#Brock Rumlow Edit

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Frank Grillo as Brock Rumlow (x)

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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.

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Tension

Title: Tension.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Reader.

Word count: 296 words.

Square: 1 “Forced to strip.”

Rating: Mature.

Summary: You’re in Brock’s trap.

Major Tags: Forced nudity.

Additional tags: This is my entry for the @fandom-free-bingo Valentine edition.

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You were standing next to Brock Rumlow in an abandoned building, both of you covered in dust.

You'd just confronted him; you needed to know the truth before.

“Are you okay?” asks Brock in his gravelly voice, his breathing still labored as he tries to see through the darkness.

“Yeah, just a little banged up, but nothing serious,” you replied.

“We need to find a safe place until we get picked up,” he says, breaking the awkward silence.

You follow him through the building, a part of you afraid of him, but at the same time you can't help but be drawn to him.

“We need a distraction,” he muttered, pulling a cigarette from his vest pocket.

“You shouldn't smoke in here,” you tell him, though you don't really care.

“We all have our vices.”

You lean against the opposite wall, watching him as he smokes silently.

“What's on your mind?” He asks suddenly, his eyes fixed on you.

“Not much,” you lie. “I'm just tired.”

“You don't fool me. I know you better than that.” Brock leans forward, stubbing his cigarette out against the ground. His eyes don't leave yours as he speaks. “You're right. Tonight has been different. But it's not just the mission.”

“What are you doing?” you question.

“What I should have done a long time ago,” Brock replies in a whisper before leaning towards you.

And that's when you realize it had all been a trap if only you had realized it earlier...

Brock's hands land on your waist, pulling you to him, and he begins to remove your clothes as he whispers that he noticed how you were flirting with Steve. You try to stop him from undressing you further, but there's nothing to be done.

Nobody plays with Brock.

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CA:TWS || CA:TFA

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[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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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.

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Brock Rumlow didn't mind stepping in as a substitute umpire, but no one told him that he'd be wearing this stupid giant chest protector!

AI-GENERATED IMAGE of Brock Rumlow (Frank Grillo) as a baseball umpire, wearing a giant chest protector.