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Maria hill drabble|

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Title: Ice and Embers

The morning sun filtered into the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D., casting long shadows across the sleek, modern furnishings. Agents bustled around, clutching their coffee cups and files. Among them, Maria Hill stood in stark contrast to the warmth of the sun. Known as the “Ice Queen” of S.H.I.E.L.D., her sharp demeanor and no-nonsense attitude kept most agents at a distance. She navigated the bustling corridors with her trademark poise, exuding a chill that seemed to seep through the walls.

Her colleagues whispered about her behind closed doors, aware of her reputation yet enamored by her resilience. But there was one exception in this frosty world: you. You were not merely another agent, but someone who had wormed your way into her heart. The dynamic between you two was a delicate tapestry woven from mutual respect and countless shared moments—each one slowly but surely melting away that icy exterior of hers.

You had been partners on several missions, and while she kept a professional facade, it was evident to you that it was merely a shield. Maria had an uncanny ability to be harsh in her judgments and yet gentle in moments that mattered. She could turn a cold shoulder to the world around her but would soften her gaze whenever you were near.

It was a typical day when the incident happened—a chaotic briefing session that would ignite a spark in the hearts of those who watched. You could feel the tension in the air, a buzz of anticipation mixed with discomfort. As Agent Hill outlined the critical elements of an upcoming operation, a new recruit—a young, naive agent with more bravado than sense—decided to interject.

“Uh, do you ever think it’s a bit much, you know,her being the ‘Ice Queen’ and all?” He smirked, glancing at the others for support. “I mean, lighten up a little!”

The room fell silent as all eyes snapped to Maria. She turned slowly, her expression frigid, eyes narrowed to slits. In that moment, every single person in the room could sense the cold rush of impending fury.

Without so much as a word, Maria strode toward the recruit, the atmosphere growing colder the closer she got. With a single swiftness that silenced the air around you, she delivered a deft punch to the recruit’s face, sending him staggering back, blood trickling from his nose.

A collective gasp echoed through the room.

You felt a rush of indignation, something akin to anger but tinged with the warmth of affection. “Maria—what were you thinking?” you said, stepping forward. The recruit was already a target of mockery, and your heart ached for him, even as you knew he deserved some reprimanding for his audacity.

“She deserves respect,” Maria shot back, her voice laced with the ice that everyone had come to expect from her. But beneath her fierce exterior, you knew she was shielding something deeper.

The recruit, still dazed, muttered something about apologies and tried to retreat, but instead, he exited, a bruise already forming where Maria’s fist had made contact. The room was still clamorous with shock, all eyes darting nervously toward you and her.

“Seriously, Maria,” you said, keeping your tone firm yet gentle. “You can’t just—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, her voice a low growl. “You don’t understand. This is how I maintain order. They need to learn.”

“But you could have taught him a lesson without using your fists,” you insisted. “You don’t have to be so harsh all the time, especially around me.”

Maria’s eyes softened as she met your gaze. The weight of the conversation shifted ever so slightly. The walls she built around her heart shivered under the warmth of your words.

“You don’t really think it’s attractive, do you?” she said finally, a glimmer of uncertainty flickering in the depths of those icy eyes.

You took a step closer, lowering your voice. “The fierceness, maybe. But the anger? Not so much. I love when you’re passionate about something—when I see the real you behind all this.” You gestured around, indicating her exterior. “But you don’t have to prove anything to me.”

For a moment, she held your gaze, the ice melting around the edges just a fraction. You could see inside her, the woman who fought so hard to protect others, even if it cost her the warmth of vulnerability.

“Maybe I should apologize,” she murmured, glancing towards the door through which the recruit had disappeared. “But if I show weakness—”

“Displaying vulnerability doesn’t equal weakness, Maria. Look at me. I’m not scared of who you are, and I admire you for it. Your strength doesn’t need to always be shown through a hard exterior.”

She sighed, her breath releasing like a winter's bite, and finally, the edges of her mouth curled into a reluctant smile. “Maybe you’re right.”

“And for the record,” you added, crossing your arms playfully, “there’s something ridiculously attractive about seeing you defend what matters to you in such a fierce way. Just maybe… choose your battles—or your targets—more wisely?”

Maria’s lips quirked into a genuine, heart-melting smile as she stepped closer and drew you into an embrace. You warmed against her, the cold dissipating in the genuine comfort of her touch.

“Okay, I promise,” she whispered into your ear, her voice still serious but touched with a hint of laughter. “No more punching recruits.”

Together, you walked out of that chaos, side by side. The Ice Queen might have a chilling reputation, but every day with you warmed her heart, revealing the fiery embers that lay beneath.

A/n i dont like it.

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