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Jack Thompson X Reader

What Lies Before Us, Chapter 18

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A/N: Apologies for the long pause. I actually had this chapter in reserve but never got around to publishing it. What made me publish it today was A) time and B) the lovely, lovely words by @clinicallydepressedreader under one of the previous chapters. Thanks, my dear! It’s people like you that make this more than worth it. I am so honoured to have had that impact on your perception on Jack - truly, it means the world! The characters are actually the most difficult part for me to get right (in terms of the canon timelines and their stories) because the historical background, well... my full-time job is researching the 1930s/1940s in Germany. That certainly helped!

“Clear.”

The room hadn’t been made by room service, who had adhered to the sign outside the door asking for privacy.

“Those are the plans Elias had handed over to them”, Y/N pointed to the desk, recognising the blueprints from Peggy’s descriptions.

“Wasn’t one for much private stuff”, Jack commented. They found no pictures, only the absolute necessities. Crouching down next to the bed, Jack saw something buried below the mattress.

“Wannabe spy”, he commented sarcastically, pulling out a notebook.

Projekt Kriegerblut

HYDRA, Abteilung Forschung für Neurologie und Psychoanalytik

BETA-Proband M.C.

Start Behandlung: September 1940

Y/N had noticed him reading something. “You found something?”

“Hard to say, what does ‘Kriegerblut’ mean?”

“Warrior’s blood”, Y/N frowned, “Why?” He handed her the notebook.

“I think that could link to your friend there.”

Y/N’s eyes scanned the pages. “If that refers to Carter, then lord help us, given that he’s only the beta candidate. Means that somewhere out there, they have a more finalised candidate. One that does, whatever the intent is, better than our man”, she stated, flipping through the pages. Most were notes by doctors about the change in brain scans after repeated torture and electroshock ‘therapy’.

“What does it say?”, Jack asked impatiently.

“Shhh”, she hushed, “I gotta first read it!”

Loading all the evidence into their car, Y/N continued her lecture whilst Jack started driving to Sousa’s location.

“Unbelievable”, Y/N eventually whispered, “that is actually unbelievable.”

“What is it?”, Jack’s eyes met hers for a split-second, so he saw her deep concern.

“If whatever they are describing here is factual”, she began, “then they are attempting to manipulate individuals, basically rewiring their brains to become assassins devoid of will.”

“Absolute mind control?”, he asked in disbelief, “that’s impossible. That’s gotta be impossible.” Taking over someone temporarily by creating a momentary delusion as had been the case in Fennhoff’s technique was one thing, rewiring someone’s brain fundamentally an entirely different.

Y/N raised an eyebrow: “I hope so, too, but then again, I guess people in the French Revolution would’ve said the same thing about the atomic bomb falling out of freaking planes.”

“So, what, he doesn’t know who he is? So we’re talking to an empty shell now, lacking the chip on the shoulder with the puppet master dead?”, Jack inquired, still not entirely convinced that whatever they had found could actually be reality.

“Do I look like I have experience with Nazi mind control?”, Y/N asked back with a huff, “All I can say is what they reported here. The candidate was captured in summer of 1940, and is described as a ‘European individual in his mid-20s of healthy status’. Age and time of capture would coincide with Michael’s presumed death, and well, there’s the matching initials. Apparently, he was candidate 19, and the only one not to die in the process. He was tortured for months, Jack.”

“Sorry if my sympathy is not overflowing just yet. The guy tried to kill you not even five hours ago, Y/N!”

“Yes, with an emphasis on tried”, Y/N agreed, “but we’re all alive, the kid’s fine, and I only have a bandage and a nasty gash to remind me. Had a scar there anyways, so never mind.” She exhaled. “What’s my concern now is that we need someone… someone we can trust who has experience with this sorta thing. I know absolutely no one that fits the bill. You?”

“Neither.”

“Then let’s hope the old trick of hitting him hard enough on the head works”, Y/N commented dryly, “I’m not betting on getting help from the one mind-control expert we’ve come across in the last two years in the form of Fennhoff.”

Once more, silence returned to their car. Y/N knew he was upset, it was written all across his face.

“Are you angry that I didn’t shoot him, are you pissed I didn’t let him shoot the kid, or are you angry that we’re headed to see a possible mad man right now?”, she asked, tilting her head, “or is it all of the above?”

“I’m not angry.”

“Yes”, Y/N snorted, “you are in a glorious mood.”

“No, I’m not”, he agreed, “but I’m not angry. I’m just waiting for this campaign to be over. It feels like since Stark’s disappearance last year, we’ve been chasing boogiemen across the globe and every time we think we’re done, it just continues.”

“I know”, Y/N said quietly, “I’m tired, too.” She swallowed: “But we can’t just ditch now, can we? I mean, you saw Peggy’s face in there. We can’t just leave her and Sousa with someone – or something – of which we have no idea what he’s capable of.”

“Yeah”, he rubbed the bridge of his nose, “I know.” Clenching his jaw, he accepted his fate, and his mind returned to duty. “How’d you think we interrogate him? If that file is correct, I doubt he’ll react much to the stick.”

Y/N nodded. “Probably he won’t, yeah”, pressing her lips together, “again, I have no knowledge of how to de-programme someone like that. I suppose reconnecting with his past, with his identity would be an avenue. To turn him from Candidate 19 back to Michael Carter.”

“But only Peggy knew him back then”, he interjected, “she can’t interrogate him! That’s bound to fail.”

“Why, because it’s her brother?”, Y/N raised an eyebrow.

Jack looked at her as if asking that question was a crime all by itself. “Yes”, he hissed, “because he’s her brother!”

“You know”, Y/N said with a grin, “Now I know why she always butted heads with you. You and him? You could be related. And from what she told me about him, I think even some of the character traits line up.”

He looked offended: “That’s harsh.”

“You met a monster”, she objected, “I doubt he was like that when they were playing knights in the garden.”

Now, he laughed. “Doesn’t surprise me one bit. Couldn’t imagine Marge being a princess.”

…………

“Rose?”, Y/N asked when they approached the cellar in which Sousa had handcuffed Carter to an interrogation table, “how’s everyone?”

Rose gave her a telling look: “Everyone is just in shock.”

“Is Sousa with him?”, Jack asked and Rose nodded, pointing to the room where they could sit in to the interrogation from behind the one-way mirror.

“Peggy in there?”, Y/N asked, and Rose nodded again.

“Gimme a second”, Y/N said to Jack and left to enter the room. “Peggy?”

The woman sat on the desk, legs crossed. She didn’t look sad, or like she had cried. She looked completely blank as her eyes flickered over to Y/N.

“How’s your arm?”

“Fine.”

Y/N sat next to her, looking into the interrogation room.

“What have I missed?”, she asked silently.

“Nothing”, Peggy said bitterly, “he’s said absolutely nothing.”

“I would have guessed so”, Y/N said, deciding to be upfront, “Jack discovered a notebook in Keller’s room. We weren’t sure if it was referring to him, but the evidence all points in that direction. If we are correct, then HYDRA reprogrammed his brain. A sort of mind control. They detailed how they got him to that point, but unfortunately, nothing of how to reverse it.”

“Mind control?”, Peggy asked, forcing herself to look away from Michael, now facing Y/N. Y/N could practically see her trying to pull herself together.

“Yeah, but different than what Fennhoff did with people like Chief Dooley. It’s much more… fundamental”, Y/N tried to explain, “I read it just now on our way here. It was pain-based. Peggy, the details don’t matter that much, but they’ve tortured him for months. It took months for them to drill him into a tool. He became Kandidat 19 – Keller addressed him in that way, too. It would seem that by the time they were done with him, he’d fall into bouts of servitude.” She paused. “But he isn’t perfect. He was referred to as the BETA candidate. In some of the notes, they described how he’d fall out of his trance mid-mission or not act out the actions they wanted him to do in as miniscule detail as they would have liked. I think they decided to make several changes for their next generation of candidates, something with trigger words. I don’t know what they would’ve changed, but they didn’t do that with Michael.”

Peggy remained silent for a while. The door opened and Jack entered, nodding at Peggy.

“Do you think I can get through to him, Y/N?”, Peggy asked. Y/N felt helpless – She had nothing to base this upon. She was forced to answer a question she couldn’t have known the answer to.

“I believe we will not leave any stone unturned”, Y/N spoke eventually. “Dooley got out of his trance somehow. There must be a way to break this, too, even if it takes more than Jack banging against a door.”

“You think it’s some sort of drill, right?”, Jack asked Y/N, to which she only nodded. “Then it’s most likely connected to self-discipline, right? I dunno, maybe some sort of learnt behaviour that was reinforced by HYDRA, disobedience means torture, so self-discipline is a self-protection.”

Y/N remained quiet because she wanted to know where he was headed with this.

“Well, if it is, then we need to break down his ability to self-discipline.” He said it so matter-of-fact that Y/N had to glance to Peggy, only to see that the brunette also didn’t seem to know what Jack was getting at.

“And how do you suspect we do that, Doctor?”, Y/N asked, crossing her arms.

Jack looked at her with a deadpan look: “It’s my suggestion. It’s gonna involve alcohol. Isn’t that your rationale for hardly touching that stuff?”

