⍟ Marvel one-shots volume II ☠

🎄 Снгіѕтмдѕ ѕресідʟ: New Year's stuck 🎄

Pαιrιɴɢ: Brock Rumlow X Reader.Reader.
Word coυɴт: 511 words. 
Sυммαry: Will you and Brock be able to make it to New Year's dinner on time?
Wαrɴιɴɢѕ: Train stuck.
A/N: This is my entry to the MXRFF's Holiday Prompt Challenge with the prompt #31:

"New Year's kiss."

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 that my fics be posted in 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.

A snowstorm was falling in the city; you were amazed. That meant snowmen, snowball fights, and endless fun. Of course, Brock was not pleased; he appeared to despise the snow.

"Of course, the snow bothers me; I can't use my bike," Brock complained for the third time in the day.

"Come on, Brock, it's fun."

"No, it's not; I'm cold the whole day; I can't use my bike; the workouts are slower; the transport is slower," Brock kept complaining.

"You sound like Rogers' grandfather," you sneered.

"What?"

"What you heard," you said.

"I think someone will clear all the snow that accumulates in front of our house... alone," Brock said, using that tone of pretending to be furious, even if it wasn't true.

"Then you'll take care of today's dinner... alone," you challenged.

Before he could answer, Steve came in for Brock to sign the last mission report, and you took advantage of the meddling to leave.

Hours later, Brock looked for you; they still had to finish cooking New Year's dinner. When they looked around, they realized they couldn't leave on the bike because the roads were closed due to snow, and the only way out was through the subway.

Brock gave you that typical look of his with which he hinted at the classic "I told you."

"Don't you dare, we can still get home; we will take a train, and you will see that it will be a spectacular dinner."

"If we walk, we'll get there faster," Brock said.

"No, better as I say," you insisted as you pulled him toward the entrance of the station.

However, just halfway through their time trapped in the snow inside the subway car, Brock turned to see you with the faces of a few friends.

"Are you still happy with your snow?" he questioned.

"Oh, come on, Brock, it's a bit of snow; in no time the train will move forward and we'll get home," you replied while still smiling.

"I don't think we'll get there before our guests," Brock complained.

"Oh, well, I don't know what you're worried about; Jack has keys; they can come in."

"We will freeze to death."

"Don't be dramatic, they just have to remove some snow from the tracks and the train will move forward."

Mobile phone batteries were gone; they were still stranded on the train with no way to communicate.

"Well, it could be worse; we could be in the middle of a mission and everything is going wrong," you said abruptly, trying to lighten the mood as Brock looked at you with disdain.

Brock smiled triumphantly, possibly using another mode of transportation in the same way they would have arrived or been stuck anyway. He saw his watch; it was less than a minute before midnight; they were going to be very, very late for dinner.

He took you by the shoulders and kissed you. You were very surprised. Usually, Brock doesn't act that way; you are always the one who surprises him.

"Happy New Year, love," he said after kissing you.