⍟ Marvel one-shots volume II ☠

☠ I'm sorry ☠

Pαιrιɴɢ: Brock Rumlow X Double agent!Reader.
Word coυɴт: 618 words.
Sυммαry: A conversation the night before HYDRA's uprising.
Wαrɴιɴɢѕ: Fluff, angst, feelings of regret.
A/N: This is my entry to the 1K Followers Writing Challenge with the prompt:

"I love you, okay? And I can't stay in your life when I'm just ruining it."
"You can't just say that, and don't wait for me to answer."

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.

Night was falling as tense air hung in the air in one of HYDRA's secret headquarters. Inside a dimly lit room, Brock Rumlow was standing by the window. The look in his eyes contrasted with concern, while still trying to look as if nothing was bothering him. At that moment, the door to the living room opened softly, and you stepped inside.

You closed the door, and your eyes met Brock's. In that tense silence, you both knew that the next day would mark the end of many things, including perhaps how you felt about each other. They didn't need words to express the fear and uncertainty they felt; their looks said it all.

Finally, Brock broke the silence, his voice filling the room.

"Y/N, I need you to understand something. This thing we're doing, what I'm about to do—there's no turning back. HYDRA is about to reveal itself and its consequences. Brock was silent for a moment and then continued. "I love you, okay? And I can't stay in your life when I'm just ruining it." After saying that, he looked like he was going to leave the room.

"You can't just say that, and don't wait for me to answer." You stared at him, your jaw clenched. "Brock, seriously, you can't just show up here, tell me you love me, and then expect me to accept your goodbye like it's nothing. I can't ignore how I feel about you. I can't just turn my back on what we've shared."

Brock looked down for a moment. He knew you were right—he couldn't expect you to just let it go and forget everything they'd been through from the moment they'd met on their first mission after leaving the academy.

"Y/N, I love you," he finally said. "But I can't let you put me in danger. No one at S.H.I.E.L.D. can suspect you."

You moved closer to him, placing a hand gently on his cheek.

"Brock, I love you too, but you can't do it alone; we're a team, and we need as many members as possible."

Brock kissed you softly; his lips found yours in a kiss full of passion and desperation. His arms wrapped around you tightly, as if he wanted time to stop at that moment and stay forever like that.

After a moment, Brock slowly pulled away, never taking his eyes off you. "I can't promise you that everything will be alright, Y/N. But I promise that I will do everything in my power to protect you. You know what you must do in case I get caught; don't try to stay with me at that moment in case it happens. Remember, you must get to safety first, and then, if possible, you can look for me and help me escape."

You shook your head, holding her face in your hands. "You can't ask me to leave you, Brock. We're in this together, no matter what. I can't just let you face this alone."

He grabbed your hand, squeezing it tightly.

"You know this could happen since we entered the academy; we were told so many, many times; we were both at the top of our classes; now it's time for us to put the plan we talked about so many times into action; anyway, I'll keep an eye on the intercom in case you need my help. Remember, whatever happens, don't let them catch you."

Nodding, you walked over to him and hugged him tightly.

It was time. A few seconds earlier, Brock had gotten the message that he was to catch Rogers. You gave each other one last kiss as you clung to each other in the darkness of the night.