Her Dirty Little Secret

The Deputy Director's Office, The Triskelion

He was her dirty little secret. They never talked work during their trysts. She didn't have to feel guilty about pillow talk, about spilling classified secrets. They worked together at such a high level; he was one of the few people who she could have talked to about some things, but neither of them wanted to. Neither of them thought about anything but the way they could make each other feel, when they were alone.

Maria glanced up as the door to her office slid open. "You're late back," she said coolly.

"Your pardon, Deputy Director Hill," he said, with just that edge of mockery in his voice. She glared at him, blue eyes snapping.

"Sit down. Time for debriefing."

He slid the door closed. "I certainly hope to be debriefing. Debriefing you," he rounded the desk, plucked her out of the chair as though she weighed nothing at all and sat her on the desk. "Did you miss me?"

"No," she said, but he'd already thrust one hard-muscled thigh between her legs, and what should have been a curt denial came out a breathy moan.

"Liar," he jerked her hair free from its tight knot, fisting his hand in it as it tumbled around her shoulders, leaning in towards her. He didn't kiss her, though, and Maria let out a sobbing little gasp. "You want it, don't you? You want it bad," his voice was low and rough. He was still wearing his black tactical gear, he smelt of sweat and gunpowder, and Maria had never been so turned on in her life.

"Yes," she gasped, her hands coming up to claw at his thick biceps, short neat nails digging into the heavy muscle. "Yes – please!" He was too strong for her really to pull him closer; for all her training, brute force would still win out once she was in a vulnerable position like this. But a smile curved his lips as she admitted the truth and he closed the gap between their lips, kissing her roughly, thrusting his tongue hard into her mouth as he showed her what he intended to do very shortly to her body.

Maria moaned as his strong hands, so deft with a weapon, rapidly unfastened her suit, peeling it back off her shoulders and down to her waist. Her bra was dragged off next and then he was pushing her to lie back on the desk, clearing papers off it with a sweep of his arm, bending over her to suckle and bite at her nipples. Stubble scraped across her skin and she moaned again and ran her fingers into his short hair, grinding her groin against his thigh, frantic for touch. He let out a grunt and suddenly she was being flipped over onto her stomach, her suit dragged down past her hips and off completely, a thick finger sliding up inside her even as he positioned her at the edge of the desk.

"Beautiful little slut, you're so wet," he choked out, looking down at her as she lifted her ass for him, begging wordlessly. "You might give the orders out there but in here you like being roughed up, don't you?"

"Please," was all she could say, absolutely wild with need as he shoved another finger in.

"Please what?" a sharp smack on her ass made her buck up against him. She heard his belt buckle unfasten.

"Please stick that beautiful cock in and fuck me until I can't walk," she panted, and was rewarded with his low, husky laugh. She didn't need to see his face to know he'd be wearing that shit-eating grin that had pissed off every superior officer he'd ever had.

"Since you asked so nicely," oh, thank god, Maria almost whimpered as she felt the thick, flared head of his cock push against her. He was a big guy and he knew exactly what to do with what he'd been blessed with, slowly driving all the way in until his groin met her ass. She cried out as he filled her finally and arched her back, pushing herself up on her arms, trying to get him rubbing against that spot.

Calloused fingertips plucked at her nipples, and she let out another whimper, feeling further moisture well between her legs. She'd been wet all morning, knowing he was due in from his mission, knowing what he'd want, what he always wanted when he got back. She always insisted that she alone handled his debriefings, considering how high-levels and sensitive his missions often were. No one questioned. No one ever questioned her authority.

No one but him.

"Fuck, Maria," he grunted now, "you feel fucking amazing – that's it, that's right," as she shoved herself back against his hard thrusts. He slid a big hand down, adjusting her on the desk so he could get his hand in to rub at her clit, pinching it lightly between finger and thumb before scissoring over it fast.

Little whines and keens spilled from her lips as his thrusts grew faster, their flesh slapping together with obscenely wet, slurping sounds. He slapped her ass again as she tried to move, and then with a muttered curse pulled out of her and turned her back over.

"I wanna look in your eyes as I fuck you," he muttered gruffly, hooking his arms under her knees. "Wanna see your beautiful mouth go slack as I fill you up with my come. You want it, don't you, Maria? Want me to fuck you so hard you don't even remember your own name."

"Yes," she moaned as he teased, rubbing the tip of his cock over her clit. "Oh, god, please, please let me come!"

"You'll come when I fucking well say so." He shoved deep again, bottoming out, and she squealed as she felt his balls slap against her ass. He'd jerked her hips right off the edge of the desk and she could do nothing but lean on her elbows and watch as he rammed against her. He hadn't bothered to undress and she stared, mourning the lack of skin even as she appreciated what that tight, sleeveless black shirt did for his muscles. He caught her staring and grinned.

"Good view?"

"Could be better," she arched her eyebrows at him, and he let out that dry, husky laugh that had first attracted her, first made her look at him as more than one of the Agency's premier wetworks specialists.

"Fix it then." He slowed his thrusts and leaned forward. She reached up to unfasten the harness across his chest – he'd already checked his weapons – and pull his shirt over his head. There were a few new bruises he'd obviously picked up on the mission, and she ran her fingers lightly over them. "Nothing major," he shook his head when she gave him a querying look.

"Good. Wouldn't want you out of commission."

