In the middle of the night

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Brock Rumlow X Reader.

Word count: 416 words.

Square: 10 "It's the middle of the night."

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Brock needs to see you.

Major Tags: Sneak in the night.

Additional tags: This is my entry fandom-free-bingo Valentine's edition.

The room was dark, the soft tic-tact of the clock was the only sound to be heard. You were fast asleep when a noise at the door woke you.

You blinked, confused, as you tried to adjust to the darkness. A second, more insistent knock made you sit up in bed. Before you could ask who was there, the door slowly opened.

"Brock? "you whispered. "What the hell are you doing?"

He walked in without asking permission, closing the door behind him. He was wearing a tight black T-shirt and combat pants.

"I needed to see you," he said as if that explained everything.

You ran a hand over your face, trying to clear your head. "It's the middle of the night," you said, exasperated. "Do you know what time it is? You could have waited until morning."

Brock came closer, now you could see the small beads of sweat on his forehead and the tension in his jaw.

"I couldn't wait," he replied.

"What happened? "you asked.

He hesitated for a moment, looking at the floor as if searching for the right words. Finally, he looked up and his eyes met yours.

"I was on a mission... and things went wrong. I thought I wasn't going to make it out of there.

"Brock... "you whispered, not knowing exactly what to say.

"I was a second away from losing everything," he continued, taking a step closer to you. And at that moment, all I could think about was you. I don't want you to worry about me, but I need you to know that you're the only thing keeping me alive. All I want is to come back to you.

"Brock... "You started, but he interrupted you.

"You don't have to say anything. I just wanted you to know. "He raised a hand to caress your cheek, which surprised you. Now go back to sleep. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.

You stared at him, still stunned. Finally, you nodded slowly, even though you knew you wouldn't be able to sleep after that.

Brock gave you one last look before turning toward the door. Just as he was about to leave, you called out to him.

"Brock.

He paused, waiting.

"Stay."

Brock hesitated for a second before closing the door and turning back to you. He said nothing, but the slight nod of his head was enough. He sat on the edge of the bed; you walked over and hugged him from behind.