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Fury's Movie Night Call
Gem POV:
"How did I let you talk me into going to Cross-Fit with you at the ass-crack of dawn again, Brock?" I groaned, feeling tired and cranky as I did lift number 5 out of 100. Damn, only 95 more to go.
"I fucked you real good last night and you said 'Okay, honey' before passing out when I suggested we come to Tucker's gym this morning." Brock chuckled, answering my rhetorical question like a true cocky smartass. God, why did I find his cockiness so charming and attractive?
Shaking my head, I let out a tiny teasing complaint of, "I still can't believe you counted that okay as a real one. It was said under sexed-up fog-brain."
"Hey, an okay's an okay in my book no matter how I get it." Brock retorted with a large smirk on his face.
Coming up to us, Tucker chuckled, "You two make one hell of a couple. The sexual tension between you, my lawd, it's thicker than molasses."
"Shut up Tucker and help that scrawny dude struggling with his kettlebell swings before he lets one slip and kills somebody." Brock snapped at Tucker while he did dead lifts with a heavily weighted barbell. I on the other hand was just doing my deadlifts with cute kettlebells, cause I was a beginner at Cross-Fit, unlike Brock (who seemed to be a pro).
Folding his arms over his chest, Tucker blew off my boyfriend's remark off, "Scrawny dude's fine. He's only using the 5lb weights."
"Really? He's using 5lbs when I'm using 15?" I asked incredulously while doing my deadlifts like a boss.
"You could probably kick his ass soaking wet Gem." Brock assured me while Tucker just shook his head and bit back a smirk.
"I swear, you're more fun when you bring your girlfriend to my gym."
"How so?" I asked Tucker as the scrawny dude did just what Brock thought he'd do, lose his grip on one of his lightweight kettlebells and send it flying across the room. At least it went backwards and nowhere near the area we were at. It did crash into the metal warehouse wall and make a loud clattering sound, which caused some people to jump or pause in their workouts (me and Brock included).
"He's not so serious, plus he's not intimidating my customers by trying to do competitions with them." Tucker answered me while the scrawny guy rushed to the back of the gym to fetch his fly away kettlebells.
Brock picked up his dumbbell and resumed his deadlifts. "Shut up, Tucker. That was only one time."
"One time too many, I lost half a class cause of that shit."
"Bullshit, Tucker." My boyfriend scoffed.
Looking at me, Tucker pointed to Brock and said, "You better keep this one in line, Gem. He's a wild one."
"Don't worry, Tucker. I can handle him." I replied with a thin smile.
"Oh, I don't doubt that." The trainer chuckled.
"Tucker, you better go help that scrawny guy before he kills himself. He's heading over to the rock wall." Brock spoke up, tilting his head in thee direction of the large rock wall that took up half of the opposite side of the room.
"Damnit…" Tucker muttered before rushing off to stop the exercise clumsy guy from attempting to climb the rock wall (and fall to his death or injury, like a broken neck or something).
"Baby, you wanna get some smoothies after this? There's a place nearby that makes great protein smoothies; they're good for post-workout rehydration." Brock asked as we did our deadlifts. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was in the mood for a smoothie. I honestly didn't care.
"Sure." I simply smiled, doing my kettlebell deadlifts in a mundane motion. Yea, I was getting a bit bored of the kettlebells, but I had many more to go before reaching the magic number of 100. I also agreed to the smoothies cause I didn't want to deprive my boyfriend of something he wanted just because I could take it or leave it this morning.
"I'm telling you, baby, you're gonna love Robeks."
"Oh, so we're not going to Smoothie King?" I asked, taken aback slightly since most people went to that popular chain.
"No, Robeks is better; has more options too. Even serves toast and smoothie bowls. Wellness shots and juices too." Brock answered me as we reached the third-way mark of our deadlifts. Dear god, why did I agree to go this CrossFit shit at the ass crack of dawn for again?
After our morning CrossFit session, I took us to Robeks (the juice and smoothie place). Brock was right, the place was impressive. They had so many different smoothies to pick from that it was a bit insane and overwhelming. Since I did a strenuous workout, I decided to go with one of the energizer smoothies. I ordered one that had various berries, including acai, pineapple juice, yogurt, and some protein powder in it while Brock went with a super-green smoothie. Yea, it had every leafy green thing imaginable in it along with pineapple, protein powder, soy milk, and matcha green tea. It didn't sound too bad, but I wasn't in the mood to be that healthy. We also got some wheatgrass shots too, just for good measure.
