butt cheek while making dinner for your friends
he’s in the middle of making dinner - however ironic that might be - when the text comes through & at first he doesn’t even pause to look it over. things are significantly calmer now than they have been, though nothing will ever compete with the utter silence & devastation of those first few months after the Snap. with everyone back, & things getting back to some weird new normal, he’s been able to take time off whereas up until that point he’d been juggling three different agencies that had been gutted of all higher level leadership. having a home cooked meal where nothing came out of a box was a damn luxury, & he was going to enjoy it.
except he’s curious. not a lot of people have this number. it’s a private line he’s kept active for only those in the closest part of his inner circle, & that usually means it’s an emergency. as far as he’s aware, there aren’t any fires to put out, so... he wipes his hands & reaches for the phone, unlocking it with a passcode & raising an eyebrow. it takes a moment before a smirk unfurls on his lips & he shakes his head. ‘ damn, ’ is all he can think to say, but it’s definitely more affectionate than anything. the dogs don’t stir, & he has a moment between what he’s working on to actually type out a reply. hitting send, he sets the phone back down where he can see it. if this isn’t some sort of trick - & he highly doubts it is - things are about to get a lot more interesting.
→ [ 💬 ;; troublemaker ] old habits are hard to break. was hoping I’d hear from you soon. good to see you’re still kicking around. what do you have for me?
#hxrbingxr#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)#→ interactions#→ brock rumlow // threads#→ answered asks
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
@scldat: “ i’m fine. i can walk on my own. ” ( for Rumlow because you KNOW they need to meet again after Brock’s HYDRA infiltration)
‘ of course you can. ’ stubborn as always, but there’s probably some truth to it. neither of them have survived this long without having to yank themselves up & out of a firefight when they feel like they have nothing left. still, he doesn’t move & just offers his arm as a counterbalance for the other while he gets himself oriented. he’s lost track of how many times the world has gone to hell, & he won’t discount the small shards of comfort a familiar face offers. ‘ you look good. ’ anything looks better than the look he’d been wearing when Brock had first crossed paths with him, but the former STRIKE Commander is reasonably certain that can pass without actually being said. he kicks his feet off the desk & moves to stand, ignoring the way his body protests the movement so he can get a better look at the other. ‘ but I take it this ain’t a social call. what’s going on? ’
#scldat#→ answered asks#→ brock rumlow // threads#→ interactions#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)#q.#I just want you to know#KC can attest to this#but I actually screamed when I saw the note#with this ask#because I've been feeling really insecure#about people reading his verse#& realizing how AU he is#& that was like#life restoring#so thank you for that#it was extremely validating
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
@bastxrds (Finley): “ do you need a hand ? ”
he’d know that voice even if he was half dead on his feet, & as it stands he might as well be - he’s pretty sure he’s never been this exhausted in his life. still, that’s the reality. ALL OF THE HIGH COMMAND had been wiped out across the board save for a smattering of undersecretaries or assistants, & he’s been single-handedly juggling three different departments while trying to assist Natasha with SHIELD on the side. they’ve lost a lot of good people, & they stand to lose a lot more in this aftermath if he can’t set up some sort of structure to make sure people are getting what they need. resources are all fine & dandy but without a system to get those resources to people with needs - he’s running on empty & he can’t string two coherent words together, how in the hell is he going to pull this off?
maybe that’s why he’s so damn glad to see her. ‘ do I? ’ he asks with a smirk, feeling what has to be two decades of strain building in his limbs already. somehow it feels like a lighter burden with the promise of someone capable. ‘ formalities aside - ’ & there would be a lot of those that got shelved for the indefinite future. formalities, clearances, titles, job descriptions. all of that had gone out the window with Thanos’ Snap. ‘ I’m damn glad t’ see you’re still rattling around out here. yeah, I could use a hand. both of ‘em, if you can spare ‘em. we’re a little short on good people around here these days. ’
#bastxrds#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)#→ answered asks#→ brock rumlow // threads#→ interactions#q.
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
@viividpurity ( Pepper ): “It’s going to hurt for a moment, but I’ll need to clean the wound.”
‘ I’m fine - I’ll be fine. ’ except he knows better than to put up too much of a fuss as he’s herded right where she wants him. sitting, he lets her fuss over him & even gestures to the first air kit he keeps under the sink. it’s a tad bit more well packed than anything he could have just picked up on a whim precisely for situations like tonight. ‘ you know, most people drop in with beer an’ not antiseptic, ’ he teases softly. ‘ how’d you know I was home already? team’s not supposed t’ be back until tomorrow night. ’
#viividpurity#→ brock rumlow // threads#→ answered asks#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)#→ interactions#q.
