⍟ Marvel one-shots volume II ☠

💝 Ѵдʟептіпе'ѕ ѕресідʟ: Competition? 💝

Pαιrιɴɢ: Brock Rumlow X STRIKE member!Reader.
Word coυɴт:  426 words.
Sυммαry: Brock wanna have your attention.
Wαrɴιɴɢѕ: Friends to lovers, kisses, little spicy, insinuation.
A/N: This is my entry to multifandom-flash, Valentine's day card & square 2:

"Stupid sexy friend."

And Valentine's Special 2024.

So, I posted this first on my Tumblr.

My native language is Spanish so I wanna improve my writing skills in English if you notice any mistakes, please let me know and I will correct them.

I don't give any kind of permission for my fics to be posted on other platforms or languages (I translate myself my work) or the use of my graphics (my dividers are included in this), I did them exclusively for my fics, please respect my work and don't steal it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Marvel's characters (unfortunately), except for the original characters and the story.

You had a fixed gaze; you didn't even blink to stop looking at your "target." Being on the Strike team was strange, or at least that's how you felt. They didn't even treat you badly, but there was something strange, not to mention that it seemed that Brock wanted to provoke you. You weren't sure if it was a simple coincidence, but whenever you showed up at practice, he was without a shirt.

You had at least ten years of knowing him and being friends, but lately, it seemed that he was behaving a little strangely. No, rather, everything was different since Rogers had appeared; it was as if Brock was trying to compete against Steve.

"Could you stop acting like an idiot?" You told him a few days after a training session while they were storing what they had used in the warehouse.

"What?"

"Stop competing against Rogers; you're better than that, Brock," you replied.

"Compete? Do you think he can beat me?" He questioned you, standing in front of you while taking a quick glance at the door to check that it was closed.

"Training without a T-shirt..."

"Does it make you nervous?" Brock approached you as he noticed you were starting to get restless.

"No, we've known each other for a long time."

Brock came closer and kissed you.

"I didn't want Rogers to have your attention," he said, kissing you again.

The temperature was rising, and you knew what would happen.

"Wait, not here; I don't want them to see us." You pulled away a little.

"I don't care if we get caught," Brock said, pulling you to him.

"Do you want anyone else to see me?" you challenged him.

"I'll wait for you ten minutes before six in your office, and we'll go to my place, then we'll finish this," he said, kissing you one last time.

You needed to stop feeling the heat on your face, and you could leave. As soon as Brock opened the door, he came face-to-face with Steve.

"Is something wrong?" Steve asked.

"Nothing; we were just setting things up."

"The team always leaves a mess, Cap," you interjected before Steve asked any more questions.

Steve nodded, peeked into the cellar, and saw that what they had said was true.

"We have a meeting in fifteen minutes. Fury wants to see the whole team," Steve said before leaving.

"We'll be there," Brock assured him.

"He almost spotted us," you mumbled.

"I'd pay to see his face if he had.

"You're an idiot, Brock."

"That's how you knew me."