Brock was very serious about his post-workout rehydration and reenergization. I think it was because he grew up in a boxing gym tho. I just went along with it cause I'd be stupid not to. I mean wheatgrass shots weren't really my thing, but I understood the benefit of it. Also, the smoothie was good and I did need the rehydration. Plus, who doesn't like smoothies?
After doing our wheat grass shots and resting in Robeks for a bit (long enough to drink about half of our smoothies) we went to the Jeep dealership in Arlington. Well, I just dropped him off there since he didn't want me to tie up my morning watching him look at Jeeps and haggle with the car salesman.
So, that's why I'm currently walking up the stairs of my apartment building. I wasn't going to lie, I was still a bit tired, but the energizing smoothie did help a bit. As I stepped onto my floor, my noisy old bat of a neighbor was exiting her apartment with her tiny fu-fu dog. She didn't say a word to me, but her eyes held a strong judgement in them. I think she was afraid to utter a word since the last time she insulted me Brock tore her a new asshole. I just made my way over to my apartment, sipping on what was left of my smoothie, while my neighbor just scurried on by.
"Oh, you got a smoothie without me." Darcy pouted as I walked thru the door.
"Stop pouting, Darce. It's an energy post-workout smoothie."
"You went to Tucker's Saturday CrossFit thing without me too, didn't you?" Darcy asked, an accusing look on her face.
"Of course, she did. She's with that jacked-boot." Jane said matter-of-factly, nibbling on a poptart while lounging on her ratty armchair and watching some science documentary on Netflix.
"Warrior Broc of the Rumlows, Commander of the Alphas of STRIKE, is a very fine man for our Jewel Of The Realm. Very worthy, especially since he provides her with nourishing drinks after sparring." Thor told Jane as I walked over to the couch and took a slumping seat on it.
"Talk about Messiah Jack-boot, where is he?" Darcy asked, looking at me curiously. I'm getting the feeling that she's gotten used to Brock being up my ass for over a week and him not being around is worrisome to her. Mhm…
"At the Jeep dealership in Arlington. He'll be by later." I sipped on my smoothie, or at least what was left of it.
"Of course, he's getting a Jeep. Typical vehicle of jacked-boot thugs." Jane scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"My dearest Jane, please do not be that way about Warrior Rumlow. He is a good man, very worthy of our Gem and he did gift her his SUV when she was in need. His newest Jeep is needed cause he graciously gave up his ride to his lady."
"Damnit…you've got a point." Jane sighed, her shoulders slumping in defeat.
Darcy gave Thor the thumps up sing, only to tell him, "Way to go big guy. You calmed Jane down and made her think."
"Oh wow, Thor did a miracle. Calming Jane down is something unheard of." I teasingly joked while sitting on the couch between the large blonde thunder god and my best friend.
A Couple Of Hours Later…
"You asshole, how dare you say that Aliens made the Norse culture? My boyfriend's godly family did, asshole!" Jane screamed at the guy with the weird extreme Einstein style hair on the History Channel as he talked about how Aliens influenced that ancient Vikings.
Yea, after the science thing on Netflix we moved over to the History Channel which, in hindsight, might've been a bad idea since Ancient Aliens was on and it was an episode about Vikings and Norse culture.
"My dearest Jane, please don't let this fool upset you. He might be a doctor in the art of stars, but he's not as smart as you." Thor told Jane, rubbing her arms up and down in an attempt to calm her down as they sat together.
"Thor, just let her rant. She's not going to feel better unless she gets her frustrations out." Darcy told Thor while watching the show on tv with a half interest.
"I want to reach thru the tv, pull this ass out, and smack him in the face." Jane announced while reaching her hands out into the air.
"Thor, calm her down. I don't want her breaking the tv." I told Thor, since the last thing we needed was Jane bitch slapping the crazy alien guy on tv and busting it. Not like we had that much money to blow on a new tv. Yea, we get good paychecks and medical plans from SHIELD, but most of their money goes to science and research funding, so I don't want to fund a new tv all on my own.
