The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
-EDGAR ALLAN POE
A/N: Smut. You have been warned. See end of chapter for more notes.
Londyn was riding the elevator to the lab. She needed to speak with Tony about taking a few days for herself and going home to Florida. There were a few people she wanted to see and one of the largest EDM festivals was taking place there. It had been a long time since she had saw her parents she figured she could stop in on them too. Just for good Karma. Stepping off the elevator Londyn practically jogged to the lab. She was just in time. Tony was about to test out a new suit which means he would've been indisposed and unable to chat.
"Hey princess what brings you and your Morgan Freeman freckles to these parts." Londyn rolled her eyes and ignored him. She walked over to Bruce and handed him a cup of coffee from the carrier she was holding.
"Thanks Londyn." Bruce held the cup up in appreciation. Knowing Tony was a probably a little jealous she drug it out a little longer.
"I missed you last night Bruce you owe me a night out on the town." A nice shade of red tinted Bruce's cheeks. Londyn let out a small giggle.
"Watch out Bruce you know she has a thing for older men." Tony called from across the room. Londyn stuck her tongue out at him.
"Seriously Bruce you owe me. I'm thinking karaoke. Here in the tower of course."
Bruce nodded his head and turned around to finish his work. Londyn walked over to Tony.
"Oh now you want to come over here and be nice. You must want something." Tony clasped his hands together like he was praying.
"Please be me, please be me."
"Tony you need help." Londyn was in a fit of giggles. Tony pulled her in to a hug.
"Before you tell me what you want how are you doing? Everything okay?" He was indirectly asking her about last night.
"I'm fine Steve saw to that."
"Are you sure Steve was the only one who saw to that?"
Londyn rolled her eyes.
"There he is back to being and old pervert." Londyn handed Tony his coffee.
"I'll have you know that Bucky and I are just friends and Steve and I are also just friends."
"Yea well you have almost every media outlet talking about your little photo shoot in bed last night." Tony went to pull out his phone.
"Yea I already saw all that. You're late. Anyway I came to tell you I'm leaving for a few days." Tony paused mid sip. His brown eyes held concern.
"Where will you be going?" Tony asked setting his cup down on the counter.
"I want to go home and see my parents. I haven't seen my father since he had his stroke and it would be nice to catch up with some old friends. Also there is an EDM concert I want to go to. Haven't been in years it would be nice to get away from the busy city."
Tony poked his lips out and began to use his index finger to tap his lips like he was in deep thought.
"You know I'm not asking for your permission right." Londyn asked. Bruce let out a chuckle and Londyn looked at him incredulously.
"Really Bruce you're supposed to be on my side."
"Why is Bruce supposed to be on your side?" Bucky asked walking in with Steve.
"Ugh I am in no mood for you today Bucky." Londyn pointed a finger in his direction. Bucky came up behind her and pulled her close.
"What exactly are you in the mood for." He asked kissing the top of her head.
"Ugh, you're such a pervert. Steve teach him some manners." Londyn tried to wiggle out of Bucky's grip. He wasn't budging.
"If you think I'm a pervert you should see Steve's sketchbook it-'' Steve punched Bucky in his arm which caused him to let Londyn go. Bucky started howling with laughter and Londyn just stood there looking between him and Steve. She obviously wasn't privy to the inside joke.
"I don't even wanna know whats going on there" Londyn turned back to face Tony.
"Look it's just going to be a few days I'll be back Saturday morning. Oh and before you even try to say anything I'm not taking the jet I already booked my flight commercially. I don't need to be wined and dined. I'm not one of your bimbo's." Before Tony could object Londyn had flitted away. Steve hot on her heels.
"Hey Londyn wait up." He called out. She slowed her pace so he could catch up.
"What's up capsicle?" Steve smiled. He never liked when Tony called him that but coming from her lips it was endearing.
"I just wanted to tell you to be careful." He pulled her into a hug and headed back towards the lab. Leaving Londyn baffled as to why exactly he was…warning her? Confused but excited none the less Londyn went to go finish hadn't felt so care free in years. Nothing was going to kill her vibe.
