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deedo2313 · 10 months ago

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Fuck it Friday

So, I've been tagged by the lovely and incredibly talented @thekristen999

From what I've figured how it works, is that you post a part of a wip you are working on and then tag someone else to do the same.

Well why not... I did use to actually write fics (a very long time ago, when I didn’t fully appreciate how much free time I had at my disposal) but haven’t done so in quite a while. Looking through my stuff I do have quite a few wips that never got posted anywhere (and probably never will) like that 7k smutty Spuffy Christmas fic that I've been meaning to finish every year around November/early December... for the past 18 years 😅

I've decided to go with something more recent from a couple of years back, before Infinity War & Endgame and the Russo brothers completely ruined the MCU for me by destroying every single (found) family and making it impossible for me to enjoy any of the other movies without that painful tinge of heartbreak & sorrow and just this profound fury at what is to come (but that is a rant for another time).

Anyway, the fic is called Stuck in the Middle with You and it’s a very self indulgent epic saga following BAMF Darcy Lewis and her two lovers and covert triple agents Jack Rollins and Brock Rumlow from the end of Thor through most the other MCU movies. I did actually spent a couple of months plotting it all out and have written several parts of it in no particular order, but then just never found the time to write down most of it properly, and isn’t it just fascinating how eloquently you can spin a narrative when you're laying half awake in bed for a relaxed lazy morning but when you try to write it down later all you can produce is "there were people and things happened" lol

Also, I've decided I'm too old to feel guilty about my ships and I'm not open to judgement about my choices. If you don't like them, I don’t care.

So to finally cut all that rambling short...

Darcy had timed her arrival just right to be conveniently in front of Secretary Pierce’s office as Captain America strides off in the direction of the elevator. She manages to catch his attention just as he is about to board the lift.

“Captain Rogers,” she calls, hurrying after him, “if you have just a moment, sir, there is an urgent report I need you to read and sign off on.”

She can see the indecision in the confused tilt of his eyebrows as he turns to regard her, but luckily his manners win out once again and he stops just inside the elevator doors.

Darcy angles the tablet she holds out in his direction away from the security cameras. She doesn’t think what she is about to show him would be ligible on the feed, but better safe than sorry.

“It will only take a moment” she tells him and waits as he peruses the message.

DON'T REACT OPENLY. SURVEILLANCE!

HYDRA HAS INFILTRATED SHIELD!

PEARCE THE HEAD.

TAKE USB. READ ON PC WITHOUT INTERNET CONNECTION ONLY!

SGT. BARNES IS ALIVE & IN HYDRA CAPTIVITY.

PEARCE PLANS TO HAVE HIS MEN ARREST YOU ON THE WAY DOWN.

RUMLOW & ROLLINS GOT YOUR BACK.

MAKE FIGHT BELIEVABLE

Shocked blue eyes fly up to meet hers and she tries to convey as much sincerity and confidence as the situation allows while she covertly nudges the usb stick she had concealed behind the tablet into his hand.

He seems to get his facial expression under control in the next moment and goes through the motions of signing off on a report.

“Thank you Agent - “ he nods at her and she is about let him step back into the elevator when three agents she thinks she recognises from STRIKE Team Beta suddenly crowd close and herd her into the elevator with them calling for the Lobby and the doors close before she has a chance to step back out.

Well shit!

A couple of floors down the doors open again and another handful of operatives she doesn’t recognise and Brock get on.

“Excuse me,” She tries to shuffle to the doors to make her escape, but she’s boxed in by an unmoving veritable wall of muscle.

They seem to be ignoring her on purpose and while the Captain starts to bristle at the obvious disrespect they are showing her she hopes it's because they are just regular assholes who are trying to get under her skin and not because someone got suspicious of her actions in the past couple of weeks and decided not to wait for Project Insight’s launch to get rid of her.

Brock has his back to her and Captain Rogers, but as he assesses the situation out of the corner of his eye she can see the exact moment he notices her. His eyes widen just a fraction and his shoulders grow impossibly even more tense as he suppresses the urge to reach out for her, knowing Sitwell is keeping a close eye on the proceedings through the security feeds.

At the next stop she gets squished even farther back when Jack boards the car with Michaels and Gregson in tow.

He notices her right away, though and his expression shutters from his professional scowl to just blank, his gaze flicking over to Brock and they seem to carry a whole conversation with pointed look and a quirk of eyebrows.

She has resigned herself to not getting off the elevator any time soon and contemplates how to get out of the center where the action will take place.

“Lewis!” Brock’s sharp call interrupts her thoughts, “Do you have the specs ready for me to brief the team on the next mission? The timetable has been moved up.”