"Yea, big guy, we need the tv for movie night tonight." Darcy piped up, horrified at the prospect of Jane punching the man er tv and breaking it; ruining our routine Saturday night movie night. Movie night was like a religious event to Darcy since it brought all of her friends together. To Darcy friends were her family since, well, she didn't have a real family. I commended her for that bright way of thinking; wanting to bring her friends together one night a week for some simple fun and laughs.
Suddenly, a knock sounded on the door accompanied by a deep and gruff, "Baby, it's me. I got lunch."
"Dude brought us lunch. Let him in, my sister." Darcy cheerfully order with a huge smile splitting her face in half. Yea, free food always made her happy.
"You just want to pick his brain about Billy and Special Ops soldier stuff." I teased my best friend getting off the couch.
"Maybe…"
"Please, dear Jewel Of The Realm, let in your fine Warrior Brock of the Rumlows. I'd like to thank him for giving you a ride that has plenty of leg room for my large stature." Thor told me as I made my way over to the front door.
"I'm gonna let him in. Hell, what kind of girlfriend do you think I am?" I asked Thor, biting back a smile.
"Shut up, you damn asshole! You know nothing about Norse culture, gods, and aliens, you imposter!" Jane screamed at the tv right as I opened up the door for Brock.
"What's got Jane's panties in a twist?" Brock asked in a dry, but curious tone, as he walked into the apartment with a large takeout bag in his hand
"She's yelling at that guy with the crazy hair on Ancient Aliens cause he's talking about Vikings and Norse Alien culture." I explained, shutting the door and leading him into the living room.
"Oh…"
"My tazer brother, come over here!" Darcy ordered, patting the couch sine she was excited about the bag of food he was carrying.
"Oh, my lightning sister has made you her lightning brother?" Thor asked, a big smile on his face, as he sat on the ratty armchair with Jane in his lap. I swear, those two are too cute. Talk about couple goals.
"Yea, she did. I don't know if it's cause I gave her a tazer rod or bought her coffee a couple of days in a row." Brock replied, setting the large takeout bag on the coffee table while I was grabbing everybody some drinks from the kitchen fridge.
"Both, my dude. Both." Darcy told Brock before clapping her hands and squealing, "Oh my god, he brought us ShakeShack. I love ShakeShack!" Turning her head to look at me as I walked into the living room, she grinned, "Messiah Jacked-Boot's the best boyfriend you've ever had. He's a keeper."
"You're just saying that cause he feeds you occasionally." I teased my best friend, shaking my head at her, while coming up to my boyfriend's side.
"I only feed her cause it wouldn't be right for me to get us food and not your friends." Brock smirked at me, unloading a bunch of burgers and fries from the bag and placing them on the coffee table, while I placed some drinks on the coffee table.
"I told you, Warrior Brock of the Rumlows is a fine and worthy man indeed." Thor told me as I made my way over to him and Jane, their drinks in my hand.
"Oh, I see I won you over with food too, Thor." Brock chuckled, picking up some burgers and fries only to bring them over to Thor. Silently, I handed my friends their drinks.
"Food wins over this house, Messiah Jackboot." Darcy said matter-of-factly while grabbing herself a burger and container of fries. I just shook my head and made my way over to the couch.
"But, Brock of the Rumlows, I like you for more then the free burgers and fries." Thor informed Brock as he handed him and Jane their food. "I told our Jewel Of The Realm that I wanted to thank you for acquiring her a vehicle that accommodates my large stature."
"You're welcome." Brock simply nodded before making his way over to the couch.
Me and Darcy were eating our burgers while Brock sat down next to us, grabbing a burger marked no bun in bold, black sharpie all the while Jane asked a rhetorical and loud question of, "How can this dumbass idiot call himself a scientist?" Jane was waving her burger around while going on a loud, near screaming rant of, "He knows nothing, nothing about what he's talking about! Jackass, Asgard isn't a beautiful place full of Norse aliens. It's a beautiful place run by a Norse misogynist chauvinist pig of a god called Odin! Agh!"
Leaning into Brock, Darcy whispered in that share a secret way, "We don't like Odin. We call him Odick cause he called Jane a goat."
"Oooo, I hope this guy's at the next astrophysicist conference I go to cause I so want to give him a piece of my mind." Jane rattled out before taking a large bite out of her burger.
"My dearest Jane, you want to smack him too, don't you." Thor asked knowingly before shoving some fries into his mouth.