Rollins was banging on Brocks door with urgent information. He was the only one Brock trusted with information about Londyn. Rollins also kept Brocks secret of keeping what tabs they could on her. So when he discovered she had booked a first class flight from New York to Florida he immediately went to inform Brock.
"What?" An irritated Brock asked through gritted teeth.
"Sir, I need to speak with you." Brock's eyes widened with understanding. He stepped aside to let him pass. For all of 5 minutes Jack explained to Brock about Londyn's plans on how she was going to visit her parents most likely. Jack had already forged a bullshit mission for them to get sent on in hopes of possibly making contact with her. Brock thanked his friend and began to make the necessary preparations to travel to Florida. He didn't understand why Londyn wanted to go visit her parents. They were terrible. He couldn't help but scoff at his first and only encounter with them.
Londyn woke to a note on her nightstand. Brock went to go grab breakfast and we would be back soon. She tiredly drug herself into the bathroom and brushed her teeth and put on something decent. Brock had really worked her out last night. They had fucked in the shower. On the counter in the bathroom, the floor in the bedroom and on the bed. He was insatiable. The little love marks all over her body caused her to smile. Brock was marking his territory. She didn't mind in the slightest.
An incessant banging on her front door brought Londyn running down the hallway to answer it. Not bothering to look out the peep-hole.
"Finally, you answered. You shouldn't be sleeping so late child." Londyn let out a groan. It was 8:30am. It's not like she had a job to wake up for.
"Mom, dad what are you guys doing here?" Londyn hovered in the doorway unsure if she wanted to let them in.
"We need to speak with you it's important." Her mom pushed passed her and she stepped aside to let her dad in. Not daring to make eye contact with him. She busied herself closing the door and locking it. Meeting them in the kitchen Londyn went over to the Keurig and began to brew a few cups. She was definitely going to need some caffeine for this unannounced house call.
Turning around she found her father scowling at her and her mother looked tense.
"What?" Londyn asked.
"What are you wearing?" Her mom pointed to her outfit. Destroyed jeans and a t shirt that hung off her left shoulder a little.
"I'm wearing clothes mom. Do you guys want some coffee?" Londyn tried changing the subject. 5 minutes in and her mom was already judging her. The time apart clearly had done nothing to deter her from being bossy.
"No we're fine."
"Ok suit yourself." She turned back around and busied herself making her coffee. Sinfully sweet and full of creamer. Brock liked to call it an abomination.
"Shit Brock." Londyn said aloud.
"Who's Brock and watch your mouth young lady." Her dad chastised her.
"I'm Brock."
All eyes turned around to see his figure approaching Londyn. She smiled and inclined her head to his as he planted a kiss on her lips. Her mother's mouth wide open like it was the scandal of the year.
"Mom, dad this is my boyfriend Brock. Brock this is my mom Mia and my dad Karl." Brock walked over and shook both of their hands. Londyn was a little nervous. Her parents were old school and she well, she wasn't. Which was one of the reasons she moved away. She wanted to be her own person and not live like it was the 1950's.
"He looks a little too old to be your boyfriend Londyn." Her mom was looking at him with disgust. Brock chuckled and walked back over to Londyn and set down their breakfast.
"Mom, please I don't feel like doing this right now. Why did you guys come all the way to D.C.? What is so important?" Londyn took a sip of her coffee and set it back down on the counter and crossed her arms. Her dad stood up and began talking.
"Londyn you've been here for about 5 months now. It's time you come home. We've let you play long enough."
"Excuse me?" she said stepping closer to her dad.
"You heard me. You are going to pack you things and come back home. Wayne has been worried sick about you-"
Londyn put her hand up to stop her dad from talking. She looked at her mother.
"You've got to be kidding me. You guys have been talking to Wayne?" Londyn was starting to get upset her hands were shaking. She felt the ultimate level of hurt. She felt betrayed. Brock was confused. Londyn was a grown woman. She didn't have to do anything her parents told her to do. Who the fuck was Wayne?
Her mother came from around the bar to stand next to her father.