“You wanna get him drunk?”, Y/N said, not knowing if he was kidding.

“You got a better idea? It’s probably less harmful than some of the harder drugs out there”, he shrugged.

Y/N turned to Peggy: “Thoughts?”

“He finds gin repulsive”, she said sarcastically, “you better get whiskey.”

“See?”, Y/N said with a grin looking at Thompson, “I knew you two share similarities!” He shot her a venomous glare.

“You don’t happen to have a bottle in the trunk, do you?”, she asked sarcastically, causing him to open his mouth in offence.

“D’you think I’m an alcoholic over here?”

“Nah, I told you before, it’s gotten much better”, she shrugged with a smile, “but I was just checking. I’ll get us the goods.”

…………

When they informed Daniel about the plan, he looked at Thompson and L/N as if they were from outer space.

“That’s your plan?”, he asked, just to be sure he didn’t miss a part, “You’ll get him drunk?”

“Yes”, Thompson confirmed.

“My bad”, Sousa’s tone was mocking, “Here I thought we were the Strategic Scientific Reserve, not the college fraternity admitting another member into our ranks of crazy.”

“If you happened to have gathered some intel about German mind control techniques in the trenches of Bastogne, by all means, dogface”, Thompson huffed, “Speak up.”

Sousa rolled his eyes at the insult. “You know, if there’s one thing the likes of you have in common – it’s that they will go above and beyond to remind the rest of the servicemen that they’re Marines.”

Jack slapped him on the shoulder: “Naturally. We did the legwork for it. Don’t worry, we made even more fun of the swab-jockeys than your kind.”

Y/N scoffed, shaking her head. “I guess that referred to the poor sailors that had to work beside you.”

“How’d you guess?”, Jack asked, knowing that she’d probably not have had contact with many members from the Navy during her time in the European theatre.

“Believe it or not, but the distain you had on your face when you spoke to Luke who has been in the Navy was a clear indicator that you don’t hold them in the highest of regards”, she replied, “might have just been Luke, though, and just a lucky guess this time around.”

He winked: “To us, the US Navy was the Marine’s taxi service.”

“Oh my God, way to boast about your choice of branch”, she rolled her eyes amusedly, “C’mon, warrior of God, we’re off to meet Rose and the kid. They left for another safehouse an hour ago.”

“What, we’re not leaving Carter with Sousa and Carter!”, he objected, “besides, last time I checked, I’m the most senior interrogator.”

“Yeah”, she raised an eyebrow at him, “and I’ve seen my share of drunk people for this month. What’s your point?” That remark gave her the reaction she had intended for it to generate – slight embarrassment – as she added: “Besides, he’s cuffed to a table, and we tied down his feet. We’ll put the bunker on lockdown and you’ll need a password to unlock it, so he can’t get out.” She grabbed him by the arm: “Now get going or I swear I will always and forever refer to as a soldier.”

………

“We’re not leaving just to check on the other two, are we?”, Jack asked in the car.

Y/N took notice that he had correctly deducted that from her previous behaviour.

“I think that we shouldn’t be listening in on whatever Peggy has to say to possibly get through to him”, she confirmed quietly, “Peggy’s usually very quiet when it’s about her private life, particularly the one she had before the war.”

“She told you about Michael”, he pointed out, “you’re sure it’s about us listening in, and not just about me listening in?” He shot her a side-glance before returning to the road.

Y/N studied his face. He didn’t seem hurt by the implication, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t.

“No”, she disagreed, “I knew very little about her life, despite having lived with her. I knew that she had a brother and she showed me a few pictures, and she told me that she didn’t have a particularly cordial relationship to her mother. Found her too boyish. I guess the problematic family relations were a point for us to bond over.” She sighed: “I’m sure she would’ve told you if… well. It’s always harder to say these things to people who come from a family that’s intact. It makes you mourn your losses all over again.” Once she had uttered the words, she realised how utterly sad they had sounded, which was reflected on Jack’s concerned face.

“I don’t feel that way when I’m with your family”, she added quickly, “I have known them for what seems like my entire life.”

He cleared his throat, taking his hand off the clutch for a moment to grab her left hand and grazing the ring on her finger: “They’ll be your family, too.”

……….

Entering the other safehouse, which was an unused office building formerly used by the SSR, Elias and Rose were chatting in one of the rooms, evidently about how American and German pies were nothing alike.

Y/N shot Jack a glance. He raised an eyebrow and remarked: “Didn’t take the kid to be a baker.”

“Neither.”

Hearing their voices, Rose and Elias watched them enter.

“Agent L/N, how is your arm?”

“Don’t worry”, she waved her hand, “Unlike the SSR men, I used my arm to take it, not my sternum.”

“And you accuse me of bragging”, Jack complained with a grin that he couldn’t quite wipe off his face.

“Oh please”, Y/N rolled her eyes, “I’m actually surprised you didn’t get one of those dodgy tattoos during service. Well, I suppose you make up for it verbally.”

She could see the thoughts spinning in Elias’ face, when she realised that to him, they were Chief Thompson of the NY SSR, and Agent L/N from the NY SSR. Peggy and Daniel had probably seen no need to mention the fact that there was a private dimension to their relationship, hence, her remarks must have come across as incredibly rude for a simple subordinate.

“Don’t worry”, she said in German with a grin, “he’s my fiancé. I’m the one person in this agency that’s allowed to be honest with him.”

“What?”, Jack asked when Elias started laughing.

“Nothing”, Y/N said in a sing-song-voice, “Asked him if he enjoyed his experience in the field today.”

Jack didn’t believe a word of what she was saying and eyed her suspiciously. “Sure.”

“Chief Sousa called a moment ago, something about a report”, Rose spoke up, “He said you two will know what to do.”

“Yeah, that’s a nice term for filing duty”, Y/N remarked dryly, “About the mission.”

She looked around, searching for a desk. “How about this, I’ll do the filing, you”, she turned to Jack, “find us something to eat. I’m starving.”

“You volunteer to do the filing?”, he asked, acting shocked.

“I can be nice from time to time”, she grinned, “Deal?”

“You bet!”

…………

“So you two are headed back to New York soon?”, Elias asked over dinner, which were burgers, because, as Jack had explained, that was the most convenient to get into the car.

Y/N looked over to Jack. “Yes, at least for a while.”

“We’re leaving the SSR”, Jack shared, causing Rose to almost drop her food.

“WHAT?”, she exclaimed, “Who’s going to take care of the east, then?!”

Y/N chuckled at her panic. “Don’t worry, Rose. The SSR will be in the best of hands. Perhaps the most capable hands it could ever want. Isn’t that right, Thompson?”

He rolled his eyes at the teasing tone in her voice. “Yeah, yeah.”

“Carter’s going to be in charge”, Y/N said to explain, “she, Colonel Philips and Howard Stark will restructure the SSR.”

Rose pursed her lips, before smiling brightly: “That sounds exciting!”

“Yes, for your sake, I hope Stark’s not too involved”, Jack scoffed, “otherwise, the new offices might explode. Or implode. It’s concerning both happened before.”

“Oh, come on”, Y/N shook her head, “He was involved in almost all the biggest scientific developments of the last decades. And those functioned as intended. At least most of them.”

“I am also very confident that his rocket programme will turn out to be a success”, Elias said with a small smile, “who knows, Stark tech might just be the first man-made thing to land on the moon.”

“The moon?”, Jack asked, not convinced. “Yeah, sure. Why not.”

“Yes, he intends to send a manned rocket to the moon”, Elias nodded, “that’s why he hired me, amongst others.”

“Great”, Thompson scoffed, “make it a one-way ticket and I’ll support it.”

Y/N laughed: “I said to Peggy that you’d say that.”

“If you’re leaving the SSR, what’s next for Chief Thompson and Agent L/N?”, Rose asked curiously.

“The CIA is looking for people with experience to build up their rows”, Jack said, “they were quick to offer us a position.”

“With the new division of responsibility amongst the intelligence services, the SSR won’t be able to act with the level of freedom it was able to in the war and up until September”, Y/N added, “and things in Europe and Asia only seem to become more volatile again. Might be of use to work for the agency that’ll be able to work on the ground.”

She saw Elias’ concerned face. “Do you still have family there?”

“In Germany?”, he shrugged, “I have no idea. Parts of them lived in East Prussia. I haven’t heard from them since late 1944 – so I assume, no. I don’t anymore.”

Y/N’s face fell at the mention of that, again conflicted by the fact that enemies were human, too. She had taught herself to see them primarily as targets, as inherently different to her, to her friends, and therefore, killing them became easier. Was sympathy with a people that had committed atrocities too horrible to even comprehend even possible? Was it morally wrong? It felt nearly impossible to her to reconcile these seemingly juxtaposed positions.

“Y/N, did you come across HYDRA when working in Germany?”, Rose asked to change the topic.

The woman shook her head: “No, fortunately not. I was preoccupied with more – well – normal Nazis, though that is an oxymoron in my opinion.”

“I remind you that you didn’t get to experience the joy of searching for snakes in your foxhole”, Jack interjected, and Y/N knew he did only to redirect the conversation away from her service, for which she was grateful. She had no interest in sharing war stories with the brother of the guy she killed.

“You did not serve in Europe?”, Elias asked, seemingly confused.