“Yes Commander.” she easily plays along and this time the wall of muscle actually parts for her when she moves in his direction. She holds her tablet out for him and Jack steps closer on her other side under the pretense of reading over the mission specs as well.

When the elevator jolts to a sudden stop she is ready and confident in their ability to keep her safe.

Steve had pocketed the usb drive and tried to project a calm exterior while his thoughts were raging in a tumultuous tornado.

Shield infiltrated by Hydra? Bucky alive? How could this even be possible? With Hydra’s influence reaching as far as Pierce, whom could he even still trust? Had Fury known? Was that why he had been killed?

On the other hand what reason would the pretty brunette have for making something so outrageous up? And it would be an explanation for all the things that didn’t add up lately.

As the the elevator filled with only the biggest and burliest agents her warning of this being a set up to quietly bring him into custody at the very least seemed to be true.

She obviously hadn't planned to be trapped right alongside him, though.

He kept a wary eye on his surroundings as the agents got in position around him and felt a lance of concern as her continued attempts to leave the elevator remained unsuccessful.

He was just about to intervene on her behalf when Rumlow called her over.

As he observed the STRIKE Commander and his second, who had stepped closer onto Lewis’ other side, he noticed their rigid postures and the tense glances they shared as they bracketed Lewis between them.

She did say they were on his side and their obvious concern for the low ranked agent that basically screamed helpless civilian seemed to corroborate her story.

They seemed to come to some kind of decision and just as the first fist flew towards his face he saw Rollins herd Lewis into the farthest corner where he surreptitiously passed her one of his shock batons and effectively shielded her from the rest of the elevator and the camera's eye with his considerable bulk.

Soon enough only Rumlow and Rollins were the last ones left standing and Lewis wedged in her corner from where she'd covertly taken out one or two men with the taser and made sure a couple of the others stayed down.

He abandoned his attempt to say something when all three of them threw a quick glance at the cracked but apparently still working security camera above their heads and Rumlow tapped his com unit once to let him know everything would be monitored.

They rolled their shoulders and he had only a short moment of reprieve where Rumlow mouthed “Make it look believable.” at him with his back to the camera before they were both on him.

“Sorry, Cap, it’s nothing personal.”

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Since I just got back here after my several years long hiatus, I have no idea whom to tag or who all is even still around, so if you wanna do it, feel yourself tagged <3

#Fuck it Friday #my writing #Darcy Lewis #Darcy x Rumlow x Rollins #fanfic

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madamebaggio · 1 year ago

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A Darcy x Jack x Brock and Christmas shopping? Please!

Notes: It's always a pleasure!

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“How about this one?”

Darcy tilted her head, even as her eyes followed Jack’s trajectory. “I’ll admit that this is unexpected.”

Brock chuckled. “What do you mean?”

“I always thought that I was the most Christmas-y person ever, but…” She threw a look at Jack, “I’ve never expected to be beaten by Jack.”

Jack, who was running around the store like a lunatic, looking for presents.

“Jack likes giving presents for Christmas.” Brock shrugged.

“That’s… Specific.”

“Remember that leather jacket you used to make fun of? The one I wear a lot?”

“Yeah.”

“Jack gave it to me on our first Christmas together.” Brock smiled fondly. “He likes spoiling the people he loves, so you should be prepared.”

Darcy was feeling all mushy now. “And how can we spoil him?”

“He’s pretty partial to blowjobs.”

“BROCK!”

Jack approached them with an arched eyebrow. “What’s going on here?”

“Brock is being ridiculous.” She rolled her eyes. “Is that an ugly sweater?”

“Yes.” He showed her the horrendous purple monstrosity. “Great, right?”

“Well, if by ‘great’ you mean ‘ugly as shit’, then yeah. It’s great.”

Jack’s smile was endearingly boyish. “Exactly! Hill and I exchange ugly sweaters every year.”

“Hill?” Darcy was shocked.

“Yes. Anyway…” He looked around like he was already ten presents ahead of them. “Let’s get something for Brock’s mother.”

“She loves his presents.” Brock informed Darcy.

“That’s a lot of new information.” Darcy mused to herself.

#madame baggio #crackship #snippet #au #mcu #requests #darcy lewis #brock rumlow #jack rollins #darcy lewis x jack rollins x brock rumlow

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letsbreereal · 2 years ago

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CHAPTER TWO IS LIVE

Chapters: 2/~4 Rating: Mature DHLBQ Fill: Custom Card: Square D4 - “’Til Death Do Us Part” Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow, Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow, Darcy Lewis/Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow, Darcy Lewis/Jack Rollins Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Telepathic Bond (Sorta), Soulmate Fantasies, Not Canon Compliant, triple agent!Brock Rumlow, Triple Agent!Jack Rollins, Time Skips, eventual threesome - F/M/M, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Eventual Happy Ending, Missed Opportunities, Misunderstandings, Age Differences Summary:

That’s the problem with wishes: they ensnare you. In fairytales, they’re nothing but trouble... In reality, it’s a bit more complicated than that.

