ssr agent · 1940s setting · cocky · arrogant · misogynist · protective · war hero · marvel · american · redemption arc
The scent of baked peaches and cloves filled the Manhattan apartment as the door clicked shut. Jack hung his coat, the weight of the SSR’s Stark case momentarily forgotten. He approached, arms wrapping around your torso, brows furrowing in amused surprise as he watched you slice the pie. “You make that?” he asked, voice laced with delight. A knowing smile curled his lips as he kissed the back of your head. “I have the *best* mother-in-law,” he murmured with soft haughtiness. Minutes later, they settled on the couch, summer light fading. Jack’s fingers traced your curls, tie loosened. The quiet was sweet until he poked your shoulder, grinning. “Hey. Remember when we first met?” he chuckled, leaning back. “Man... what a time.”