“Nah”, Jack pulled a face, “someone had to fight the good fight in the Pacific, too.”

Once they had finished their meal, Jack began to organise for Rose and Elias to get onto the next plane back to L.A., which resulted in them heading to the airport just a short while later. Y/N accompanied the two of them outside to the taxi, followed by Thompson. She hugged Rose goodbye before turning to the scientist.

“Thank you, Elias”, she said, shaking his hand. “You’re a good kid.”

“Madame, I love my brother. Perhaps, I loved him more than any other person in the world. But if one thing was taught to us since our earliest youth, it is that war is brutal. It was the brutality we were taught to idolise. I suppose that means accepting the reality that others will wage war upon us, too.”

She watched him enter the car, wondering where his path would lead him to. She sincerely hoped that, wherever it would, the destination would be more peaceful than his youth had been.

“That’s why you wanted to be the one to escort him”, Jack stated quietly, standing next to her. “To amend.”

“I cannot amend it”, she said, watching the car leave. “But it would seem that he has given me all I can ask for. Acceptance.”

Jack followed her gaze. If that kid was able to accept her decisions, accept her actions – then for God’s sake, why would her father not be capable of doing the same? He would marry Y/N. And despite their relationship being distant, he at least wanted them to not hate each other.

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Road Trip

Jack Thompson x Reader

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Fandom: Marvel

Square Filled: Road Trip

Summary: Y/N followed Daniel to LA when he left, thinking it would be an escape from all the headaches in New York. Then, the headache followed her to LA. And got himself shot. Now, he needs to go back to New York, but since he's still recovering from a few bullets to the chest, he's not cleared to fly. It's also not the safest thing for him to drive across the country by himself, so he'll need somebody to go with him. And Y/N is about to get roped into doing it.

Word Count: 2,579

Category: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Canon-compliant descriptions of the gunshot wound Jack got at the end of season 2

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"-and you should move some of these desks so it's easier for agents to move around from one place to another. I'm bumping into desks left and right here."

"Maybe you're just uncoordinated, Jack."

"And another thing-"

I smiled to myself as I made a fresh pot of coffee, eavesdropping on the two SSR chiefs behind me. A few weeks ago, Jack had been shot in his hotel room. He'd been bleeding out on the carpet when I'd arrived to give him some files Daniel had forgotten about, completely unconscious and on death's doorstep. Thankfully, I had enough medical training that I'd been able to keep him somewhat stable after calling 911, and we'd gotten him to the hospital. After hours in surgery and a few days in a coma, he'd finally managed to pull through. He spent a couple weeks recovering in the hospital, and a few days ago, they'd officially released him.

He'd been hanging around here ever since, driving Daniel and Peggy absolutely crazy.

"Hello, Y/N," said Peggy, sidling up next to me as the coffee brewed.

"Hey Peg. You getting a little escape from Jack?" I asked, nudging her shoulder teasingly. The boys had wandered off to another part of the office, giving us a slight break from their bickering.

"Yes, actually. And speaking of that, Daniel and I had a little proposition for you."

I turned to Peggy and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes. You remember how you've been wanting to work the Underwood case, but haven't been able to since she hasn't come to the West coast?"

"Yes..."

"Well, Daniel and I found a way for you to work the case. Even lead it, from the SSR LA division and angle."

"...And what's the catch?"

Peggy tried for a smile, but it looked more like a grimace to me. I tried to brace myself for whatever she was about to say next.

"Well, since you need to be in New York to work the case... Daniel and I thought you could drive Jack back with you, since you have medical training and he can't fly for another few weeks at least."

I couldn't stop myself from laughing as I shook my head.

"No way Peggy, not a chance," I said after a few deep breaths. "Two weeks stuck in a car with only a cranky, injured Jack Thompson for company? You couldn't pay me enough."

"Come on, Y/N! Please! This works well for all of us! Jack gets back to New York so he can run the agency, Daniel and I get him out of our hair, and you get to take over your dream investigation!"

"No. Way."

"Come on, Y/N, we really need your help."

"Peggy Carter. There is absolutely nothing you can do to convince me to get in a car and drive across the country with Jack."

****************

"I can't believe they actually convinced you to get in a car and drive across the country with me," grumbled Jack from the passenger seat as I climbed into the driver's side.

"Me neither," I growled, my grip on the steering wheel white-knuckled.

"Have fun! Call us when you get there!" called Peggy, waving from the curb outside the SSR.

"Try not to kill each other!" added Daniel. I flipped him off without hesitation and, to my surprise, Jack did the same thing at the exact same time as me.

When he realized, he turned to me. We stared at each other for a few beats, then shook our heads and faced forward again. Wordlessly, I started the car and began the first few miles of our long, long road trip.

We made it just outside the city limits before our nice, tentative peace fell apart.

"What is this garbage?" muttered Jack as he reached forward to change the radio station I had on.

"Jack, don't-" I tried to stop him, but he'd already started searching through the noise of different channels and wavelengths before I'd even opened my mouth. "I was listening to that!"

"Well, we would've had to change it after we got another few miles out of the city anyway. This is just getting ahead of the game."

I sighed and scowled, but let him fidget with the radio as I drove. He couldn't seem to decide on a station, and all the song and speech fragments floating through the car were starting to drive me seriously crazy.

"Can you please just pick a station?" I finally whined. It felt like I'd been keeping my comment to myself for hours, but really it'd only been a few minutes.

"Alright, alright. Relax. Geeze, can't you cut me a little slack? I almost died."

I gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, trying to block the memory from my mind. Jack and I had never been best friends or anything, but seeing him laying on the floor, unconscious, and in a pool of his own blood... only years of medical training had been enough for me to keep my head. And ever since, I'd being desperately trying to forget those few hours where he'd almost died in my arms.

"How long are you going to milk that for?" I asked, forcing myself to use a light tone even though I didn't feel it. Jack didn't seem to notice.

"I feel like I'm at least entitled to a few more weeks."

I couldn't hold back a small laugh. Jack grinned, then went back to messing with the radio. I sighed. This was going to be a long, long road trip.

****************

I thought being stuck in the car with Jack was bad, but I had no idea just how much worse it could get. We couldn't make the drive across the entire country in a day, which meant we had to stop along the way. Which also meant sharing a motel room with Jack. More than once.

The first time we'd stopped, I hadn't been able to keep the displeasure off my face as we checked into our one room with two beds. We'd barely taken a few steps away from the front desk before Jack stepped in front of me and stopped me.

"Hey. If it bothers you that much, I can go ask him for two rooms."

I stared at him, my scowl only deepening. "No."

"Why? You clearly don't like the idea of sharing a room with me. What's the matter, afraid I'm gonna get shot again?"

I closed my eyes for a few heartbeats, forcing myself to take deep breaths through my nose. An image of Jack lying on the floor of his last hotel room bleeding out popped into my mind, and it was all I could do to open my eyes and force it away.

"It's fine, Jack. It's less money to share a room, anyway, so... it's fine."

Jack looked like he was going to keep talking, but I just walked past him towards our room before he could.

We didn't argue about sharing a room again as we slowly worked our way across the country. Despite pretty constantly getting on each others' nerves, we actually did have some fun. I was never bored, and a lot of the time I was even laughing. I'd never really talked to the blonde SSR chief before, but talking was mostly all we had to do on the road trip. As much as I hated to admit it, I was actually starting to like him.

Finally, we got to our last stop on the trip before New York. We checked into our last motel, and I could've danced at the thought that this journey from hell was almost over.

"Alright, I'm taking a shower and then going to bed," I announced, dropping my bags next to my bed as Jack stretched out on his own.

"Fine by me. I'll be in here."

We shared a smile, then I headed into the bathroom. The tentative peace we'd both made while going crazy driving through the midwest had actually turned into a budding friendship, to both our surprises. I had no idea if it would survive once we got to New York, but I was going to do my best to make it happen.

I took my time when I got out of the shower, fully relaxing and getting ready for bed. I came out to find Jack already in bed, reading his book with the light on. We shared a small smile as I passed and got into my bed, curling up on my side and trying to fall asleep. I tossed and turned a few times, but even though I was exhausted, I couldn't get to sleep with the light on next to me.

After my fifth readjustment and attempt to fall asleep, I sighed and sat up. I turned to face Jack, only to find him already looking at me over the cover of his book.

"You alright there, Y/L/N?"

"Uh... well, actually, I was hoping you could turn off the light. I'm so tired, but I can't get to sleep with it on."

"Alright, sure, just gimme a few more minutes."

"Yeah. Sure."

I closed my eyes and tried to rest even though I wasn't sleeping. The seconds stretched, and I heard page after page turn in Jack's book. Slowly, I counted to ten, and then I opened my eyes and whirled on him.

"Jack. Come on, please turn off the light. It's been way more than a few minutes."

"Listen, the next time you survive being shot three times in the chest and almost bleeding out, then you can decide when it's time for us to go to sleep and turn out the lights."

"That is IT!" I shouted, whirling all the way around to face Jack, my legs handing off the edge of the bed. "I've let all your damn jokes about almost dying roll off my back for this whole trip, but I can't take it anymore Jack!"

"Whoa, Y/N-" he said, sitting up straighter himself and trying to move towards me. I was having none of it. I'd hit my breaking point.