[Soulmate AU where you know when your soulmate is fantasizing about you.]

@darcylewisbingohq

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fuckyeahdarcylewis · 2 years ago

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Grump vs. Sunshine

by JaneyKatherineHummingbird

Brock is a grump, and Darcy is sunshine.

Words: 474, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins, Clint Barton

Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow

Additional Tags: Prompt Fic, grump x sunshine

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#IFTTT #AO3 works tagged 'Darcy Lewis'#Darcy Lewis #fanfictions #mcu

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ao3feed-drstrange · 5 months ago

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read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PR17sqe by fandom Marvel 2024 (Marvel_Fandom) Отложите гаджеты и насладитесь старой доброй прессой! Советы по отношениям, тесты, сплетни и рецепты лучшей жизни от издательства МарвелПечать ждут вас! Words: 8, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Venom (Marvel Movies), Daredevil (TV), Moon Knight (TV 2022), X-Men - All Media Types, WandaVision (TV), Loki (TV 2021), Doctor Strange (Movies), Thor (Movies), Ant-Man (Movies), Spider-Man: Spider-Verse (Sony Animated Movies), Werewolf By Night (2022), She-Hulk: Attorney at Law (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins, Phil Coulson, Eddie Brock | Venom, Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Matt Murdock, Logan (X-Men), Wanda Maximoff, Peggy Carter, Thanos (Marvel), Skye | Daisy Johnson, Clint Barton, Nick Fury, Charles Xavier, Wade Wilson, Bruce Banner, Darcy Lewis, Jennifer Walters, Helmut Zemo, Loki (Marvel), Miles Morales, Maria Hill, Miguel O'Hara, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Gamora (Marvel), Nebula (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Alexander Pierce, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Remy LeBeau, Scott Lang, Stephen Strange, Thor (Marvel), Carol Danvers, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Jane Foster (Marvel), Jack Russell (Marvel), Marguerite Hellbender, Elsa Bloodstone, Bill Foster, Mantis (Marvel), Erik Lehnsherr, Marc Spector, Khonshu (Marvel), Layla El-Faouly, Arthur Harrow, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel) Additional Tags: Collage, Crack, Humor, Fake Magazine Cover read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/PR17sqe

#IFTTT #AO3feed #Jaydick #DC

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ao3feed-moonknight · 5 months ago

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[Fake Magazine] МарвелПечать

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/keT7Qw2 by fandom Marvel 2024 (Marvel_Fandom) Отложите гаджеты и насладитесь старой доброй прессой! Советы по отношениям, тесты, сплетни и рецепты лучшей жизни от издательства МарвелПечать ждут вас! Words: 8, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Русский Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Marvel (Comics), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Captain America (Movies), Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), Venom (Marvel Movies), Daredevil (TV), Moon Knight (TV 2022), X-Men - All Media Types, WandaVision (TV), Loki (TV 2021), Doctor Strange (Movies), Thor (Movies), Ant-Man (Movies), Spider-Man: Spider-Verse (Sony Animated Movies), Werewolf By Night (2022), She-Hulk: Attorney at Law (TV), Iron Man (Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, Tony Stark, Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins, Phil Coulson, Eddie Brock | Venom, Venom Symbiote (Marvel), Matt Murdock, Logan (X-Men), Wanda Maximoff, Peggy Carter, Thanos (Marvel), Skye | Daisy Johnson, Clint Barton, Nick Fury, Charles Xavier, Wade Wilson, Bruce Banner, Darcy Lewis, Jennifer Walters, Helmut Zemo, Loki (Marvel), Miles Morales, Maria Hill, Miguel O'Hara, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Gamora (Marvel), Nebula (Marvel), Rocket Raccoon, Alexander Pierce, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Remy LeBeau, Scott Lang, Stephen Strange, Thor (Marvel), Carol Danvers, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Jane Foster (Marvel), Jack Russell (Marvel), Marguerite Hellbender, Elsa Bloodstone, Bill Foster, Mantis (Marvel), Erik Lehnsherr, Marc Spector, Khonshu (Marvel), Layla El-Faouly, Arthur Harrow, T'Challa (Marvel), Shuri (Marvel) Additional Tags: Collage, Crack, Humor, Fake Magazine Cover read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/keT7Qw2

#ao3feed #fanfic #moon knight #moon knight fanfic #marvel fanfic

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ao3feed-thor · 2 years ago

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Grump vs. Sunshine

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/CfpKJth

by JaneyKatherineHummingbird

Brock is a grump, and Darcy is sunshine.