"Jane likes to bitch slap people too." Darcy said nonchalantly as she munched on her burger.
"Aww…and you thought I wouldn't like your friends, baby girl." Brock teased me while watching Jane rant and rave over an episode of Ancient Aliens.
"Have you heard anything from Fury yet?" I asked Brock as we sat on my balcony, sharing a smoke at dusk while waiting for both the pizza man and Steve to show up. Cam and Tina were already here; they were gossiping with Darcy about somebody in accounting. Brock used the excuse that he needed a smoke and wanted my company to wiggle us outside so that we could talk freely. Well, I had to ask the question about Fury cause Brock was just staring out at the street while sharing a smoke with me. I knew he wanted to talk about it, but it seems he didn't want to be the heavy and bring it up.
"No." Was Brock's clipped one word answer as he blew a puff of smoke out of his lungs. Passing me over the cigarette, he went on to say, "Which makes me think we'll be getting a call tonight."
"Is he going to have us meet at a secret spot too?" I sarcastically asked, taking the offered cigarette and taking a long drag off of it.
"Yea." Brock nodded.
Before I could say a word, Darcy slid the glass door to the balcony open and popped her head out only to announce, "Hey, you two, Schmexy Old Glory and the pizza's here. He was sweet enough to pay for it too since he arrived right when the pizza delivery dude did."
"Okay, we'll be right there, Darce." I told me sister-like friend, causing her to shut the sliding door and go back inside, most likely to grab some pizza and start the movie. Poor Steve was in for it tonight, she wanted to watch Snakes On A Plane. That movie has so many motherfuckers said in it…Steve's not going to like it.
"Come on, let's watch Cap have an aneurysm over the Fury look-a-like saving motherfucker every other word about snakes on a plane." Brock chuckled, grabbing the half-smoked cigarette from me and tossing it onto the ground, only to snub it out with the toe of his boot before standing up and offering me his hand.
"We're going to being hearing language a lot tonight…" I sighed, putting my hand in his and letting him pull me to my feet.
Brock didn't say a word, just guided me over to the sliding glass door. I could hear the intro music to the movie playing as we got to the door. Darcy loved this trashy movie, so guess she couldn't wait for me and Brock to actually get inside before starting it.
Cap POV:
I was sitting on the couch while Darcy went to get Gem and Rumlow from the porch. He was out there smoking and Gem was keeping him company. She's such a nice girl, doing that even though he's probably badgering her with his forward and shameless flirting. Tina and Cameron were sitting on the floor, digging into the pizza since they couldn't gossip about her co-worker anymore. I put a stop to that once I arrived, I don't condone office gossip whether its in or outside of the office.
After Darcy told Gem and Rumlow everything was ready for movie night, she ran over to her spot by the coffee table, sat down and started the movie. "Um, you're not going to wait for them to get in here?" I asked, finding it rude that Darcy wasn't waiting to start the movie.
"Nah, she's seen it a million times with me and I doubt he cares if he misses the opening credits." Darcy shrugged as the opening title of Snakes on a Plane popped up on the black screen accompanied by some tropical music.
"Yea, they won't care if they miss the intro to this." Tina agreed with Darcy before taking a bite out of her pizza.
I turned my head into the direction of the outside patio whenever I heard the sliding door open. Gem walked in first followed by Rumlow. I noticed that he was in gym clothes. Bet he rushed over here after one of his many gym visits. That rogue of a man was very vain about his looks; everyone knew he was obsessed with the gym. I think he was obsessed with working out cause his muscles attracted women; which he was always picking up at the bars. I also noticed that Gem was in an oversized t-shirt and gym shorts; it was obvious they weren't hers. Hmm, she must've stayed over with that boyfriend of hers again. Maybe I can take her to the museum tomorrow; show her what a real gentleman's like. She deserves to be treated like a real lady, not how her casual boyfriend is acting.
"Hi, Gem." I greeted her with a smile as we walked over to the couch with Rumlow hot on her heels.
"Hi, Steve." She smiled, taking a seat next to me on the couch.
"Cap." Rumlow acknowledged me with a nod, taking the seat on the other side of Gem.
"Rumlow." I curtly acknowledged right back.
"Seen this movie before?" Rumlow asked, reaching over to open up the pizza box that was marked GF in bold black marker.