"No! Look, Jack, I'm glad you're in a place where you can throw that injury and near-death experience around like it's nothing, but it's probably because you were unconscious for most of it. I wasn't. I was awake, hands soaked in your blood as I tried to stop the bleeding, feeling how cold you were getting from the blood loss, trying not to cry, trying to call an ambulance when my hands were slipping on the dial from YOUR BLOOD, and absolutely shaking from the adrenaline dump while I waited for you to either die in surgery or come back to your room in a coma. So I don't have a damn sense of humor about it, and I'd really appreciate it if you stopped making jokes about it all the damn time."

I huffed a big sigh and looked down at my hands, which were shaking in my lap. When I'd started talking, I hadn't planned on telling him all that. It just came out. Like water from a dam.

Jack sat quietly on the bed opposite mine, and I could see his feet even as I stared at my hands. I really, really didn't want to look up at his face, but surprise was enough to make me do it as he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You were the one that saved me?"

My head snapped up, only to find him staring at his own hands and not making eye contact. I sighed, the anger and fear dissipating at the sight. Jack never looked anything other than insufferably confident and arrogant. This was the first time I'd seen him shaken while he was still conscious.

"Yeah. Daniel had files he forgot to give you, so he sent me to deliver them. When I walked into your room..." I shivered and shook my head, trying to get the memory to go away. "It was almost too late."

Jack nodded slowly, then took a deep breath. He stood and crossed the small space between us and came to a stop right in front of me. Carefully, he took my hands in his. My heart raced in my chest as he met my eyes, his expression more open and soft than I'd ever seen it while he was awake.

"I'm... sorry, Y/N. I had no idea... I'll stop making jokes. I promise. I just... I'm so sorry."

Just like that, my heart melted. I held his hands tighter and pulled, until Jack got the hint and sat down next to me. I held both of Jack's hands with one of mine and put my free hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay, Jack. I really am glad you can joke about it. I just... can't. So thank you, for stopping with the jokes. And I'm sorry I blew up on you."

Jack shook his head. "I'm sorry I never thought about how you might feel about it. And for assuming some random maid or somebody found me in that hotel room."

He paused, and our eyes met. We held each others' stares for a long moment, more emotion passing between us than I could ever put into words.

"Thank you," Jack finally whispered, voice hoarse. "Thank you for saving me."

"Of course, Jack. I'm just glad I could. I hated seeing you like that, but... I'd do it again, given any choice, I'd go through it again. I'd always save you."

Jack gave me the most genuine smile I'd ever seen from him. Slowly, he leaned in, simultaneously reaching up to tangle a hand in the back of my hair. My heart hammered in my chest, and I found myself leaning in to meet him as he kissed me.

It was a soft kiss, full of tender emotion. I knew I'd never hear the end of it from Peggy and Daniel if they ever found out I'd kissed Jack Thompson, but in that moment, I really didn't care.

Jack finally pulled away, and after one last heartfelt beat, his face slowly broke into a shit-eating grin.

"What?" I demanded.

"You care about me," he teased. I rolled my eyes and punched him in the arm.

"Shut up."

"Do Daniel and Peggy know that you'd always save me?"

"Thompson, I will make you walk the rest of the way to New York."

"No, but seriously, are you-"

I cut him off by leaning back in and kissing him on the mouth, much harder than he'd kissed me. After a few moments, I pulled away, and Jack just stared at me in complete shock.

"Damn, if I'd known it was that easy to shut you up when I still worked for you in New York, I would've kissed you a long time ago."

Jack laughed and wrapped one arm around my shoulders.

"What do you say you let me take you to dinner when we finally get back to New York? I think you and I could really wreak some havoc together."

"First dinner, then Dottie Underwood, our LA friends, and the world," I said, smiling and leaning into Jack. He smiled right back, the usual arrogance mostly gone from his face again.

"I can't wait."

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[hjbirthdaywishes]

August 24, 2023

Happy 42 Birthday to Chad Michael Murray.

#Chad Michael Murray #Happy Birthday #Jack Thompson #Agent Jack Thompson #Agent Thompson #Chief Jack Thompson #Chief Thompson #Agent Carter #Marvel Cinematic Universe #MCU #Marvel #August #2023

[alder-saan]

I SUMMON THE AGENT CARTER FANDOM!

Fans of Peggy Carter, especially Carterwood fans! (Cartinelli too, even tho I don't ship it personally, it's a cute ship and I love the artworks about those two)

Fans of Dottie Underwood!

Fans of Edwin Jarvis!

Fans of Daniel Sousa, of Jack Thompson, of Howard Stark and of every other Agent Carter character!

Please, let's revive the fandom.

Interact with this post! Like, comment, repost, I want to see if there are some people out there who still care about this tv show.

#rise up #please #agent carter #mcu #marvel #peggy carter #agent carter season 3 #carterwood #cartinelli #peggysous #Dottie Underwood #Edwin Jarvis #Howard Stark #Jack Thompson

[momentofch-aos]

M's Marvel Thought of the Day

Daniel Sousa, now settled in the 21st century, looks up what happened to his friends from his own timeline.

Daisy had already gently broken the news about Peggy's death to him. They visited her grave site and talked about the adventures and missions the two had been on.

He read the case file on Howard and Maria Stark's death, the Winter Solider case and knowledge of who he was sending him for a loop. He'd met Sergeant Barnes once, that day when he thought he would die on the battle field. He had never been Howard's biggest fan but no one deserved that.

He read the obituaries of Ana and Edwin Jarvis, found they were buried in New York, side by side as they'd been in life. He left pink flowers - Ana's favourite colours of peonies - on their grave, and thanked them for their friendship and support.

There had been two people he'd been somewhat surprised to find out were still alive and unbelievably in the same old people's home in DC. He'd been unsure whether visiting would be a good idea but after some gentle investigating from Daisy and Mack, he found himself entering a rec room. There was various elderly people around, reading newspapers or napping in high backed armchairs. But no-one looked familiar. Daisy squeezed his hand before getting the attention of one of the nurses, who led them around the corner of the room.

As they make their approach when Daniel hears a far too familiar voice, making him stop in his tracks.

"Ha! Got you again Thompson, pay up!" Rose Roberts, with now grey hair but with the same thick glasses, smirked triumphantly across the top of the checkers board.

The older man across the table groaned. "We go through this every damn day Rose. Can we go back to Chess?" Daniel took in the older man he'd known a life time ago, hair still slicked back in the way it had always been. A cane leant against the wall behind him and he coughed after laughing at Rose's comeback.

"Chief Thompson? Agent Roberts?" The nurse asked drawing their attention. "You have some visitors."

Both former agents looked across to see Daniel standing with an indecipherable look on his face.

"Fucking hell..."

"What the hell..." Their voices overlapped suddenly.

"Hey Rose, hey Jack." Daniel said stepping forward. Rose struggled to her feet, using the table to leverage herself up.

"Chief? Is that really you?" Rose looked up at him, his arms coming up to help balance her.

"It's me. It's good to see you Rose." And he found himself engulfed in her arms, wrapping his back around her and holding her tight. "God it's good to see you Rose."

"How the hell are you here?" She said as she looked back up to him. "And who's the beautiful woman you brought with you?" She fixed him with that same mischievous look she used to shoot at him all the time after glancing to Daisy who stood off to the side. Always so invested in his love life, so he chuckled.

"I can explain everything I promise. Why don't we sit?" He helped her back to her chair, glancing across to Jack who had his hand's in fists on the other side of the table. "Hi Thompson."

"Who are you?" He demanded. "You're sure as hell not Daniel Sousa. He died in...55." He paused remembering the exact year. "We buried him. We... mourned him. You sure as hell aren't him."

"I can explain that I am Jack."

"I am 102, not stupid." Rose scoffed, making both men turn to her.

"Jack do be serious. What about Rogers? He came back to Peg did he not?"

"How can we be sure? It may be some traitor. Davey was telling me just the other day about those shape shifting aliens Fury was palling around with..." Jack started saying.

"How about this Jack? I'll prove it to you." The older man looked puzzled but let him continue. "Before you went to Russia with Carter, met the Howling Commandoes when we were investigating Stark. You tricked me in the locker room, into seeing Carter changing. You asked me to get your compass from..."

"Locker 42." Jack finished his sentence and looked Daniel up and down, his gaze resting on the prosthetic leg.

"I've still only got one leg but the future makes a better prosthetic than Stark by a mile." Daniel joked, and Jack stood at that, pulling Daniel into a hug that he was not expecting. "It's good to see you too Jack."

They sat back down, chairs pulled up for Daniel and Daisy, as they told the story of faking his death, and pulling him out of time. Of their adventures into space and the weird and wacky things he'd discovered in the 21st Century.

They told him stories from their own lives after his death, cases he'd missed out on, Howard's ridiculousness. Peggy's rise to power. The three old friends spoke fondly of her, recalling stories from throughout the time they spent with her.

Rose grilled him and Daisy on their story and relationship, telling Daisy all the embarrassing things that Daniel had been happy to leave behind in the 50's. The unlikely pair giggled and formed a friendship.

Rose told her stories of her first and second marriage, her daughter, son-in-law and grandson who would visit every weekend.