Words: 474, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America (Movies), Thor (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Darcy Lewis, Brock Rumlow, Jack Rollins, Clint Barton

Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow

Additional Tags: Prompt Fic, grump x sunshine

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/CfpKJth

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #thor

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caiti-creative-corner · 3 years ago

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Title: Let Me Hold You Hostage Square Filled: N4 - Kidnapping - @kinky-things-happen Artist: Caiti Relationship: Brock Rumlow/Darcy Lewis/Jack Rollins Rating: T Note: Should any of my mood boards prompt a fic, please link me so I can enjoy and brag! But please - take this as permission to write it!! Warnings: Mood board, Alternate Universe Summary: “Those who play rarely become brittle in the face of stress or lose the healing capacity for humor.” -Stuart Brown, MD

Prompted by @rushnaround at Mood Board Prompting

#kinky things happen bingo #darcy lewis #brock rumlow #jack rollins #brock x darcy x jack

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fanficimagery · 6 years ago

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Imagine your sister having you move in with her after the last of your family has passed away. Living with superheros and agents never ever crossed your mind, but here you are. Fortunately for you, your sister's boyfriend grants you your own personal floor which no one visits less they've talked to you beforehand.

Brock X Reader

After SHIELD fell and HYDRA came out of the shadows, the world was in chaos. No one knew who to trust and people became paranoid of their city and state officials/representatives after it came out that there was a HYDRA mole within the President's inner circle. It took months and a lot of trust for Captain America, along with a select few trusted individuals, to figure out who was clean and not a lying liar who lied.

No one no longer trusted anything affiliated with the name SHIELD, so it took a lot of persuasion for the World Council to put the Avengers in charge of their very own division. They were to be in charge of all the ex-SHIELD agents who were actually on the right side of things and to be in charge of training any new powered individuals in hopes of them putting their powers to good use.

It was a lot of work, but eventually everyone came together. But then your father passed away- the man you'd been taking care of since your mother passed- and your elder sister Pepper wanted to keep you close. And since you couldn't deny your sister anything, you made the decision to relocate.

Moving into Avengers Tower, you were momentarily starstruck by Captain America. It took Tony pouting and Pepper smothering her giggles for you to snap out it, and after quickly apologizing to Captain- call me Steve- America, meeting everyone else was fairly easy. However, your right eyebrow did twitch every time you saw someone in uniform or covered in blood and/or bandages. Tony thought it was hilarious, but your sister took pity and they relocated you to your own personal floor that had everything you needed so you didn't have to leave your floor if you didn't want to.

Life turned out pretty great, especially after landing the job of receptionist for the Tower. Making appointments, granting/denying entry, and reading everyone's file who stepped into the tower was a pretty easy gig. But sometimes there were some idiots who liked to make your job a little harder than necessary.

Sitting behind a desk, taking calls and making appointments on Stark's fancy tech was probably the easiest job you've ever had. Ogling the powered individuals and agents in tactical gear was a major plus of the work environment, but dealing with the entitled rich assholes who thought themselves too important to need an appointment all while keeping a smile in place was the downfall. Like right now for example.

"I'm sorry, sir," you say for the sixth time, internally screaming, "but I really can't let you up without an appointment. Miss Potts and Mister Stark are very busy people."

Entitled asshole #3 of the day sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You don't seem to understand-"

"I understand perfectly." You smile, adding a touch of pity to your expression. "But rules are rules. I could lose my job if I let you upstairs and you interrupt a meeting they're currently in."

The scumbag scoffs. "As if finding another job is so hard. There's a coffee house on nearly every corner needing a pretty face behind the counter."

Your smile falters, your eye twitches, and your gaze goes steely.

"Is there a problem here?" The gruff voice startles you and your gaze cuts to the left. Standing there is one of the agents who are usually in and out of the tower, but it's someone you've never seen before. Dark eyes, dark hair cut short on the sides and styled loosely on top, and a five o'clock shadow clinging to a very cut jawline.

Your fellow receptionist audibly swoons and you have to bite your tongue to keep from laughing. Quickly glancing at your screen where a pop-up is suddenly blinking from facial recognition being triggered as the agent stepped up to the desk, your smile turns more genuine and lax. "Agent Rumlow. You're early."

"Cap likes his men being punctual, sweetheart." His lips twitch in your direction and the scumbag quietly groans. His gaze narrows as he looks back to the annoyance of the day. "Now is there a problem? I don't think Mister Stark or Miss Potts appreciates you harassing their receptionists."

