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Brock Rumlow ([personal profile] infligere) wrote in [community profile] spaces_between 2015-05-29 05:31 pm (UTC)

"You had to bring the bag and stash HYDRA shit inside of it," he replied testily because he was not dealing with this when his mission had been plain and simple. Not it was going to hell like all missions apparently involving this asshole. Next time, he vowed to just shoot the guy through a window and be done with it, assuming they weren't about to rip into each other here and now.

Fuck, of course it was green. Of course. Just great. There went the rest of his week, and he hoped the whatever small mercy existed that no one was going to come looking for Wilson and find them fucking like crazy. He'd hide under the bed like some dirty secret if he had to.

"It means we're in trouble," he said with a curl of his lip as he hissed with the sudden hit to his chest because that shouldn't feel that good. It did. He muttered to himself as he marched off to set the locks on the doors and moved whatever heavy objects he could in front of them to prevent an easy escape in case they got a little too excited and wanted other people to join the party.

"No, you will not thankfully. However, you are about to get more horny than you have ever been in your life," he said maliciously. "And you're going to screw anything with a hole, maybe even the wall." He shoved the couch towards the wall along with the coffee table, hoping to prevent too much from getting broken. God, his pants were feeling tight already.

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