"Listen sweetie I'm sure Brock is a nice guy. But what can he offer you? Hmm. Wayne loves and misses you. He's willing to forgive you for just up and leaving."
"I can't believe this shit. You come here into my house. You don't ask me hey daughter how you been? Or what's going on with you or how's your painting coming? No you come in here and start demanding I come home like I'm 12. I guess I didn't make myself clear when I left." Her father let out a sigh.
"Then you…" she turns and points to her dad "…come in here and say his name when you know what he almost did to me. It was the only time your drinking came in use." Slap. Her dads hand shot out so quickly Londyn barely had time to register which one of her parents slapped her. If it wasn't for Brock Slamming her dad against the fridge she would've just stood there clueless and holding her cheek.
Her mom started screaming and Londyn just stood there. Tears stinging the corner of her eyes as she watched Brock punch her father.
"Brock stop it!" Londyn screamed running over to him and grabbing his forearm to prevent him from landing another blow. Brock looked at her face that was beginning to swell. He opened his hand and gently brushed his knuckles against the side of her face.
"Get rid of him now or I will kill him." Londyn nodded her head and turned to her parents.
"Get out now."
"Londyn Marie Green, I know you aren't taking his side over ours." Her mother was in her face.
"I said get out of my house right now." Londyn screamed at her mother. Her mother was at a loss for words. She quickly ushered her husband down the hall and out the door. Londyn quick on their heels to make sure she locked it behind them. Coming back in the kitchen Brock was waiting there with a bag of frozen broccoli wrapped in a dish towel.
Saying nothing he grabbed her hand and led her over to the couch. Sitting down he applied the homemade ice pack to her face. Her hands were trembling as she made contact with his to hold the ice pack in place.
"Baby girl what was all that about?" Brock asked his tone full of concern. He was worried about her. He knew her dad was a piece of shit from all the information he had dug up. But never did he think he would be bold enough to hit her in front of a complete stranger.
"I don't even know where to start." Londyn was sniffling.
"What did Wayne do to you? Who is Wayne?" Londyn sat up and scooted closer to Brock. She grabbed his hand.
"Wayne is this guy my parents wanted me to marry. His parents have money and they thought it would be a good match. We went out on a few chaperoned dates but the guy was an asshole. He couldn't keep his eyes on me. They wondered too much. Anyway I told my parents on the day of this party they were throwing that I wasn't going to marry him. Turns out it was my engagement party. I was floored. So I was hiding out in the wine cellar when Wayne came down stairs looking for me. Long story short he came on to me I slapped him. He slapped me back and almost knocked me unconscious and tried to rape me. My dad who was on another one of his I'm going to stay clean promises had snuck away from the party to steal a drink and Wayne stopped. If my dad wouldn't have come then well…" Londyn trailed off.
She was ashamed. She couldn't meet Brocks face. It was embarrassing. It was traumatizing. She had never felt so humiliated in her life.
Brock pulled her onto his lap.
"If anyone ever touches you again they will disappear. I mean it Londyn. I will make it happen. They will die a slow miserable painful death. I will rain down so much pain that when death comes they will welcome it with open arms. So I'm telling you now. If your dad ever touches you again, if Wayne ever comes near you, I will make good on this threat. No matter where I am and what I'm doing it will happen."
His words sent a chill down her spine. Brock was serious. There was no playful connotation once so ever. Londyn's green eyes widened with shock. Her head mirroring a bobble heads. She heard the message loud and clear.
"I love you Londyn. I have loved many women in my lifetime but you are different. The love I have for you is different. I will even smite God if he tried to take you away from me."
Brock ran his hands through her hair. Tugging on it a little to expose her neck where he planted a few open mouth kisses. Londyn pulled him by his hair so his mouth connected with her ear. A low growl erupting from his chest. It drove him crazy when she pulled his hair.
"I love you to Brock." Was the only coherent sentence Londyn could piece together before Brock began to worship her body.