"Look, man, all I want is to talk with Miss Potts. I'm only in town for a few days and-"

"-and Miss Potts is a very busy woman. If you wanted a meeting with her, then you should have called weeks prior to your trip to see if there was a possibility we could squeeze you in. Dropping in at the last second is really not appropriate."

Scumbag puffs up as if to go off again, but agent Rumlow steps in. "There you have it, pal. You ain't getting upstairs so I suggest you take the loss and schedule an appointment for the next time you're in town."

The guy huffs, bends down to pick up his suitcase, and stomps off. Once he exits and the door shuts behind him, your shoulders droop. "Jesus Christ," you mutter. "That was the most stubborn one today." Your fellow receptionist chuckles and goes back to work, and the agent grins. Smiling sheepishly, you say, "Sorry, agent Rumlow. I shouldn't have said that out loud."

"You're fine," he assures you. "People might make light of the work you do as a receptionist, but they don't take into account the assholes you have to deal with on a daily basis. You're allowed a sigh of relief after dealing with that."

You mock swoon, holding a hand over your heart. "Why, Mr. Rumlow, I do believe you've just become my favorite person ever." That earns you a chuckle and you almost really do swoon. His smile is fuckin' lethal.

Before you can say anything else, your screen pings. Glancing at it, you see it's a message from Tony.

'Stop flirting with Rumlow and send him on up. It's weird.'

'Aye, aye, second boss man.'

After hitting send, you turn your gaze back to agent Rumlow. "They're expecting you upstairs. I assume you know the way?"

"'Course I do, darling." He raps his knuckles against the desk before walking backwards, he then turning and heading for the special elevator that goes up passed the average Stark Inc. floors. Then once settled inside the elevator, he faces the closing doors and winks before he's hidden from view.

"Holy shit," you utter, picking up a file that was laying nearby and fanning yourself with it.

The second receptionist chuckles. "Holy shit indeed. Brock Rumlow is not only one of the best agents SHIELD or the Avengers has ever had, but that man is hotter than hell."

"I don't doubt that. Especially the hotter than hell part." Your friend giggles and you put the file down, composing yourself immediately when you see the lobby doors open. "Okay. Shut up about Rumlow now. We need to concentrate on work and not what his dick might look like."

Your friend cackles and you immediately regret your words when everyone in the lobby startles and glances your way.

Over the next week you're treated to watching Agent Rumlow come and go from the tower. He and another agent had apparently been reassigned temporarily, and you were quite grateful since he and Agent Rollins made quite the eye candy. It also helped that Agent Rumlow seemed to scare off anyone giving you trouble because they didn't make an appointment or missed one.

Thankfully, however, your time off has come up and you're quite looking forward to relaxing the next four days. Even if it means you don't get to see the hot agents come and go.

You have dinner with your sister and Tony, and spend some down time with the Avengers who are not on-call by playing some video games or going out and exploring the city.

Then on your third day off, your favorite football team is scheduled to play- the Dallas Cowboys vs. Atlanta Falcons. The only sport fanatics- Sam and Bucky- were busy, so it appeared you were going to be watching alone. You ordered enough food for four people in case the boys got back early, then headed to your bedroom to change into a Dak Prescott jersey, some small sleep shorts, and a pair of knee high socks.

As you waited for your food to be delivered, you let the pre-game play as background noise while pulling down a small stack in plates and a handful of utensils in case guests popped in.

The elevator dings nearly forty minutes later and you practically skip over to greet the delivery boy. Only.. it's not a delivery boy. Oh no. It's more like delivery men. Agent men.

Coming to a stop several feet away, your right eyebrow raises in surprise. "Rumlow. Rollins. This is a surprise."

Their stoic expressions immediately melt and Rollins lights up, whereas Brock turns curious.

"G'Day, love!" Jack Rollins greets, his usual murder-face vanishing when faced with a friend as he enters your domain.

Brock follows, plastic bags swinging from his hands. "You live here, sweetheart?"

"Yeah. The floor is accessible only to those given permission to visit." Realization dawns on both men and you slowly grin. "You've pressed the button before, haven't you?"

"Yep. Never worked," Rollins muses. "Now where do you want these, sheila? He then asks, you trying not to giggle at his Australian accent as he raises the plastic bags in hand.

"Kitchen is good," you say, gesturing them to follow. They do and you huff a laugh when you glance over your shoulder and see them glancing around your place. You have an entire floor to yourself, it being an open-floor plan with the only doors leading to the two bedrooms which each have their own bathrooms inside. Then watching as Rumlow and Rollins set the bags of food down, you say, "JARVIS scans everyone in the elevators. If they press the button for my floor and aren't on the approved list, the elevator won't budge. If you've been approved, JARVIS will let the elevator stop on my floor."

"No offense, sweetheart, but how does a secretary land a place like this?" Brock asks.