Jack had been married when Daniel died, to Peggy's lovely personal secretary Ruth who knew how to put him in his place. They'd only had a daughter the year or two before Daniel supposedly died. Jack talked about how they'd gone on to have three more daughters, now had 8 grandchildren, including a grandson who had joined SHIELD recently (Daniel promised to keep an eye out for him). Then, his Ruth had passed a few years ago and Daniel expressed his condolences.

At that moment, a young boy, probably 5-years-old barrelled into the room and to Jack's side. "Pops, Pops!"

"Hey there, Danny. How's my favourite guy?" With surprising strength for a man of his years, Jack swung the young man up till he was sat on his knee.

"I'm good! Momma's coming now." He pointed to where a pretty blonde was making her way across the room, shaking her head as she stooped to kiss Jack on the cheek and ruffle her son's head.

"Sorry Grandpa, the traffic was horrendous." She greeted Rose much the same way, passing her a package. "Fudge from that place on 4th for your Rose, Danny over there insisted." She turned to the guests who sat between them. "Hello, I'm Ruthy." She shook their hands.

"Ruthy, this is Daniel and Daisy. Daniel, Daisy, my granddaughter Ruthy and her son, Danny." Jack smirked at Sousa as his great-grandson played with the watch on his wrist.

"Danny? Huh." Was the only thing Daniel came up with as he watched an old friend acting like a goofy grandparent.

"Yeah, Grandpa had a friend called Daniel who saved his life a bunch of times when he was younger. Used to tell us stories all about Sousa and Carter and their adventures. We never believed him until we found out where he worked." Ruthy filled in nonchalantly, sitting on the opposite side of the table, digging through her bag to produce a water bottle for her son unaware of the look on Daniel's face. Jack smirked massively. "Here, Grandpa. I managed to grab that album from storage that you wanted." She handed across a large leather bound photo album to the older man, who flipped through a few pages.

"Here you go Daisy, you'll like this one." Jack smirked, that old charming smile creeping onto his face as he passed the now open book across to her, Daniel peering over her shoulder and scoffing.

"Woah." Ruth finally looked up, glancing at the photo and then back up to Daniel and back again. "Well. I cannot believe it took me that long. I knew you looked familiar. I thought it was just Quake that had me thinking that."

Daisy smirked. "You don't seem surprised?"

"Oh I've worked at Stark Industries for a long time, I'm so used to superheroes and weird tech not much surprises me anymore. You see Tony Stark walking round in Iron-Man pants one too many times and you get over stuff pretty quickly." She levelled Daniel with a look. "Time travel huh?"

"Yes. But I haven't seen these in literal years." He said his hand tapped a few photos. One from the first day of opening the first SHIELD base, Thompson and Howard Stark stood either side of Peggy and Daniel. Another of Peggy, Daniel and Rose throwing confetti at Jack's wedding. One of Daniel and Thompson with Peggy on her Wedding Day. An outtake of that one where Howard was attempting to jumping into frame and Jarvis dragging him out, while the three of them laughed lay below it.

He could still picture that party, he could hear the band playing, memories of Peggy dancing with Rogers, happy and content. He remembered how happy he was for her.

Daisy squeezed his knee beneath the table and brought him back to the present. He pressed a kiss to her temple and continued the conversation. They had coffee and cake and Rose shared her fudge. Daisy made lunch trolley roll across the room, making Jack's great-grandson shriek in delighted laughs and push it back into a position where she could do it again and again.

They left hours later and Daniel felt more settled than he had done in a long time. Daisy squeezed his hand as they drove away.

They'd return to visit every time they were in town, which was more often these days now SHIELD HQ was there, sometimes together, sometimes alone. They met all of both of their families, attended Ruth's 100th birthday. Brought presents for Daniel's namesake's birthday.

When Daisy and Daniel tied the knot, two reserved seats on the front row of the groom's side were filled my two of his oldest friends some of their families just a couple rows back. They 'snuck' them into new SHIELD HQ to see all the new tech and planes, the memorial wall that included people they'd known a lifetime ago.

Daniel loved the future, loved living his life alongside Daisy and her family. But knowing his friends were there, getting to spend time with them was an unexpected but valuable thing for him. It gave him a link to the past, someone to shoot the breeze with, with some similar experiences from the past. A taste of a previous life he was grateful for as he lived his new one.

#m's marvel thought of the day #agent carter #agents of shield #daniel sousa #daisy johnson #marvel #fanfic #dousy #aos #peggy carter #howard stark #edwin jarvis #jack thompson #rose roberts #this got away from me #steve rogers is mentioned #ana jarvis #peggysous #previous peggysous

[inthecornerstone]

LOOK AT THEIR STUPID SSR IDS. THEYRE SO BAD.

i love this dumbass show and it’s budget of $1 so much

#agent carter #peggy carter #daniel sousa #jack thompson #jackdaniels

[incorrect-multiverse]

Sousa: I’m driving.

Peggy: Shotgun!

Jack: What! But you had it on the way here.

Peggy *Pulling out shotgun*: No! I found a shotgun! *cocks gun* And I want the front seat.

#incorrect multiverse #incorrect quotes #source: tumblr #marvel #agent carter #peggy carter #jack thompson #daniel sousa #peggysous #jk we all know peggy would be the driver but oh well

[redvanillabee]

rating men of agent carter based on how huggable they seem

daniel: warm 🥰 8/10 jarvis: doesn't hug but will make you a nice cup of tea and give you a blanket so same same. 9/10 jack: bony. can't hug to save his life. probably smells like cigarettes. gross. 4/10 michael: BRO HUG 👊. 7/10 dooley: if he is in his normal era probably a not bad 'you got it sport' dad hug. 5/10 jason: warm 🥰 8/10 bonus—krzeminski: won't touch with a hundred-foot pole. please yeet him into the sun. -100/10

#agent carter #daniel sousa #edwin jarvis #jack thompson #michael carter #my stuff #i feel like i've made this post already but i can't find it so i'll assume i haven't #men of ac

[benoitblanc]

if i were helping them, i’d be on my way there. but i’m here with you.

#arwen makes stuff #marvel #agent carter #marveledit #marveladdicts #mcusource #dailymarvelgifs #peggy carter #daniel sousa #jack thompson #uservalentina #userbaz #tuserlanie #userelliee #userelke #userhella #jemmablossom #cinematv #dailyteamcap #tvfilmgifs #emotional support bastards!!!

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Agent Carter 1x05 icons • reblog if you use

#agent carter #agent carter icons #peggy carter #peggy carter icons #peggynet #agent carter 1x05 #dum dum dugan #jack thompson #happy sam sawyer #marvel icons #icons #marvel

[starlightpeggy]

agent carter pride icons for your consideration this coming pride!!

#these are based on my headcanons and i’ve had them for ages #so i’m sharing them now!! #agent carter #peggy carter #daniel sousa #dottie underwood #angie martinelli #jack thompson #howard stark #agent carter icons #starlightpeggy.icons

[xxruinaxxmcu]

Jack Thompson x Reader

Previous Chapters 

What Lies Before US

Chapter 19

A/N: once again thank you @clinicallydepressedreader for the lovely reblog of the last chapter! I do appreciate every like/feedback a great deal. 

The next morning, before the sun had made its way above the horizon, the two of them packed up their things in the office before making their way back to the bunker. It was still locked, so Jack entered the code to gain access.

“Seems like no one broke out”, he commented sarcastically.

They were greeted by silence as they made their way back towards the interrogation chamber. The first person they came across was Sousa, who looked like he hadn’t slept much.

“You look a bit under the weather”, Y/N said with a small smile, “Everything alright?”

The brunet nodded. “Yeah. Peggy’s asleep. So is her brother.”

“Did you get anything?”, Jack asked, pointing towards the interrogation room with his chin.

“Yeah”, he huffed, “seems like you really are our best interrogator, Jack. What a pity you’ll switch agencies.” He paused: “Apparently, he was captured in 1940 and brought to a facility in East Prussia, where he underwent torture for several years. After the war, HYDRA found new allies in the Soviet Union interested in their research, so the base continued in Kaliningrad.”

“So the Soviets know about that entire mind control stuff?”, Thompson asked, crossing his arms with a scowl. This was bad. HYDRA was a rogue organisation without a state to back it, but the Soviet Union had an entire apparatus behind it.

“Yeah”, Daniel confirmed, “he mentioned that they continued to work on their technique, improve the compliance of their subjects.”

“That’s why he’s only the BETA candidate”, Y/N threw in, “There must be an ALPHA, too. Someone who’s been trained better. That’s what they outlined in that booklet, too. Does he have details on that person?”

Daniel shook his head: “They made sure for candidates not to meet.”

“And do we know if he’s stable without a handler? Or is he just going to revert back into mad-mode?”, Jack questioned.

“I give no guarantees”, Daniel scoffed, “but I think without Keller’s orders, it should be fine. We’ll still send him to see a psychiatrist to look into possible de-programming, in case we were to ever run into another HYDRA scientist again.” His head turned to Y/N. “Thank you, Y/N. I know you could’ve shot him to get our mission done with less personal risk.”

She waved her hand: “Daniel. I’ve pulled the trigger too quick too often. I suppose I can try the other way once in a while.” Feeling Jack’s gaze upon her, she knew that he knew what she felt, even if he disagreed with her feeling that sense of guilt.