4 hours on a plane and a long car rental line later, Londyn was on I-275 making her way towards Clearwater. She was staying on the beach which wasn't too far from her parents' house. She could have stayed with them but she didn't want to deal with and bullshit. So she rented a suite at the Hilton. On her way she figured she would stop at her grandmother's house. She hadn't seen her since she moved away and was dying to eat some home cooked food.
Cutting the engine of Chevy Traverse Londyn hopped out of the car. Before she could even make it up the driveway her cousins were running outside to greet her.
"Londyn! Oh my gosh you look so good." Her little cousin Chris had grown up. He was anything but little anymore. 17 years old and 6'2 the kid towered over her.
"Christopher? What the hell has grandma been feeding you?" she stepped back to admire how much he had grown.
"I just got my license you know. You should let me drive you around."
"We'll see." She replied as she headed up the driveway and into the house. Londyn was so happy to be back home. She had missed her grandmother so much. They caught up on pretty much the last 5 years of her life. They talked about what it was like living with the Avengers. Her grandma mentioned if she was 40 years younger what she would do to Tony Stark's fine ass. Londyn wanted to throw up. It was all good fun though. A little after midnight Londyn decided it would be best to head to her hotel. Even though she didn't want to leave. She promised her grandmother she would come back tomorrow. Which her grandmother promised to throw a party just for her and was going to invite the rest of the family. Londyn couldn't contain her excitement. It had been way to long. A southern style cook out was just the thing to make her feel at home.
Londyn was settling in to her suite and unpacking her suitcase when she realized she needed ice. Throwing on some flip flops Londyn grabbed the bucket and headed towards the elevator. You would think that there was an ice machine on every floor at the Hilton. Unfortunately there wasn't. Riding the elevator down all the way to the 2nd floor was uneventful. It was only the ride back up that made her feel uncomfortable. On the 8th floor a man with dark hair entered the elevator and wouldn't stop staring at her. He seemed to be in his early to mid-thirties. He wasn't bad looking. In fact he was attractive. It was just weird that he kept staring. Finally after 2 floors of weird eye contact Londyn said something.
"Either say hi or stop being creepy."
The man just quirked an eyebrow up at her and cracked a smile.
"Hi."
Londyn narrowed her eyes at him. She mumbled smartass and was glad the elevator doors dinged and opened to her floor. She stepped out and so did the stranger. A chill ran down her spine. She quickened her pace to her room and pulled out her key card. Londyn was not usually a klutz but at that point in time alarm bells were ringing in her head and she fumbled with her card and dropped it. Before she could pick it up the creep from the elevator had picked it up.
Londyn stammered her thank you and proceeded to open the door. It happened so fast. The stranger pushed her inside and wrapped and arm around her middle and the other around her mouth to muffle her scream. He kicked the door closed with his foot and carried her over to the bed. He carefully sat her down hovering over.
"Don't scream or else." Londyn was paralyzed by fear. She nodded her head.
The man helped her sit up.
"I'm sorry to scare you Londyn but I'm just here to talk okay." The man sat in a chair adjacent to the bed. He turned it so he was sitting in front of Londyn.
"Please I have money I swear I won't tell anybody just take it and go." Londyn's voice was shaky from her erratic breathing. Her eyes puffy from her rubbing the tears away.
The man took a deep breath.
"My name is Jack. Jack Rollins. I'm not here to hurt you I promise." The man pulled out a wallet. And handed her a card.
"I don't understand what's this for?" Londyn eyed the key card suspiciously.
"Why do you have my room key?"
"It's not your room key it's Brock's." Jack replied standing up. Londyn stood up.
"Is this some kind of joke?"
"It's not a joke. If you want to see him he's on the floor above yours. Walk me out of the room give me a hug and a kiss then in 30 minutes go see for yourself."
"I'm not hugging or kissing you. You're an asshole and I don't kiss assholes." Rollins started laughing.
"Look it just to cover our tracks but by all means if you don't want to see your husband don't go. Stay here and pretend this…" He motioned between the two of them "…never happened."
Jack was opening the door and Londyn threw herself at him and kissed him on the cheek. He wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I know you can do better than that."
Londyn pulled back and met his eyes.