You shrug. "My sister wanted me close. We're all that's left of our family and when she asked me to move in, I did."

"Sister?" Rollins asks, brow furrowing.

"Have you guys not noticed my last name? Seriously?" Brock and Jack shrug, and you laugh. "Potts. I'm Y/N Potts. Pepper's younger sister."

"Holy shit."

"You can say that again, mate."

"Now that that's out of the way," you grin. "How did you guys get up here?"

"Oh. Uhh. Shelly?" Brock says, stating it as a question rather than an answer. "She was working the desk downstairs when we getting ready to leave for the night. Delivery guy left the food and she asked us to bring it up after typing something on her computer."

"Hmm. She must have been giving you temporary access to drop off the food," you say. Both men nod and glance around again, and you smother a smile when you see their gaze drawn to the TV. "Well if you guys are off for the night and don't have any plans, I ordered a lot of food if you want to stick around and watch the game. There's beer and other drinks in the fridge."

"Ace!" Jack cheers, turning to dig through the bags he and Brock had just brought up.

You chuckle and then glance at Brock, coloring slightly as his gaze drop down to your bare legs then back up towards your navy blue jersey. He grimaces. "Cowboys fan, sweetheart?"

"Don't hate," you say. "I'll agree to Romo being a pansy ass QB, but Prescott is actually pretty decent. Beasley and Witten are beasts, and you can't tell me otherwise." He holds his hands up in mock surrender and you gesture to the food once more. "Now come on. Grab a plate and fill it. If Clint decides to drop in tonight, he'll eat all the egg rolls."

Jack holds a beer out to Brock as he passes by and the two men waste no time in helping themselves to the food.

As the night progresses, neither men hide their amusement as they see a completely different side of you. Gone are the pant suits and pencil skirts and calm demeanor, and in their place is a screaming football fanatic wearing the smallest shorts ever threatening the ref on TV because he missed throwing the flag on a face mask call.

You don't know what possesses you to give agents Rumlow and Rollins access to your floor, but you do and you've never been more happy. After that first night where they stayed to watch the game with you, something just clicked with them. Jack Rollins was strictly a friend, sometimes a flirtatious one, but Brock Rumlow was something else. Neither of you dared speak of it and you were content to just tiptoe around whatever it was.

And then once they realized they had access to your floor, it seemed like there were no boundaries. Brock and Jack dropped by a lot, but of course they always asked beforehand. If you were working, they managed to coincide their lunch break with yours, or if you were off you either cooked or ordered in to have lunch with them. They even sometimes crashed in your spare bedroom when their shifts got separated and one or the other didn't want to go to their own apartment alone.

Tony was indifferent to your weekly, sometimes daily visitors, but Pepper was wary of them because of their deep undercover stint in HYDRA. However, one particular incident had instantly warmed your sister to Brock.

It was one of your off days and a day Pepper had taken off for some much needed retail therapy when you ended up back at your place. You had stepped off the elevator, sighing in contentment and kicking off your shoes. Pepper followed suit, but then came to an abrupt halt when she spotted someone sleeping on your couch.

"Y/N, is that..?"

"Hmm." You glance in the direction she is staring, smiling softly. "Brock? Yeah. He and Jack drop in when they pull doubles and don't feel like driving to their place."

"Oh. I wasn't aware-"

"Don't make it weird, Pep. Well.. any weirder."

Pepper opens her mouth to retort, but Brock snuffling in his sleep stalls her. "Fury wants all the mangoes," he mumbles. "My mangoes."

You snort and Pepper dissolves into a bout of giggles. "He sleep talks," you tell her. "It's adorable."

The elevator dings softly, and you and your sister turn around to see a tired agent Rollins step off. He smiles politely at Pepper before stepping up to you, he giving you a one-armed hug and a kiss to your temple.

"Room free, love?"

"All yours, Rollins. I'll wake Brock."

"Thanks. Miss Potts," he then nods as he greets your sister, walking off towards your guest bedroom.

Your sister glances at you and you shrug, grinning. Then stepping around your couch, you find a small portion to sit on that's near Brock's hip and gently shake him awake. "Time to wake up, handsome. Your shift starts in ten minutes."

It takes a few moments, but Brock eventually wakes. He smiles sleepily, yawns and stretches, and then is thrown into full wakefulness when he spots your sister. He greets her formally and Pepper hides her smile, she watching him curiously as he grabs his stuff to take his leave.

"Mr. Rumlow?" Pepper calls out. She waits until he turns around. "How do you feel about mangoes?"

His nose scrunches. "Hate them. Why?"

"No reason." Pepper's faux innocence makes you cackle, she dissolving into laughter of her own when Brock frowns at your reaction.