“We’ll take him back to L.A. with us”, Daniel said, nudging his head in the direction of where Michael was still locked up, “probably we’ll leave in about ten hours. Peggy organised private means of transportation.”

“You mean she called Stark.”

“I mean she called Stark”, Sousa confirmed Jack’s guess. “Are you coming with us?”

The two exchanged a quick glance.

“I think we have to get our affairs sorted in New York. I have to talk to McKinley to make him interim Chief”, Jack pulled a face, “and yes, I vetted him as thoroughly as I could, and though he doesn’t have my charm, he’s sure as hell not gonna turn out a Communist or HYDRA agent.”

Daniel and Y/N scoffed simultaneously.

“I described you in a great many ways, Thompson, but charming?”, Daniel grinned.

“If you need backup”, Y/N said, not having to say more than that to clarify her offer. Sousa nodded.

“We will.”

“I’ll organise our fights back to New York”, Y/N said to Jack before marching off to one of the offices to call the airline.

When she had left, Jack turned to Sousa.

“I need Carter to spend a weekend with Y/N, get her out of New York.”

“What?”, Sousa raised an eyebrow, “Are you double-crossing someone again?” It was a clearly a joke, but Jack still rolled his eyes.

“No, you jackass”, he huffed, “but there’s something I need to do, and I can’t have her knowing just yet. Come on, it’s awful keeping a secret from a spy, so I need a spy to help me!”

Daniel had his suspicions where this was headed, so he nodded without further question.

A few hours later, Y/N and Jack got ready to leave Miami behind.

“Tell Peggy I wish her all the best”, Y/N said to Sousa when they got ready to enter the taxi, “I think she’s quite busy with everything that’s happened.”

“I will”, Sousa said with a smile, “Thank you for the help.”

“Don’t mention it”, she said, “You two have saved our asses more than enough, too.”

Just when they were about to climb into the cab, the door flew open again and Peggy stormed out to hug Y/N. “You didn’t think I would not say goodbye to you, did you?”

“I’m sure you’ve got bigger things on your mind then waving at me”, Y/N laughed, “especially since I’m sure we’ll speak on the phone before you know it.”

“You can count on it!”, Peggy looked over to Jack, nodding at him. “Thank you, Jack. I even relinquish the desire to shoot you.”

Jack snorted. “Yeah? Thanks, Marge.”

“See you around, you two”, Peggy said with a smile as they departed. For once, despite the entire Michael-situation wasn’t yet resolved completely, their case was closed. Keller was dead. The Arena Club dismantled.

Jack Thompson’s and Y/N L/N’s tenue at the SSR was coming to a close.

……………

They decided to remain at the SSR for four more weeks to wrap things up, then take a few days off with the vacation days that they had, in theory, accumulated but had been unable to ever use because the world wouldn’t stop ending before starting at the CIA in March of 1948. That meant that they had a few weeks of mostly filing and other desk duties, which came to Y/N’s advantage as it gave her wound time to heal without feeling like she was missing out on anything that would’ve needed her skillset. A definite downside to that was, however, that it provided time to think. And as good as they were when dealing with criminals, from mobster to mad scientist, they were equally terrible at handling domestic issues.

And there was a rather big one that they had to take care of one way or another. Their own wedding.

‘Why the hell are you worrying about this, Thompson? You’ve seen how it goes at Carter and Sousa’s. Just don’t fall flat on your face and you’ll be fine’, Jack thought to himself, though he knew he was only kidding himself. There were a million things that could go wrong. Family was a blessing, but it was also a can of worms. And his friends from university and from his time in the Marine Corps didn’t know each other, so they might hate each other. And there was the miniscule thing around Y/N’s family. Or, more precisely, her father.

Their wedding would take place in February, which meant that it would most likely be cold as hell, but there wasn’t much they could do about it, it was one of the only moments – perhaps of their entire lives – where they could be fairly sure that they had time for such an event.

Y/N was a bit confused by the no-discussion-allowed tone Peggy had when she called her one day to inform her that they’d spend a weekend together back in Boston where Peggy knew a childhood friend who was selling wedding dresses. Y/N wasn’t that thrilled to return to that city again so soon – but after being threatened to have to fly to L.A. to meet with her instead, she agreed.

“You sure you don’t want to come?”, Y/N asked when packing her suitcase, looking over to her fiancé. “We don’t really do things traditionally, so I don’t mind if you see the dress before day X.”

“You’re right”, he pushed himself off the wall with a grin, “we did everything up until this moment in an unorthodox manner. Let’s do this one thing the old-fashion way. I’m sure my ma would be livid if we didn’t.” He gave her a quick kiss, causing Y/N to laugh.

“Your ma would be livid if she knew half the crap we’ve done together”, Y/N informed him, “And I don’t even mean just our work now, I doubt she’d be happy with all the stuff that happened before the war, either.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, we were practically saints at university”, he said with a wink, making her scoff.

“Yeah. I hope Nick bites his tongue if he’s around on our wedding day. Don’t want your parents’ image of their saintly son to be destroyed.”

………

Y/N was greeted by her friend at the airport. “You really didn’t have to fly all across the country just for this silly thing”, Y/N said after giving her a hug, “I’m sure Jack wouldn’t have walked off the altar just because I was wearing a normal dress. With that temper of his, he can’t afford to be picky.”

Peggy laughed at her jab at her fiancé. “You know, Y/N, I have to agree with you on this one! Doesn’t mean you should not do it, still. Maybe I just want to see that airhead speechless once.”

Y/N grinned. “He does have a tendency to want the last word. That, and he doesn’t have the best of filters. Should’ve seen him when we met again after the war. I wasn’t sure if he was about to jump at me to hug me, or slap me, and he just ended up accidentally insulting me.”

“What?”, Peggy looked offended on Y/N’s behalf when she heard that, and Y/N only waved.

“I’m pretty sure he had a rough night before”, she said with a lopsided smile, “and he’s never been good at personal diplomacy. Trust me, you eventually learn to handle and to interpret his insults. Most of them aren’t meant to be taken literally, or even figuratively, they’re just an expression of Thompson-doesn’t-know-what-to-say.”

As they made their way through the city, Y/N sighed. “Didn’t expect to be back here so soon, I have to say. But I guess I can’t hate every city for what happened in it, otherwise, sooner or later, I won’t be able to live in the US entirely.”

“So you’ve gotten over your hatred for L.A.?”, Peggy asked with raised eyebrows.

“No.”

“No?” The brunette laughed.

“No, but for a whole host of reasons. First”, Y/N raised a finger, “I don’t like the climate. Way to hot. I prefer more moderate weather, and New York’s summers are hot enough. Second, I am deeply weirded out by Hollywood. Feels like throwing a glittering blanket over a pile of dirty laundry.” Peggy laughed at her description of most people’s idolised part of America, but Y/N continued. “Third, I have to be a bit considerate towards Jack. And I doubt he can live in the same city as Howard Stark without accidentally murdering him.”

“Yes, some days, I share that sentiment”, Peggy agreed, “By all his brilliance, he is a nuisance, too.”

Y/N pressed her lips together, wondering if asking about Michael was appropriate. She decided, after having taken a bullet in order to save the man, she had the right to inquire. “How is your brother?”

“I think he is getting better. It is really hard, though, for him to – you know – figure out who he is, again. Who he really is, without mind control, without the programme that they had drilled into him”, Peggy replied, her tone calm and relatively collected. “But I know he’ll get through this. Michael taught me what it means to fight to get what no one thought possible. He survived all they’ve done to him – he’ll get back.”

“We’ll have to look into that programming, though”, Y/N muttered, clenching her jaw, “it doesn’t sound from the notebook that they’re thinking about scaling back their experiments. Chances are, we’ve got several other American or British POWs that underwent similar procedures and are being reintroduced into the country to do their bidding.”

“Yes”, Peggy agreed, frowning at the thought. Then, she shook her head. “But not today. Today, you’re going to find the perfect dress!”

…………

The quaint house stood in the middle of a large plot of land, and if Jack had to ever point to the definition of a house with a white picket fence, it would have been this house. It had everything one would draw on such a picture – trees in the garden, well-maintained flowers. A swing.

A swing? He looked at the wooden contraption. Yes, a swing. But Y/N was an only child – at least, she had been when she left for Europe. Oh well. ‘Here goes nothing’. He fought the urge to abort the mission, to just go home and get married to the girl he wanted to marry without pulling this stunt – he knew she wouldn’t have been mad at him for not doing it. But, once again, his stubborn self could not accept that her father was mad at her decision to leave for Europe. Even if it had taken Jack himself a minute to get around on that decision.

He sighed, and went to ring the doorbell.

First, no one answered the door. Looking through the window next to it, he saw that there was light burning in one of the rooms, so he assumed someone was in there. Then, through the window, he saw a kid walking towards him – maybe fifteen. Dark hair and dark eyes, he looked confused when he opened the door.

“Yes? Can I help you?”, the boy asked.

“I’m looking for Mr. L/N”, Jack replied, “is he here?”

“He’s upstairs”, the boy replied, “who’s asking? I can get him.”

“Jack Thompson”, Jack pulled out his SSR ID, “He might remember me from when he lived in New York. I went to school with his daughter.”

