Taking Care of the Asset (Brock Rumlow x fem! Winter Soldier)

Chapter 3: The Mall

The next morning, Brock had woke up on his couch with the Asset laying on him, cuddled up against him. The agent grinned at this. 'NO! THIS IS WRONG! STOP!' Brock thought in his head. "I can't do this. Pierce would kill me." He mumbled to himself. This is when Becky woke up. She yawned and opened her blue-gray eyes. Rumlow couldn't do anything but go for her hair. The Asset suddenly blushed. "W-What are you doing?" She asked confused. "I can't do anything when you're around. You should've been called the Summer Soldier because you're so hot right now." Rumlow said tiredly. Barnes' face turned to a fire truck, that was how red it turned.
About an hour later they had fully woke up, the both of them. Rumlow actually started liking her being his roommate... even if it was going to be the first full day of having her. Brock had had made a good bond with her already. Currently, Becky was laying in the couch watching the tv while Brock was with the food.
"Breakfast is ready... it isn't the type of stuff you get every morning though. I'll feed you better than HYDRA would." He chuckled and took two plates over to the couch. Becky looked at it, confused. "You'll like it. It's stuff they had back in the forties I bet. Pancakes." He grinned. She shrugged and took the plate into her lap as she sat up. Rumlow sat next to her on the couch.
"How did you sleep?"
"Good... I guess."
"You can have the bed tonight. I'll sleep on the couch." Rumlow smiled and continued with the pancakes. Becky thanked him. "Later we can go get you some clothes and stuff... I know you have nothing really. I'll pay." After that, Rumlow's phone started ringing from the coffee table. He picked it up and answered it.
"Director Pierce?"
"Is Barnes okay? What are you doing right now? Do you need something from the base?"
"Sir, she's fine. We're eating right now... and we're going to the ma-"
"THE ASSET IS NOT A PLAY TOY! SHE IS A HIGHLY SKILLED WEAPON! IT CANNOT GO TO THE MALL! SHE'S NOT A FUCKING VICTORIA'S SECRET MODEL!"
"Pierce... calm down. It's just clothes for disguises. I'm not gonna buy... that stuff. I also have a question. Is it okay if the Asset sleeps with me on the couch?"
Pierce face palmed. "No. Sure. I don't care. Just don't turn her into your personal servant, Rumlow." Another voice came from the phone. It seemed to be Jack Rollins. "This is probably the only woman you'll ever kiss in your life!" He chuckled. "Shut up! I'm gonna get her ready. We're going shopping for clothes... then we're gonna have lunch, alright?" Rumlow sighed and hung up.  "Beck, get ready. We're going shopping." The brunette female nodded and ran to Brock's room to get a pair of his pants and grabbed a shirt for him, since he was currently shirtless. Brock washed the dishes and looked over at Becky. "I have a girls sweater if you want it. It's in the closet.  There's also some pants in there. Don't ask why. I've had a few nights with strangers." He chuckled. Becky ran back into the room to change into those instead. A red hoodie and a pair of skinny jeans. She looked great in it. And surprisingly it fit. Becky threw the other shirt at Rumlow. He caught it and put it on. "Thanks ba-" he covered his words with a cough.  "Uh... sorry. Thank you!" Brock said. He put on his boots and grabbed the truck keys as Becky waited at the door, already ready. Rumlow ran to the door and opened it. "After you." Becky nodded and walked out of the apartment. Rumlow walked out after her and locked it. He grabbed her hand and ran to the truck.
They got to the mall an hour later. Brock got out of the truck and so did Becky. She hid her bionic arm so well it was like she didn't even have one. "Stay close to me and no one will notice you." Rumlow ordered the woman who just got out of the truck. Jamie nodded and took his hand.  "Just act normal." They walked into the mall from the food court. "Okay, come with me." He walked to the Old Navy store. They walked to the woman's section. "Um... I don't know your size or anything. Just find something and try it on at the fitting rooms. Get whatever ya want." Becky looked around at everything, finding a few cute things that interested her. Rumlow just stayed behind her like what a good husband would do when his wife was shopping. It was like the couple at Walmart... but they weren't a couple.
She got done picking out some clothes and trying them on. Rumlow took the clothes from her hands and walked to the line. It wasn't really busy. "Over to this line." He smiled and walked to the line like the Asset following him like a lost puppy. They paid for the clothes, got a bag, and went off to the food court.
The two looked around and decided that the McDonald's was good. Then after lunch, they'd get out of the mall and go back to the apartment.
Well, it didn't fully turn out as planned. They were stuck in traffic. Rumlow sighed as he tapped the steering wheel. Becky stayed silent. "So... we'll be stuck for a while." Brock turned up the radio slowly, revealing it to be a classic country radio station. (Because I like me some country music) Brock smiled as one of his favorite songs came on. He looked over at Becky who was staring out of the window. "Hello darlin'... nice to see ya." He said in deep voice. "It's been a long time!" Becky turned her head at Rumlow, who was trying to sing. She smiled softly at him. He smiled. "You're just as lovely as youuuuu used to be. How's your new love? Are ya happy?" Becky smiled and slid over to the middle seat. (Get ready for fluff) He continued to sing along to the song and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
Rumlow rode a backroad to his apartment. Becky had her head against his shoulder. His arm was wrapped around her waist. He couldn't tell and other agents or Pierce for that matter about this. He new this was wrong but like any other song, his mind was telling him no but his body was telling him yes. Had he developed feeling for her? He shook his head out of his thoughts. Brock finally had arrived at the apartment. He grabbed the bags from the back seat and opened Becky's door, picking her up, closing the door, and carrying her to the apartment door.
Brock sat the bags on the table and dropped the Asset on the couch. She sat there, waiting for Rumlow. He jumped on and lay on it. Becky crawled to his chest to lay on. He grabbed the tv remote from the coffee table and turned it on, flipping to the classic country station, the best station to really do anything to. Especially cuddle. He grinned and ran a hand through Jamie's hair. They say there for the rest of the day, singing, sleeping, and snuggling.