"I'm very much in commission, sweetcakes." His shoulders were broad, chest and arms thick with muscle, the torso of a bruising fighter. Slim as she was, it was no effort for him to lift her, turn to the wall and shove her up against it. Maria wound her arms around his neck, wrapped her legs tight around his hips, digging her bare heels against his tightly muscled ass.

"Show me," she nibbled at his bottom lip, and then moaned as he lifted her a couple of inches and then dropped her back down hard on his dick. "Fuck, yeah!"

"Yeah," he gritted, hips jerking hard as he set up a brutal, plunging rhythm. He was slamming right against her G-spot now, his groin chafing against her clit with every stroke, and Maria was so close to the edge. She let out a frantic cry, clawing at his back. "That's it," he snarled at her, "come there, now, say my name, Maria!"

"Brock," she wailed, "Brock, please!"

Rumlow groaned deep in his chest as he felt her internal muscles, as toned and taut as the rest of her, clamp down on his aching cock. He thrust a couple more times, enjoying the squeezing sensation, and then let go, burying himself deep and shooting his load. Maria moaned and rested her forehead on his shoulder, shivering against him.

"Fuck," he staggered back after a moment, Maria still wrapped around him like a clinging vine, and sank to sit in her office chair. "Fuck, you're so good. Shit, Maria." She looked up at him from those amazing, deep-blue eyes of hers, and he smiled, kissing her softly.

"Uhn," she said eloquently, aftershocks still rippling through her.

"Mine," Brock said softly, running his fingers through her unbound hair. "You know that, don't you Maria? You know no-one else can make you feel this way. No one ever will. You're mine."

Eight months later, Avengers Tower, New York

Maria shot upright from sleep, the scream dying on her lips. Oh, God, not again. She shuddered soundlessly, gathering the blanket tightly around her. She'd dreamed of him again. Dreamed of the last time she'd seen him, after the Lemuria Star mission, when he'd come to her office and she'd debriefed him on the mission while they were both sitting in her office chair, him still inside her.

She'd never be free of him. Never. Even though she knew now what he was, just thinking of how he'd looked at her with those dark eyes, how he'd spoken her name in his low, husky voice, made her wet between her legs.

Natasha was the one who found her, sitting in the common room, staring out the window at the city lights, blanket still wrapped around her shoulders even though the room wasn't cold. One look at her and Natasha went to the kitchen. She pressed a mug into Maria's hands and sat down opposite her.

Maria sipped. Hot tea laced with brandy. She gave Natasha a small, thankful nod.

"It was Rumlow, wasn't it?" Natasha said conversationally.

Maria jolted, almost spilling the tea. "How did you…?"

"You've not slept well since we found out he hadn't died in the Triskelion crash. Before that there was a sort of silent grief: I wondered who it was for but didn't like to ask. But now there's nightmares, aren't there? And forgive me for saying this, but you look – aroused."

Of course the Widow would notice that. She was trained to notice everything to do with sex. Maria sighed, took a sip of her tea and nodded.

"How long?" Natasha didn't look judgemental, and Maria remembered the Russian had loved men from the wrong side of that blurry dividing line between good and evil too.

"Four years," she confessed with a sigh.

"Four years? Shit, you two really were secretive," Natasha actually looked impressed. "I never heard a whisper. I'd have thought Rumlow would be the type to brag about his conquests."

Maria sighed. "I don't know. I think – he might actually have cared about me, in a twisted sort of way. Those orders we found when Skye hacked HYDRA, that said I was absolutely not to be killed, but taken alive for reprogramming…"

Natasha looked horrified. "You think Rumlow…?"

"I think maybe I was supposed to be his reward," Maria whispered, utterly ashamed. "Like that's all I was good for – I think they planned to mind-wipe me like they did to Barnes, give me to Brock to be his personal little sex toy… I have nightmares that I wake up in his bed and I don't care what he is, how many he killed, I just want him to touch me again…" tears began to trickle down her face, and Natasha wordlessly took the cup from her hands, set it down, and leaned in to give her a hug.

"It's all right," Natasha soothed gently, "it's all going to be all right."

"No," Maria sobbed, "it won't ever be all right again."

A HYDRA facility, New York

"Are you ready to comply?"

A pause. "Yes, sir. I am happy to comply," Crossbones replied. Bakshi leaned in and pressed a photograph into his hands.

"We need to capture this woman. She has too much information locked in her head, we need to get her under control so we can find out what Fury was doing."

Crossbones looked down at the photograph. Blue eyes stared back at him from a pale face. "Who is she, sir?"

"Her name is Maria Hill. She works at Avengers Tower and she likes to run in Central Park in the early mornings…"

Please don't shoot me – this particular plot bunny grabbed me by the throat and wouldn't let go when I wondered just why HYDRA didn't try very hard to kill Hill during CA:TWS. And because I have a not-at-all-secret passion for Rumlow, I just had to throw in the doubt at the end that maybe he's NOT a bad guy really…

I'm marking this complete. But there might be a second chapter somewhere in the depths of my brain, if there's enough enthusiasm for me to continue it (that's a hint, in case you didn't notice, for you to comment)!

EDIT I am laughing so hard right now. YOU GUYS. I can't BELIEVE you all fell for it. Everyone seems to have thought it was Clint - maybe even Cap. I guess you read into it what you want to, huh? Even though I did drop HEAPS of clues. Go back and read through again, see if you can find them all.