Sarah's glare turned heated, throwing a hard right hook at the punching bag, throwing all of her weight into it. Brock's attitude wasn't the thing that pissed her off (though on most days it was). "I don't need to woo you either. You're already mine." Those words sparked a fire in her, wanting to break his bones and prove she didn't belonged to him. Her body was already HYDRA's property, her soul didn't belong to Brock. She wanted to own a piece of herself, she wanted control. If it meant denying what they both needed, then fine. She could at least do that.

"Get the fuck outta my sight," she snarled, hitting the bag again for emphasis.

"I'm so sick and fuckin' tired of your shite, Brock. You need t'take the edge off? Shag another bitch, not me. Not this time." Even if it meant she would put herself through some personal hell it didn't matter. As much as her body wanted to be closer, to be intimate, she would stop herself from giving in.

At least with him being away on his missions she wouldn't have to deal with him. If the chance came where HYDRA had to 'fight' against Shield and he was there, Sarah would not hold herself back. She would go after him, not caring of how badly she'd hurt herself in the process. But as much as she hated him, if anyone else came after them, she would kill them first.