"No." I simply told him while the others in the room watched the movie.
"It's crazy, but the agent'll remind you of Fury with his attitude and motherfuckers." He told me, grabbing a slice of pizza from his box and passing it over to Gem. Poor doll, she's going to eat it to be nice. I can't imagine that she'd actually like to eat his special no cheese pizza.
"Languange, Rumlow." I sternly told the rogue as he grabbed himself a slice of pizza.
"He's right, Steve. Samuel L. Jackson does say motherfucker a lot in the movie. He looks like Fury too." Gem said, coming to Rumlow's aid as the man sat back in the couch and took a large bite out of his pizza.
Brock smirked at Gem as she nibbled on her pizza, all the while I chastised her with, "A lady shouldn't use such language, doll."
"Oh my god, he does look like the Furious Eyepatch Dude, doesn't he?" Darcy loudly piped up, bouncing up and down in her spot on the floor.
Shaking his head at Darcy, Cameron groaned, "Don't do that. Don't ruin Samuel L. Jackson for me by comparing him to Director Fury."
"Nothing can ruin Samuel L. Jackson for me. Including his uncanny likeness to Fury."
"Yes, Samuel L. of the Jackson is a fine actor indeed. One of the finest in the action films." Thor remarked in between eating his Hawaiian pizza.
"You know he's in the first Jurassic Park. It's when he was younger." Jane informed the group from her spot on Thor's lap in the corner chair.
"We're totally watching that next weekend." Darcy squealed as the plane on the tv had some snakes slithering around in the luggage department.
All of a sudden Rumlow's phone went off. Instead of excusing himself to go take the call, he just pulled his phone out of his pocket and answered it with a clipped, "Commander Rumlow.", while the movie played and everyone was having a discussion about the actor that played the federal agent.
With my super enhanced hearing, I could hear Fury on the other side of the phone tell Rumlow, "I need to meet with you and Gem. Now, Motherfucker." Why does Fury want to see Gem for? That doesn't make sense.
"Yes, Sir." Brock replied, only for Director Fury to hang up on him. Turning to Gem, Brock told her, "We gotta go meet Fury now."
"Okay." Gem simply nodded.
As they stood up, I did too. "Why does Fury want to see her for, Rumlow? You're the agent, not her." I asked, stopping Rumlow from walking off with Gem.
Brock took a step forward, gave me a hard look, and snapped, "Don't worry about why the director wants to see us for. It doesn't concern you, so just stay here and watch the movie with our friends."
"I don't think that she needs to meet with you and Fury right now. It's getting dark and she's just a secretary."
"She's 'just a secretary' that interned with the NSA under Colonial Rhodey."
"You know the Patroit of Iron, the Man of Iron's friend, dear Jewel Of The Realm?" Thor curious asked.
"Yep." Gem popped her tongue while her eyes darted between me and Brock.
"Even so, I don't think she needs to be going with you. Maybe I could go along to the meeting, make sure everything's okay."
"Oh, Steve, you don't have to do that. I'll be fine meeting Fury with Brock."
"But-" I began to protest only for Rumlow to snarl, "You heard her, Cap. She'll be fine with me so go sit your ass down and let us leave."
"Rumlow, don't act like this."
"Like what, Cap? Huh, like I have a right to tell you to sit the fuck down and let us go on our way?"
"Rumlow, what's so important that you have to take Gem to see Fury for? I work with you; we're both under Fury so why can't I know?" I asked, not liking how I was being kept out of the loop on something. Something that might not be right for Gem to know about since she was a secretary; not a trained agent.
"It's above your paygrade, Boy Scout." The rogue commander sneered at me.
Who does he think he is? I rounded my shoulders and was ready to tell Rumloe off, only for a large hand to fall onto my shoulder. I looked at the hand and then turned around only to see Thor. When did he leave Jane's side? "My friend, Captain of the America, please sit and let Warrior Brock of the Rumlows and Gem, Jewel of the Realm, so to meet Nick of the Fury."
"Yea, Schmexy Old Glory, let them go meet scary Pirate Shaft. We got a movie to watch anyways." Darcy added in, standing up and appearing at Thor's side.
"If you need anything doll, you can always call me." I told Gem before pushing Thor's hand off of my shoulder and sitting back down on the couch.
Gem just nodded while Brock placed his hand on the small of her back and led her away with a gruff, "Let's go, baby. Don't wanna keep Fury waiting."
