Brock Rumlow (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
comesfrompain) wrote2017-03-01 08:23 am
comesfrompain) wrote2017-03-01 08:23 am
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Oh, I'm well aware of how dutiful you are. [A sly grin crosses his face while his fingers tighten, just a bit, in her hair.] And hey, I'm corrigible. I'll have you know I was a saint as a child.
[A total lie. The only thing Rumlow remembers from childhood right now is fighting kids in an alleyway and getting hit by his old man. Doesn't sound real saintly. Doubts he's changed much either. There are still details missing from his life, but Rumlow is pretty sure that aspect of his personality is still the same.
Not that Kenzi doesn't love every bit of it. She's been pretty damn amenable. Probably wouldn't even object if he suggested inviting her in and locking the office door. Be a better escape than brooding or whatever it is he's been doing for the past four hours.]
[A total lie. The only thing Rumlow remembers from childhood right now is fighting kids in an alleyway and getting hit by his old man. Doesn't sound real saintly. Doubts he's changed much either. There are still details missing from his life, but Rumlow is pretty sure that aspect of his personality is still the same.
Not that Kenzi doesn't love every bit of it. She's been pretty damn amenable. Probably wouldn't even object if he suggested inviting her in and locking the office door. Be a better escape than brooding or whatever it is he's been doing for the past four hours.]
[Nooooo not the hair! It's her ultimate weakness! Her laughter turns into a gasp as she tips her head back to look at him, grinning. Now he's just playing dirty.]
I highly doubt that, Mr. Rumlow. You look like you were trouble from the day you learned to walk. Unlike me, obviously, who was the most perfect, tiny angel to ever live.
[It's technically true, actually. For the most part, anyway. You tend to start behaving when your step-dad resorts to prison tactics in lieu of parenting. Even when she followed the rules, she was punished.
Nothing like a strict upbringing to send a girl running wild and rebellious.]
Also, you know you owe me like, oooone, two-- three days minimum of quality time for going rogue, right? We're supposed to be partners.
[On the surface, it might look like she's talking about marriage being a partnership. Really, she's talking about the fact that he's the only person she trusts 100% aside from maybe Bucky... ]
Can you take a break?
I highly doubt that, Mr. Rumlow. You look like you were trouble from the day you learned to walk. Unlike me, obviously, who was the most perfect, tiny angel to ever live.
[It's technically true, actually. For the most part, anyway. You tend to start behaving when your step-dad resorts to prison tactics in lieu of parenting. Even when she followed the rules, she was punished.
Nothing like a strict upbringing to send a girl running wild and rebellious.]
Also, you know you owe me like, oooone, two-- three days minimum of quality time for going rogue, right? We're supposed to be partners.
[On the surface, it might look like she's talking about marriage being a partnership. Really, she's talking about the fact that he's the only person she trusts 100% aside from maybe Bucky... ]
Can you take a break?
[It's an ugly snort, but it's amused nonetheless. Kenzi, an angel. In disguise maybe. Rumlow doesn't believe for even a second that she wasn't born plotting. She's got mischief in her blood. She's exhibiting it right now, the way she tries to bargain for 'quality time.' If he agreed, Rumlow's pretty sure she'd even insinuate she'd like the clock to start now thank you very much.]
We are partners. [He reaffirms. And ah, there it is. A break. His fingers bury in her hair, pushing through curve his hand around the back of her neck.] And yeah, I can take a break. Tell me what you need, sweetheart.
We are partners. [He reaffirms. And ah, there it is. A break. His fingers bury in her hair, pushing through curve his hand around the back of her neck.] And yeah, I can take a break. Tell me what you need, sweetheart.
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