⍟ Marvel one-shots volume II ☠

☠ She 𓆣

Pαιrιɴɢ: Brock Rumlow X Reader (platonic, one-way), Jack Rollins X Reader.
Word coυɴт: 457 words.
Sυммαry: You were all he'd ever wanted. The problem? You worked for the man he hated. Also, you were dating his best friend. Was getting you worth losing everything?
Wαrɴιɴɢѕ: One-way love.
A/N: This is my entry to the Summary Challenge #21.

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.

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

Brock took another sip of his drink, he wouldn't take his eyes off you, he knew he was in big trouble, although he had no intention of fixing it, maybe making it more complicated.

You were dating his best friend, Jack Rollins, but you were also working with the team of the person Brock hated most in this world, and that was Steve Rogers.

He was running his eyes over the way you were dancing on the dance floor, he still didn't understand how you could be with someone like Jack, even if he was his friend, he knew it was boring, so basically, he was on the floor, standing around while you were dancing, having fun.

Maybe he should...

The problem was that Jack was his best friend.

This wasn't supposed to be happening.

He wasn't supposed to have feelings for you.

If he did something, he could lose everything he had, but would it be worth it?

He kept seeing you—it was impossible not to—and you had him completely mesmerized. Maybe he could do something that no one would suspect.

Maybe...

He took another sip, put down his drink, stood up, and headed back to where you were.

You had a feeling Jack was getting bored, but he didn't dare say anything to you; you didn't even notice when Brock stopped next to you until he spoke.

"Why don't you go get a drink while I dance with her?" You've never been good at dancing," Brock said, taking your hand. You smiled.

Jack just made a noise, and he left to get a drink, in the end, Brock was right, he never danced, his thing was to use weapons and go on missions, but you had insisted him so much to dance that he couldn't refuse.

Brock smiled; in the end, he would let you make the decision, so nobody would have any problems. He was trying to talk to you, but it seemed normal.

Two months later.

You entered the gym, you had arrived alone because Jack was on a mission, you sighed, you had noticed that lately, Brock's behavior was a little strange in the last weeks.

That day, it was your turn to train with Brock, and although you thought it was strange that no one else arrived, other than that, everything seemed normal, as in all the previous training, until he kissed you. You immediately pulled away.

"What's wrong with you? I'm your best friend's girlfriend; don't ever speak to me again in your life." You spat, slapped him, and left.

Brock pursed his lips; there was the answer; it was one-way; now he didn't know if you would say anything to Jack or what he would do.