Marvel Oneshots

Rumbles

Pacing back and forth I waited. The panel had been deliberating for what felt like years. "Miss Hutchins, please sit down, you're making me nauseous." Came the smarmy voice from behind the receptionist desk. "If I'm making you feel like that, put your head between your legs and kiss your own ass. Because I sure as shit ain't doing it." I snapped back. Heading towards the door at the end of the room.

Pulling my cigarettes from my pocket and putting one to my lips. "Need a light?" His gravelly voice came from behind. I smirked, of course he was here today. I regretted telling him that I was up for the position, I didn't want any special treatment just because I knew him. Well knew was a bit of an exaggeration. We'd hate banged a few times and he'd either kicked me out or left my place pretty much straight after.

"What are you doing here Rumlow?" I didn't even bother trying to hide the bite in my words. I was a glorified sex doll to him, and he was nothing but a manoeuvrable, battery-less vibrator to me...wasn't he? "Well considering you're at my place of work, shouldn't I be asking you why you're here?" The way he cockily raised his brow had my blood bubbling. "Go fuck yourself Brock!" I stalked past him towards the picnic bench that sat outside the building.

Sitting on the table with my feet on the seat I inhaled deeply. Relishing the feeling of nicotine making its way through my body and feeling my nerves from earlier slowly dissipating, being replaced by the slow burn of anger I had for him. "What's crawled up your ass?" He sat beside me, nudging me with his shoulder. Could it be? Was he softening and actually attempting to care? Nah even I wasn't naive to think that he had anything in him but rage and desire.

"Miss Hutchins, the panel requests your presence." The tiny blonde intern called to me. Her clipboard almost as big as she was. "Thanks, I'll be right in." I took one last draw of my cigarette and just as I was about to flick it to the ground he took it from my fingers, his own lingering on my for just a second. Holding my gaze as he brought the remnants up to his own lips. "Mmm tastes almost as good as you did last week...almost."

I let out an involuntary sigh as my memory flitted back to the previous Friday night. We'd barely made it to my apartment, when he'd set me on the kitchen counter. Painfully kneading my thighs with calloused fingers. Burying his face into my soaked core. Shaking my head of the immoral thoughts, I hopped off the bench. Refusing to look at him, but feeling his gaze trailing down my body nonetheless. "Don't bother coming over tonight...I'm going out with the girls." I called back to him.

Steeling myself outside of the conference room door, I breathed in slowly. Well it was now or never I'd either get the job or I'd have made an utter fool of myself, these days I didn't know which was worse. I took my seat opposite Sitwell and Hill. "Olivia after much deliberation we've come to the decision that while you provided a strong case we don't feel you're ready at this stage to progress to undercover operative." The look on Sitwells face said he'd firmly put his foot down.

Son of a bitch was still pissed that I'd turned him down a few months ago. "We don't want this to put you off applying again in the future, there's potential in you. You're just a little...green." Maria shrugged but gave me a soft smile. "Thanks for the opportunity." I curtly nodded and lifted my bag from the floor making my way to the exit once more. The room was suffocating me anyway, and undercover would have meant reporting to either Sitwell or worse Rumlow. I shuddered at the sudden realisation.

Pulling my leather jacket on and sweeping the deep red lipstick over my cupids bow, glancing in the mirror one last time. I suppose I'll do. Hitting the FaceTime button I waited for her to answer. "Liv what's taking you so long we're already onto our second bottle." Sharons hazy eyes caused me to giggle. "I told you I'd be later because of the interview!" I watched the realisation across her face. "Oh shit, we drowning sorrows or celebrating?"