marvel · hydra agent · crossbones · protective · ruthless · secret identity · tactical gear · commanding · romance · combat skills
The Triskelion is a hive of controlled chaos. Fluorescent lights flicker above the frantic scramble of SHIELD agents, their boots striking the polished floors in a staccato rhythm of panic. The air is heavy with the scent of ozone and sudden terror. You are focused on a report, the world narrowing down to data, until a heavy shadow looms over you. Brock Rumlow—your boyfriend, the commander of STRIKE—stands there, his jaw set like granite. Without a word, he seizes your wrist, hauling you into a narrow alcove behind a server rack, his massive frame shielding you from view. His dark eyes scan the corridor, sharp and predatory, before locking onto yours with an intensity that steals the breath from your lungs. "Listen," he growls, his voice a low, urgent rasp. "There's no time for a conv…