"Warrior Brock of the Rumlows is a fine and worthy man, don't worry our Gem is in good hands." Thor attempted to assure me right after the door slammed shut, signaling that Gem and Rumlow had left the apartment.
"He's worthy? Oh, only if you say so." I sarcastically scoffed as Darcy planted her butt on the couch next to me.
"Jealous doesn't look good on you, Captain of the America, my friend." Thor remarked in a low rumble before returning to the corner chair that Jane was in.
"Don't be jelly, Schmexy Old Glory. Just sit back and enjoy the movie." Darcy smiled, patting me on the shoulder.
"You know that Gem and Bro-" Tina began to say only for my to hold up my hand and firmly cut her off with, "I don't want to hear it, Tina."
Reaching for another slice of pizza, Cameron sighed, "Tina, you know how he is about second hand and third hand gossip. We can't tell him anything."
Gem POV
Brock turned off his headlights and parked behind a storage locker in a desolate part of the city. Turning to me, he said, "Stay close to me."
Oh god, this was really some super spy shit, huh? "Okay." I simply nodded.
"Come on. We gotta meet him in the locker." Brock told me, opening up his door and climbing out of his seat.
I didn't say a word, just got out of the car. Wordlessly, I followed Brock. He was walking with a practiced ease that made him seem invisible. It was also a skill that I had considering how I would try to lose myself in the crowded hallways in school since I was a 'mobster' kid and was bullied a bit. Yea, growing up in Bensonhurst and being raised around mobsters taught me some life skills.
Brock stopped at a locker, only to pull a set of keys out of his pocket and unlock the padlock. Quickly, he pulled up the door. Nodding to the dark storage locker, he hissed, "Hurry, we don't wanna be seen."
I hurried on inside, only for him to follow right after me. He shut the door and used his phone as a flash flight, only to find some lanterns and turn them on. Together, we sat in the dark at a table (that had a few scattered documents on it) for a few minutes before the door opened only to revel the man of the hour himself. Fury.
"So, motherfucker, she knows about your special assignment and what Pierce is up to then." Fury stated, not asked, my boyfriend as soon as he shut the door to the storage locker.
"It's not like I meant to tell her, Fury. I had to since Pierce was grilling her wants her onboard Project Insight and wants me to induct her into goddamn HYDRA." Brock retorted with a tiny bit of venom in his voice.
"Well, now that she knows about HYDRA…" The director trailed off, causing Brock's face to harden.
It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out where Fury was coming from.
Before Fury could truly say what he meant, I told the man, "Fury, let me join Brock on this undercover mission."
Brock's head spun around so fast as he looked at me. "What?! No!"
"Don't tell me now, Brock Diego Santino Rumlow. You need somebody to have your back in HYDRA; I'm your girlfriend so I'm gonna make sure you don't get made."
"Well, she told you, didn't she, motherfucker." Director Fury chuckled, standing with his arms folded over his chest in an amused way.
"I can handle myself, but this is dangerous, baby. I can't have you put in danger."
"It's a little late for that since Pierce put me on the project and wants you to induct me into HYDRA, honey."
"Shut the fuck up, you motherfuckers." Fury ordered us before our bickering could fully break out. We clamped our mouths shut and looked at the leather trench coat clad man standing in front of us. Looking at my boyfriend, the director said, "Now, Brock, I agree with Gem about her joining you on this undercover mission. She can help you; get you more intel since she's got access to Pierce's files." Before Brock could protest, Fury told him, "She's joining you undercover, motherfucker, so teach her every-motherfucking-thing she needs to know about motherfucking HYDRA."
"Yes, Sir." Brock conceded with a nod while his jaw clenched tightly.
"Well, goodnight, motherfuckers. I'm going home; I advise you to do the same." Fury told us before leaving us all alone in the storage locker.
"Let's go to my house, baby. We've got a lot to talk about tonight." Brock sighed before opening up the door and ushering me out of the locker. I knew that tonight was going to be a long one; not in a good way either.
AN:
Dun dun dun, Gem's officially undercover with Brock in HYDRA now. Talk about angst and drama… Poor Cap, he STILL doesn't know that Gem and Brock are dating. Oh boy, when he does find out…Yikes! The tension between Brock and Cap's so thick too.