“Dad?”, the boy turned around and yelled upstairs, “someone here to see you! A federal agent!”

Jack heard the footsteps of Y/N’s father descending the stairs. When he saw Jack in the doorframe, his face froze.

“You’re the boy Y/N went to school and university with”, he stated.

“Yes”, Jack nodded, shaking the man’s hand, “Jack Thompson. I’ve worked with your daughter at the SSR after the war, too.”

An aura of darkness, perhaps of sorrow or nostalgia coated the man’s face. “Seems like she couldn’t let it go.”

Jack’s eyebrows twitched upwards. “Sir, her work saved countless lives. During her time in Germany, as well as during her time at the SSR. Most men would be happy settling for half of her record.”

Mr. L/N pressed his lips together. “And you came here to bring me the notice of her passing? Is that it? Your sworn duty as her commanding officer?”

“What?”, Jack frowned, “No. Y/N’s alive and well, sir. I came here to ask you to give your daughter the right to choose. She didn’t have to serve. And yet, she did. And when she came back, she didn’t have to work for an intelligence agency. And yet, she did. Hell, I didn’t task her with half the crap she ended up pursuing at the SSR, and in hindsight, I should thank the Lord that she did. If it hadn’t been for her, I’d be dead.”

Mr. L/N looked over his shoulder, at the boy still standing there. “Give us a moment, Rich.” Then, he stepped outside, alone, to face Jack.

“Mr. Thompson, when Y/N decided to head to England, her mother already knew that she was sick. She just didn’t tell Y/N right away. We didn’t want her to go, because we already knew we’d lose someone within the next years. Before she could tell Y/N, she was on her way to England.” He sounded bitter, angry, because that meant that his only child had left him alone.

“Sir, I get that this must’ve hurt, I do”, Jack clenched his jaw, “but we were all asked to make a sacrifice. We were asked to take up arms and run head first into enemy lines if need be. So yes, your family was ruined by war, even though Y/N came back, and for that, I am sorry. But how many families lost multiple children to the war, how many families were torn apart? She tried to do what was right, and she did a fine job.” He paused. “So I ask, is that resentment really worth ruining the chance of salvaging the relationship you could still have to your daughter? Because she left you in order to serve her country?” For once, he managed not to raise his voice to a hostile level, but he nonetheless stared down Mr. L/N.

“Mr. Thompson”, he said slowly, carefully, “Why did you come here?”

Jack huffed. “I came here to tell you that on February 19th, Y/N L/N will become Misses Y/N Thompson. She was convinced that you would not want to be at her wedding. I came here to ask you myself. And you can say no, but I wanted to give you the chance to not lose your daughter. Yes, she went to war, and yes, she came back different. But she came back. And if you let her, you can have her back, too.”

……………

February 19th was the date Jack had suggested. Y/N knew why that date meant something to him. It was the day he went to hell – February 19th, 1945, had been the day he landed on Iwo Jima. That day would always remain a black mark in his calendar, but this way, he took it back. It would no longer be the worst day of his life, it would be the best day of his life, too. Simply put, it would become the most meaningful day, good and bad, in his life.

Y/N had eventually found a dress – its long sleeves made up by a delicate lace, a deep v-neckline that, nonetheless, was modest, albeit a bit a different cut from the standard dresses. The A-line skirt allowed for easy movement, but did not consist of so much fabric that it would turn into a tripping hazard. Looking in the mirror, she saw Peggy smile at her from behind. Y/N herself didn’t manage to smile. She felt like she was staring at someone else entirely.

“You look stunning, Y/N. Absolutely gorgeous!”, Peggy stated and added with a smile, “What exactly Jack Thompson did to deserve you, I shall never know.”

Y/N couldn’t help but to grin at that remark. She knew that Peggy and Jack had started off – and continued for a long while – on the wrong foot.

“He really was a prick after the war, huh”, Y/N huffed, pulling the fabric around her neckline into place.

“The worst part is – at least he had somewhat of an explanation for it”, Peggy lamented, “But how many others are just as bad as he was and aren’t as marked by the years we spent abroad?”

“Peg, I am sorry to inform you, but if you want to live in a world without being degraded by our wonderful male co-workers”, Y/N said, turning to face the brunette with a cynical smile, “Then you were born at least two hundred years too early.”

“Well, someone has to pave the way, and I suppose, for the time being, that’ll have to be the two of us – and in all fairness, we have come a long way within the SSR”, Peggy replied, and Y/N nodded with one eyebrow raised.

“I suppose we have. Though you’ve had it significantly worse than I did. I was never accused of treason, or kicked out, or blackmailed with another person’s file”, Y/N said dryly.

“Indeed, the accusation of treason mostly came from my now-husband, I was kicked out by Chief Dooley, and blackmailed by Chief Thompson”, she recounted, laughing, “I suppose now I’ve gotten a beating from all the Chiefs, so maybe I am good now.”

“You better be, considering you’ll be heading a new organisation soon”, Y/N winked, “unless you go against yourself – you’ve got only Howard Stark to fear, and I think he has better things to do than to go after you. A suggestion from me – he should invest in a better vault. And security system.”

……………

“Mr. Thompson!”, Jack looked over his shoulder as he was walking back to his car when he saw the kid from before running towards him.

“Can I help you, kid?”, he asked, turning around with an eyebrow raised.

“Dad never mentioned that Y/N was still alive”, the boy said, “He also never said that she was dead, now that I think about it. I guess, I just explained it away, given that she was never here.” He held out his hand: “I’m Rich. I’m Y/N’s stepbrother.”

Stepbrother. That made sense. A son from a previous marriage, whose father either had died, or was so absent that he had started to call Mr. L/N dad.

“Pleasure to meet you, Rich.”

“What is she like?”

Jack knew that he meant it as a completely innocent question, but to him, it was loaded with the memories of about fifteen years that he had, in one way or another, spent with Y/N. He didn’t even know where to begin with. How should he explain to this kid what a person Y/N was?

“Y/N”, he eventually said, elongating her name in the search for words, “She’s, uhm, probably the bravest, kindest, and strongest person I’ve ever met. Words don’t do her justice.”

“Dad hardly ever mentioned her – you said that she served… where did she serve? Dad didn’t seem thrilled about it.”

Jack knew that it wasn’t his story to tell – the spying, the entire tale of Y/N’s time in Germany, but he also wanted to convey to this boy that his ‘dad’ was dead-wrong for having been upset at his daughter, so he decided to rub it right in his face. “She fought against the Nazis. She spent the war in Europe. That’s why she left.”

It had the effect he had wanted – Rich’s mouth fell open as he stared at Jack in disbelief. “What? That’s awesome!”

“Yeah, well”, Jack gave him a lopsided grin and nodded towards the house behind them, “tell that to your dad, will ya, kid?”

“I will, sir!” Jack almost pulled a face at the kid calling him ‘sir’. Only the pencil pushers in the SSR called him that, and even they only rarely did. Most of them just called him ‘Chief’. The last time he was called ‘sir’ right, left and centre was back in the military.

“See you around, Rich.”

…………

When Y/N returned, she wasn’t surprised when Jack was not at either her or his place – though their time at the SSR was coming to an end, he still didn’t like to let go off the wheel entirely just yet. So she headed to the office, where her search was indeed successful.

Entering the office, she felt the eyes of the men inside it on her.

Raising an eyebrow and putting her hands on her hips, she paused. “Is something the matter, gentlemen?”

“We knew about you leaving the SSR together with the Chief, but he only now mentioned that you’ll soon be married”, Goldberg eventually said, causing Y/N to raise her other eyebrow as she laughed.

“Yes, I’m sorry for myself, too.”

“Hey!” She grinned at Jack whose head popped out of the bullpen as he shook his head: “Unbelievable.”

“Congratulations, Y/N. Can’t say I saw that coming when you had your first day here, I thought you’d be more likely his murderer than his wife, but I stand corrected.”

Y/N laughed at Goldberg’s not entirely wrong analysis of hers and Jack’s first meeting post-war.

“What can I say”, she said, “we’ve never done things traditionally. That applies professionally as well as privately, it would seem.”

“I swear, if you now start telling them about our yesteryears, I’ll fire you on the spot”, Jack warned jokingly, “I want to upkeep my reputation for my next job.”

Y/N huffed: “I have no idea what you’re getting at, Jack. Your drinking escapades aside, and your unbelievable ability to make enemies, you were a straight-A student all your life.” And both of these aspects of his personality weren’t all that well-hidden, though, perhaps, his subordinates merely got to see the surface of both.

In fact, that was perhaps one of Jack Thompson’s most proficient traits. He had the capability to adapt to his environment, mould himself into whatever people expected from a person in his situation, put his own personality on the backburner in order to climb the ladder. He had always wanted to be the best – the best at maths, the best at sports, the best at anything he ever did, and he’d do anything to succeed. That didn’t necessarily mean to push others out the way, it certainly meant he fought hard to be better than the next guy, but as harsh as he was to others, he was at least ten times harsher with himself. He was able to build up a wall to reinforce himself to be ready to take on a world that had been incredibly hostile in their lifetime. They had experienced an economic crash and an economic recovery, they had experienced the worst war the world had ever seen. Not only that, but they had fought in it. And then they had come back to a country where they felt like strangers, only to realise that they had to second-guess every person around them. His wall of anger and of sarcasm and rudeness, it was also a wall of hard work, of doubt and of a deep conviction to want to serve this country. It was the wall that only very few got to ever climb, and Y/N was perhaps the one person who knew every brick in the wall.