"I can, but like I said. You're an asshole and I don't kiss assholes." She flicked his nose and went back into her room. Londyn hopped in the shower. Threw on some Yoga pants and one of the T-shirts Bucky had bought her for her birthday. It was red and the words were in white that said 'I'm sure drunk me had their reasons.'
She walked over to her nightstand and sent Tony a text message that she was fine and in her room headed to bed. However she wasn't. She was currently riding the elevator up to her ex-husbands, no her current husbands hotel room. If it wasn't some kind of joke she had a few choice words for him.
Quickly sliding the key card through the lock Londyn waited for it to turn green and turned the handle. She didn't really know what she was expecting when she walked in to the room. She definitely wasn't expecting to see her husband lounging across the bed like it was a getaway weekend. He had the remote in his hand casually flipping through channels.
She stayed close to the door in case she needed to run. Brock had never been violent with her but she wasn't willing to take any chances. From the stories Steve and Nat had told her she was a little frightened.
Brock spared a glance her way and slowly got up from the bed to walk over to Londyn.
"Right there is far enough." She held up her hand.
Brocks head hung with shame. Here he was risking everything to see her and to talk to her again and she wouldn't even let him get close. Londyn eyed him carefully. He looked like shit. His eyes had bags. He looked like he hadn't had a decent night's sleep in ages.
In an instant Londyn was walking over to Brock. She stood in front of him. Her fingers trailed gentle lines on his cheek. She couldn't help it. He looked weak, broken. She had never seen him look so worse for wear before.
"You have a lot of explaining to do."
Brock led her over to the couch. He pulled her down to sit next to him.
"Londyn…I…don't even know where to begin." Brock looked at her and could barely maintain eye contact with her. Londyn turned her head to look out the window. Her face abnormally stoic.
"Where have you been? Where were you?" Londyn pulled her leg onto the couch. She inched a little closer to him.
"Tell me the truth Brock. I deserve to know the truth. Did you ever love me? Was I just a cover to make you appear…normal." Londyn swallowed hard. She searched his eyes for any indication that he was going to lie. Brocks answer to her question was either his salvation or his undoing.
Brock's hands came up to gently stroke her cheeks.
"Kitten, there was nothing about our time spent together that wasn't true. I loved you then and I love you now."
As the seconds passed she could do nothing but think of a million more questions. All the voices in her head were screaming at her to leave. But there was that one that was telling her to act on her instinct. So all good judgement went out the window when Londyn crawled over to her husband and straddled his hips. Her hands ran through his hair. Brocks arms pulled her closer his head leaning back to look at her.
"You look so tired." She continued to gently rake her fingers through his hair. Brock closed his eyes and relaxed into her touch.
"I am." He replied. His thumbs brushing the skin of her hips.
"Have you missed me?"
Brock's eyes snapped back open. His hands gripping her hips tighter. His face contoured into a smile.
"Every day for the past 3 years."
Londyn pressed her lips to his her hands wrapping themselves around the back of his neck. Brock's hands traveled up her back to get a better hold on her. His thumbs inching there way underneath her bra. Londyn let out a small gasp that Brocks tongue took advantage of. He moaned into her mouth and push his hips into hers. Londyn throwing her head back and pulling his hair. Brock ripped her shirt and unhooked her bra. Throwing it across the room. His tongue and teeth trailing a path to her ear.
"Mmm feels so good." Londyn hummed as her hands explored his chest. Brock pulled away abruptly.
"Londyn have you been with anyone else?" Brock had a tight grip on her arms. She leaned back and looked at him like he was stupid.
"Excuse me?" She couldn't believe he had the nerve to ask her that. Of course the answer was no. But how dare he ask her that. He had no right.
"I want to know." It was more of a demand than a question. She didn't want to answer. However she saw the glint in his eyes that could only be translated into sadness. He was worried she had been giving herself freely to another. Londyn brought her hands to each side of his face.