After that day, things had been smooth sailing.

It was rare that all the ladies of the tower had the same night off, so when that time came everyone got together to relax, eat, have drinks, and talk about what's been on their minds as of late.

Pepper, Natasha, Wanda, Darcy, and Jane were well onto the third bottle of wine and settled quite comfortably in the lounge area of your apartment with music playing softly in the background. While everyone was talking and laughing, Jane was the only one distracted as she scribbled notes on a pad of paper you had tossed at her when she started scribbling on napkins.

The elevator dings and every lady calms down, turning to see who was crashing their night.

Agent Rollins steps off, yawning, and his perfectly gelled hair looking a little out of place. Everyone goes eerily quiet, but you grin at his sleepy state.

"Room open, love?" He asks, already heading towards your guest bedroom.

"Nope. But you're more than welcome to wake him and send him to mine. He's only been sleeping for three hours."

"Thanks, sheila."

As Jack disappears, the ladies all turn back towards you. You shrug innocently as Pepper hides her smile behind her glass of wine. But before anyone can say anything, a sleepy Brock walks out of your guest room in nothing but his boxer briefs. Wanda's eyes widen before she quickly averts them, Natasha appraises him quite blatantly, Darcy gapes, and even Jane stops doodling long enough to watch a half naked Brock disappear into your room.

"Agent Rumlow?" Natasha then amuses. "Nice."

"I swear it's not what it looks like," you quickly defend, chuckling.

"They're in the awkward stage," Pepper says. "It's adorable."

"Damn girl. Get some." Darcy waggles her eyebrows, Jane snorts, and you groan.

"He is quite handsome," Wanda quietly muses. "I did not know he had all those muscles."

You sigh longingly, nodding. "So many muscles."

"Mhm. What exactly are agents Rumlow and Rollins doing here?" Natasha wonders.

"They sometimes sleep here when they work double shifts." You shrug. "Brock got in just before you all showed up and Jacky's shift just ended. He prefers the mattress in the guest bedroom rather than mine and Brock, the weirdo, can sleep anywhere."

"And you're just immune to all that?" Darcy asks, waving her hand in the direction of your room.

"Mostly." Jack reappears, he too now half naked. You roll your eyes and Pepper snickers, and everyone else watches his bare back as he stumbles towards the kitchen. "All good, Jacky boy?"

Having gotten himself a glass of water, Jack chugs it before setting the glass in the sink and flashing you a thumb's up.

"How are you not climbing him like a tree?" Darcy asks, incredulous.

Your nose wrinkles in distaste. "It's Jack," you say as if that's reason enough.

"Jack's a sweetheart," Pepper tell them. "It's Brock she has to keep an eye out for. He's trouble."

"So much trouble."

The girls all giggle, but for the next two hours they forget about the men sleeping in your rooms. Then when you all decide to call it a night, Tony, Steve, Bucky, and Clint all have to be called down to escort Pepper, Darcy, Wanda, and Jane back to their rooms. Natasha is the only one capable of walking without injuring herself and it takes you longer than usual to clean-up since you have to concentrate really hard to not drop any glass.

Then after taking a brief shower and brushing your teeth, you quietly walk up to your bed. Brock is sprawled on his stomach in the middle of your bed, no sheet or blanket covering him. Before you can think about, your hand raises of it's own volition and swings down to slap Brock on the ass. He grunts and scoots over, and you climb into your side of the bed.

He climbs under the blanket with you and before you can find a position you're comfortable with, Brock reaches out for you and rearranges you so your back is to his chest. Then after moving your hair aside, he hooks his stubbled jaw over your left shoulder and pulls you close so your butt is pressed against his groin. His hand finds it's way under your shirt and you tense briefly before you feel him relax and his thumb starts to brush back and forth over the skin of your stomach.

"Comfortable?" You muse, grinning and finally relaxing.

"Mmmm. Ladies finally decided to leave?"

"Yeah. Everyone but Natasha had to be carried out."

Brock huffs a laugh. "Heard y'all talking. I'm trouble, huh?"

"You know you are," you say around a yawn. "You enjoy walking around my place half naked too much. If I weren't so tired or half drunk, I'd have probably caved tonight and got some, as Darcy would say."

"Dammit." Brock's chest shakes with suppressed laughter. "Rain check?"

"Definitely."

#fanficimagery #brock x reader #brock rumlow x reader #brock rumlow imagine #marvel imagine #brock rumlow #jack rollins #pepper potts #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #jane foster #darcy lewis #imagine

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amusewithaview · 6 years ago

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@ozhawkauthor - CONCEPT FOR YOU:

Daemon AU where Darcy Lewis’s daemon is an Autsralian Magpie and only Rollins is Appropriately Terrified when he first meets her and her daemon. (Rumlow learns. Eventually.)