1 note
·
View note
Text
@warpromised: family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.
doesn’t he know it, he thinks absently to himself before he reaches for the lowball glass on the table & throws back the shot like it’s nothing. that sweet burn as the whiskey slides down his throat is everything he needs before he fixes the other with a smirk that’s made itself at home on his lips since the other WANDERED BACK from whatever his latest hell had been. there’s something comforting in that they can just fall back together like this, really. ‘ yeah? family, huh? ’ there, easy as breathing. ‘ guess that makes us pretty CONNECTED, in its own way, don’t it? ’
#warpromised#→ answered asks#→ brock rumlow // threads#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)#→ interactions#q.
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
@cxpt: ‘ i love you, damn it! ’
the silence in the room is deafening after that outburst, & Brock doesn’t even blame the nurses for suddenly becoming QUITE CONVENIENTLY busy. this isn’t a conversation he wanted to have ever, much less right now but he can feel the hurt radiating off of Steve & given he had barely been awake a few days after having been out for nearly six months... the last time they’d spoken, he’d had a gun pointed at Steve’s head & he’d desperately hoped Steve understood the small signals he’d given him, cluing the blond in on what was really going on. after that, Maria may or may not have shown him the recording, but Steve had pulled off a goddamn MIRACLE & gotten not only the helicarriers out of the sky, but had pulled Barnes out of HYDRA’s clutches. all of that, & none of it solved the question of where they stood. or maybe it did, & he was just... stalling.
reaching out, he takes Steve’s hands in both of his. it’s on the tip of his tongue to ask him if this can wait until they have some privacy, but maybe they’ve both waited long enough. between lying & holding off to preserve his deep cover, & being out for six months while Dr. Cho repaired his battered, broken body, he’s TIRED of waiting. looking at the other & realizing that he still knows Steve better than he’d ever like to admit, that question dies before it can reach coherency & he sighs. he’d made himself the promise once that when - not if, when - his cover was blown, & he was fully extracted from his role as a triple agent, when he could claim loyalty SOLELY TO SHIELD, then the lies had to stop. all of them. even the ones he’d told himself so many times, he might even partly believe them. only now instead of some hypothetical tomorrow, it was now. he squeezes his hands again & offers him a tired smile. ‘ yell at me all you want, I know I deserve it for the stunts I pulled, but know this - I love you too. ’
#cxpt#→ brock rumlow // threads#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)#→ interactions#q.#five years later#literally five years later#& we finally get to the first time#they say those words#to each other#w e l p
4 notes
·
View notes
Text
@cxpt: i was trying to stop them.
‘ and you’re doing such a wonderful job, ’ Brock says, mincing a carrot with more force than necessary. ‘ can I ask you a serious question, Rogers? are you an idiot, or just actually that reckless? because th’ shit you pulled out there- ’ he stops, irritation rolling off him in waves. ‘ I get th’ need t’ play hero is hardcoded into you, an’ I appreciate it because I’ve seen what you can do, but could you maybe cut it down about ten notches so I don’t have t’ constantly worry I’m about t’ see another one of my men laid out in a body bag? because that nearly happened t’day, an’ maybe I ain’t ready to tell Fury my favorite trainee - yeah, you’re designated one of my trainees, cut th’ face - got himself ELECTROCUTED because he got thrown into a power line instead of waiting for my ass t’ support him. ’
#cxpt#→ answered asks#thread move // commxnd#→ brock rumlow // threads#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)#→ interactions#I don't know why that posted so late on the old blog#fuck
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
tag drop: BROCK RUMLOW ( 2/2 )
#→ brock rumlow // redemption is for suckers (v.)#→ brock rumlow // project t.a.h.i.t.i. (v.)#→ brock rumlow // i got some moves (v.)#→ brock rumlow // the mortal instruments (v.)#→ brock rumlow // behavioral analysis unit (v.)#→ brock rumlow // braavos of the hundred isles (v.)#→ brock rumlow // asset containment unit (v.)#→ brock rumlow // strike intercept (v.)#→ brock rumlow // district 13 (v.)#→ brock rumlow // defense against the dark arts (v.)#→ brock rumlow // part of something real (v.)#→ brock rumlow // the regional rehab specialist (v.)#→ brock rumlow // school of the cat (v.)#→ brock rumlow // bioterrorism security assessment alliance (v.)#→ brock rumlow // mugshots (v.)#→ brock rumlow // ladder 20 (v.)
4 notes
·
View notes