"No. I haven't been with anyone else." That's all Brock needed to hear. His girl was still a good girl. Yes she had grown up and he hadn't been there but she still had saved herself for him. Brock stood up and carried Londyn over to the bed. He gently laid her down and hovered over her. His lips inches above hers. Instead of kissing her he trailed his lips down her body. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and Londyn inhaled sharply her hands tugging at his shirt. Brock sat up and pulled it off.
Londyn licked her lips. He was still built like a God. His body remained untouched by time. Brock began to suck each nipple and causing her to moan his name out loud.
"Brock I need you." Londyn whimpered beneath him. The more Brock sucked and nipped at her the more the ache between her legs began to throb. She so desperately wanted him to touch her and relieve some of the pressure that was building.
Brock was a tease. He had always been a tease. He would tease Londyn until her legs were shaking. He would tease her so long her wetness would have already left a puddle in the sheets before she had even reached a climax. Tonight was no different.
"I love you so much Londyn I'm not letting you go again." Brock whispered against her stomach as he left little bites near her navel. His dipped his tongue there and Londyn's hand shooting down to pull his hair causing him to crawl back up her body and kiss her lips. Brock's hands began to slide her pants down and Londyn assisted him to get out of the offending garment. Brock smiled against her. She wasn't wearing any panties. That little minx.
Londyn rolled them over and pulled down his pants her nails scraping his sides as she slid them down. She sat on top of his cock and rubbed her slick cunt up and down his length. Brock gripped her hips and helped her slide back and forth. The friction causing pre-cum to glisten on his head. Londyn positioned him at her opening and teasingly rubbed his head at her entrance.
"Kitten don't tease me." Londyn smiled mischievously. Her free hand grabbing on of his to bring up and massage her breasts.
"Promise me you won't leave me again." She let just the tip of his dick slip into her pussy. Brock groaned and bit his bottom lip.
"I promise. I won't leave you again." Londyn sat down all the way his cock filling her up completely. She stayed still for a moment so she could adjust to him. Brock not wanting to wait any longer began to thrust up in to her. Londyn threw her head back unable to match his pace so all she could do was straddle him and revel in him pumping into her with the wrath of an angry bull. Londyn looked down at Brocks face. His bottom lip trapped between his teeth his brown eyes dark and full of desire.
Brock flipped Londyn so she was on her back. He pinned her wrist above her head slightly cutting off the circulation. Londyn whimpered at the loss of contact.
"What do you want Londyn?" Brock used his hips to rub his dick over her pussy.
"You I want you please." Londyn begged as she tried to wrap her legs around his waist and make him fuck her. Brock was having none of that.
Squeezing her wrist tighter Brock leaned in so his lips were next to her ear.
"Tell daddy what you want. Use your words." He nibbled a little on her ear.
Londyn blushed. She did not have a knack for dirty talk and Brock knew this. However it completely pushed him over the edge when her mouth would say sinful things to him.
"Come on kitten you can tell me what you want. Or I stop right now." Brock bit one of her nipples.
"I want you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock pound into my pussy."
Brock kissed her lips. And thrust himself into Londyn. Hips meeting hips. Skin slapping skin. There was a symphony of dirty words, and cries for more.
"Fuck…Brock." Londyn's nails digging into the skin on his back. Brock responded with a grunt. Her tight pussy was clenching around him and he was about to reach his release soon. With one more well placed thrust, Brock's cum shot out of him in thick white ribbons coating Londyn's insides. Brock collapsed on top of her.
Londyn wrapped her arms around Brock and held him close. She was the type of girl who loved to cuddle after sex and Brock always made it his mission to make her feel special. Rolling off of her and onto his side her pulled her close so her ass was pressed into his crotch.
Londyn closed her eyes and scooted closer to him.
"Brock?"
"Yes Kitten?"
"I love you."
Brock smiled and kissed her shoulder blade.
"I love you too." His answer fell on deaf ears. Londyn was already asleep.
A/N: Yea so I seriously think my smutting writing skills evolved over night. LOL. I hope it was okay and I flowed. I have 3 more chapters for this story but I am editing them. I don't have a beta I don't even know how to go about getting one :-/. Enjoy the chapter. Feedback is welcome.