#daemon au #darcy lewis #brock x darcy x jack #jack rollins #brock rumlow #mcu au

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zephrbabe · 6 years ago

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The Prospect of Discovery

Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow, College AU

Rated E for: public sex, library sex, safe sex

Word Count: 828

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“Hurry up, man,” Jack hissed from the end of the stack, just out of sight. Nearby and also out of sight, Barnes snorted, probably not even looking up from texting his boyfriend.

Brock readjusted his grip on his girl’s hips, and tugged her back onto his dick. Darcy gasped a low “yes!” and pushed back onto him. She braced against the bookshelf, slamming them together on every thrust. He sped up. They didn't have long until the lunch rush of students getting a little quiet time for studying and homework made illicit fucking in the library impossible.

Her pussy was making a filthy wet noise every time he pulled out, audible in the hush of the library. If Brock reached down right now, Darcy’s cream would be slippery all down her thighs. She liked the risk of getting caught, liked the thrill of breaking the rules, liked looking the sweet young co-ed but having her naughty little secrets.

Brock liked her naughty little secrets, too, especially when it meant he got his dick wet in the middle of the day. He liked the dazed little smile on her face when they went back to class, too, knowing she’d think of him every time she shifted in her seat.

Fuck, he needed her to come; he was too close.

Reaching down, finding her pussy as slippery as he’d predicted, Brock flattened his fingers over the top of her pussy, and rubbed. He was probably touching her clit. He knew she liked it when he licked her there, anyway.

Darcy’s “Auh!” was loud in the quiet of the library. The thought of being caught prickled up Brock’s spine. Coach Pierce would have his nuts if Brock got written up for bad behavior again.

“Gotta keep quiet, babe,” he breathed into her hair. He drew out his thrusts, hilting himself hard enough to give her something to remember later. “Wouldn’t want Rollins to come over here and see what all the noises are-” He grinned to himself, struck by a new thought. “Wouldn’t want him to ask for a turn.”

Under him, Darcy gasped and tensed up. Brock immediately regretted running his mouth, and shit, now she was gonna tell him to piss off and leave him with no girlfriend and his pants around his knees.

Before he could start apologizing, Darcy’s whole body rippled. Her pussy clamped down on his dick, tighter than a fist. Her moan was high and sharp, though she managed to muffle it in her arm.

Holy shit, she was into that?

He was gonna nut any second, Darcy was so fucking hot. And her pussy was still squeezing him, damn. Brock could feel the tightness in his balls, the tingle at the base of his spine.

Barnes whistled from the far aisle. “Incoming!”

“Shit!” Darcy jerked forward, dislodging Brock and leaving him stumbling. She glanced at him as she rushed to fix her clothing. “Put your dick away, asshole! You’re gonna get us both busted!”

This could not get back to Coach Pierce; the shot of fear cleared Brock’s head.

Brock jerked his jeans up and jammed himself back into his boxers, condom and all. He bit his lips as the teeth of his zipper caught on his delicate dick skin. Darcy was panting as she yanked her oversized sweater down over her leggings.

They righted themselves just in time for an oblivious freshman to round the corner, nose deep in a textbook. She glanced at them, but didn’t seem to notice how rumpled and breathy they both were. Brock wiped his wet fingers on the leg of his jeans.

Brock and Darcy hustled out of the row on Rollins’ side, and Jack fell into step with them, laughing under his breath. Barnes, in true Barnes fashion, was nowhere to be seen. He’d fucked off the second he discharged his bro duty. Brock thought Barnes might be a little jealous of Darcy.

But Brock thought everybody was jealous of Darcy, or jealous of him, having Darcy.

Backpack slung over her shoulder, Darcy was striding out of the library. Her legs were short, but Brock was hobbled by his hard-on, and it took effort to keep up with her. Maybe he could convince her to suck him off in the gender neutral bathroom by the library entrance. He really wanted to come, and Darcy was always appreciative after an orgasm like that.

Brock tugged her close with an arm over her shoulders, that little pleased grin on her plush pink lips. He saw her glance over at Rollins on his other side, slow and not as surreptitious as she thought.

Brock caught her eye, and Darcy blushed. “Yeah?”

She glanced at Jack again and licked her lips, glossy and a little bitten from muffling herself earlier. “Yeah.”

Eyeing Rollins himself, Brock didn’t miss the slight hitch in his friend’s step, or how he was carrying his team jacket modestly over his crotch.

He grinned.

“Hey Jack-”

#darcy lewis #brock rumlow #darcy x brock #lemon #college au #bucky barnes #jack rollins #brock is a bit of a douchebro #darcy is a bit of an exhibitionist

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