A.N.-Hey guys! Sorry about... not posting at all. I've been busy and also I've been writing this chapter for months... and then discarded it because it simply made no sense! I've also been catching up on shows I've been needing to watch. But now that I'm all caught up (and also don't have writer's block anymore) I AM READY!
P.s.- no spoilers for Breaking Bad or Glee!!
P.S. x2- this chapter is short because I have so many ideas but I can't write them all down.
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"That makes no sense at all." Brock groaned as he woke up from his sleep. The weirdest dream had come to him. His personality wasn't at all like he was in his dreams. Rumlow looked to the left and right of him, he saw nothing. Just his normal bed, no one there. The man shook his head.
Who the hell was that woman?
Brock sighed, he got up from his bed and got ready for work. Ready for S.H.I.E.L.D. Ready for HYDRA. His mind, racing with thoughts of his dream.
Brock had gotten to the S.H.I.E.L.D. base, getting out of his truck and walked inside. Literally dying, maybe he was high? Maybe he was drunk? Hell, maybe Brock was both. But
he sure as hell didn't understand what was going on in his head.
"Hello, Commander Rumlow."
Snapped out of his thoughts, Rumlow looked up at his best friend and basically beta, Jack Rollins who was sporting a nice smile and slicked back hair.
"What do you want, Rollins?"
"Just coming to say hi. But who pissed in your cereal this morning... as usual?"
"Some girl-"
If Jack was an animal, his ears would've perked up. He put on a perverted smile and stared at Rumlow right in the eyes.
"Was it the wet dream about Agent Carter again?"
Jack laughed at his own words. Brock cracked a sly grin and chuckled.
"No. It wasn't about Sharon, someone else."
"Me?"
Both men laughed at the joke as Director Pierce came in. A Donald Trump look-alike with ginger hair and glasses. He gave his usual smirk at the two men who were laughing.
"Agent Rumlow. Agent Rollins."
Both men nodded.
"Director Pierce- oh shit..." Jack and Alexander looked at Brock who had turned his head to slap himself. Brock turned his head back to the both of them, "Ahem. Sorry." Brock mumbled.
"Are you alright, Rumlow?"
"Yes, sir. Rough night."
"Ah. Anyways Rumlow, we need you for Project Insight. Rollins can come too, if you aren't busy of course." Pierce smiled and walked away.
Brock glared at Jack, "Look, don't tell ANYONE about this but... it was about "the asset". I don't know what it meant but it was some weird ass shit." Jack blinked and stared down into Brock's hazel eyes. Rumlow shook his head, "it was pure fluff. Look, I need you to come with me after work. You won't say shit to anyone or I swear, I will cut your dick off and feed it to the hogs."
Jack blinked, speechless almost. "Y-yessir. I won't say anything. Your word is safe with me!" The two men both nodded at each other. It was silence but not to them. Brock and Jack had a relationship like 13-year old girls did. They had a secret language with their expressions.
After having a full on conversation with their teenage girl language, they both swaggered into their shared office. They sat down at their office desks, Rumlow already staring at a slightly large stack of papers. He groaned, "Can I retire yet?" He asked, gazing over to Rollins who looked back over to him. "I don't know, can you?" Rollins asked as if he were a smart-ass fifth grade teacher.
Rumlow glared into Jack's soul like a demon, like Satan himself had stared right into your eyes while ripping out your heart. Of course, that wasn't the case. Brock just threw a couple of curses at Jack before eyeing his paperwork again.
If anything, today was going to be quite the long day.
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