To understand Jack Thompson was to understand the environment he operated in. That’s how it’s always been – he had been a different person when they were surrounded by other students as he was when he was with his family. He was different when being the SSR Chief, or her fiancé. Essentially, he grew up in a society that valued first and foremost the outcome, rather than the means. And the outcome society valued most was success. That might come across as greedy or selfish, but Y/N knew – at heart, he still did it all with good intentions. He wouldn’t ever back out of a fight in fear over his own life. He was willing to die for his job. And he didn’t trust many others to do a better job than he did himself. Again, this might sound selfish and arrogant to many, but Y/N had seen ‘the others’. Men like Vernon Masters, Calvin Chadwick and so on. They were just as ambitious, but they were cowards. They were willing to sacrifice others for their own success. He was willing to sacrifice himself.

And that, Y/N thought to herself, is why I’m going to marry him – to keep that part of him controlled. Because as much as she admired him for his willingness to give his all for cause and country – she really didn’t want him to become a martyr. She didn’t need for him to become the next Captain America. She was fine with him just being a good man, a man with a long list of flaws and a record of mistakes.

She could not ever imagine being with someone as literally flawless as Steve Rogers – then, she would feel like an absolute imposter. She had just as long a list of flaws and mistakes.

That’s why it worked. They needed each other – and in a sense, they always had.

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Loveable Asshole

Jack Thompson x Reader

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Written for Agent Carter Bingo 2022! @agentcarterbingo​

Fandom: Marvel

Square Filled: Jack Thompson

Summary: Y/N and Jack have always had a flirty relationship, but every time Jack tries to take it further by asking Y/N on a date, she shuts it down. He usually doesn't let it bother him, but when the pair gets stuck working the night shift together, he's determined to finally understand

Word Count: 2,060

Category: Angst, Fluff

A/N: Shoutout to @fandomsandxfiles​ for her Agent Carter filing system headcanon. I love it and have adopted it, for this fic and in general

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"Hey, Y/L/N."

I looked up to find none other than Agent Jack Thompson swaggering towards me from across the bullpen. I put my pen down and rested my chin on my hand, giving him my full attention.

"It looks like it's you and me working the night shift tonight."

I sat up a little straighter at that, my fake interest turning very real. I'd been trying to talk Dooley into letting me take a night shift for some added responsibility for a long time, but now it was apparently really happening. And with Jack Thompson, no less.

"Alright, great!" I said, giving Jack a smile before looking back to the papers I was working on. "Ugh, I'm gonna need a lot more coffee though."

"You and me both," said Jack. He walked around to my side of the desk and perched on the edge, so I turned to look at him. He gave me a charming smile. "I'll brew us a fresh post as soon as Krzeminski's gone for the night so he can't steal it all or otherwise fuck it up."

I smiled back. Since a few months ago when I'd joined the SSR, Jack and I had maintained a friendly flirty relationship. It never went further than talking, though, despite Jack asking me out a few times now. I liked him a lot of the time, but he acted like a sexist ass enough of the rest of the time that I knew a date would be a mistake.

"Having tried your version of the office coffee before, I feel like I might have to pass..."

Jack just scoffed, but he couldn't keep a slight smile off his face anyway.

"Well, it's gonna be my coffee or nothing," he said, pushing off my desk to go back to his own work. "Choice is yours, sweetheart. You've got a couple hours to think about it."

I just smiled and shook my head at him as he left. I stared after him across the office, until I noticed someone else's eyes on me. I turned to see Daniel Sousa, my good friend and desk neighbor, staring at me with a raised eyebrow. My smile immediately dropped into a glare.

"Need something, Daniel?"

He shrugged. "Nope. Except maybe an explanation for what the hell is going on with you and Thompson."

"Catch me up on you and Peggy first."

Daniel and I held each others' stares for a few beats, then Daniel held out his hand.

"Agree to both drop it?"

"Agreed."

I shook his hand and we nodded to each other, then turned back to our own work. Tonight would be interesting, to say the least, but on the bright side, none of my lovely judgy friends would have a front row seat to Thompson and I dancing around each other this time.

****************

"Fresh cup of coffee, hot off the pot."

I made a show of squinting suspiciously at the coffee mug as Jack walked over and set it down in front of me. The last of the day-shift agents had left about ten minutes ago, which meant Jack and I were officially on our own.

"You can't look at it like that until you've tried it."

I turned my expression on Jack. "I can and will look at it however I want to."

Jack sighed. He walked to his own desk, then pulled his chair across the room to sit next to me. He sat and scooted a little closer, then reached across my desk and slid the coffee mug in front of me. He took a sip of his own mug pointedly.

"Come on. Try it."

I made a big show of sighing dramatically (which made Jack smile), then reached forward to grab the mug. Slowly, I lifted it to my mouth, pausing to sniff it first. The smell alone helped to wake me up, which was a serious blessing.

Jack watched me the entire time until, finally, I tried a sip of the coffee. To my surprise, it tasted amazing. Hands-down some of the best coffee I'd ever had. My eyebrows shot up, and I turned to look at Jack in surprise. He had a smug smile on his face.

"Not bad, huh?"

I took another sip of the coffee, and my eyes immediately narrowed.

"There is no way you made this," I said. Jack pretended to look offended, leaning back in his chair and placing a hand over his heart.

"Excuse me? Sweetheart, I'm insulted that-"

"Jack, that coffee pot is old as shit and has been used by literally every person in the office since before the war. There is no way anyone could make coffee this good in it."

Jack cleared his throat and looked away, but it wasn't enough to hide the slight blush rising on his neck.

"Jack, come on," I said, leaning forward and putting a hand on his shoulder. "You can admit it. Where did you get the coffee from?"

He mumbled something that I couldn't quite hear. I grinned as I leaned in a little closer, until we were basically cheek to cheek, and I reached my arm all the way around his shoulders.

"Say that one more time?"

"I went out to your favorite coffee shot and got it," he said, finally straightening up. The space between us grew again, but as my hand fell away from his shoulders, he caught it in his own hand and held it. "I left twenty minutes ago to pick up two cups for us, alright?"

I just stared at him in shock. He stared back, and for one of only a handful of times that I'd seen, he stared back without any hint of posturing.

"Jack, that's actually... that's really sweet," I finally managed to say. He sighed through his nose and looked down at our hands. Slowly, almost absently, he entwined our fingers, then at last looked up at me again.

"I don't think I've exactly been hiding the fact that I have a thing for you, Y/L/N. And at the risk of making this whole night incredibly awkward for the both of us..." he paused and cleared his throat, and I braced myself for what I knew was coming. "I wanted to ask if you'd like to get dinner with me this weekend, when we're both off."

I sighed. Now it was my turn to stare at our hands, but unlike Jack, I didn't look up as I started speaking.

"Jack, I just... I don't think it's a good idea."

"Why not?" he asked, leaning in and gripping my hand a little tighter. "Every time I flirt with you, you flirt back. But every time I ask you to go do something, you say no. I just... I don't get it, Y/N. Are you not really interested?"

I took a deep breath as I forced myself to meet his eyes. Our faces were only inches apart, and I hated the way it made my heart race.

"You're very handsome, Jack, and charming. But I like our relationship as it is right now."

"Well I don't!" Jack paused, taking a few beats to collect himself, and when he looked up at me again he seemed more genuinely upset than he'd ever been in front of me. "Y/N, I have never felt about someone the way I feel about you. You think I normally walk ten blocks to get a girl her favorite kind of coffee?"

"Jack-"

"Listen, if you don't feel the same way about me, that's fine. I'll find a way to deal with that. But I need to hear you say it. I can't deal with this constant flirting and only flirting anymore."

I pulled my hand out of Jack's and instead ran it through my hair as I stared at anything in the room but him. I did not ever want to have this conversation, especially not in the middle of my first time working the night shift, but Jack was right. I owed him the truth.

"I'm sorry for stringing you along," I started. From my peripheral, I could see Jack tense. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't have feelings for you."

"But?"

"But... I don't know, Jack. I just don't think I can do it. It drives me crazy, because sometimes, you're the sweetest person I've ever met. You're getting me coffee and we're in the field working like a well-trained unit, back to back, and you have these moments where everything else fades away and it feels like I can see your heart shining through your words and your eyes and then..."

I took a deep breath and deflated as I let it out.

"And then other times you're telling Peggy to take the lunch orders and do your filing. And you're acting like this arrogant douchebag swaggering around the office and listening to absolutely no one, and I hate it. That part of you, Jack... I can't do it. I can't date somebody who spends so much of their time acting like that. No matter how much I like everything else about them."

Jack took a long, deep breath as he sat back in his chair. He stared off at some distant point in the office, slowly nodding his head as he worked through everything I'd told him. I didn't push him for an answer. I just waited to hear what he might have to say.

"How about this," he finally said, leaning forward in his chair and resting his arms on his knees as he looked at me, nothing but sincerity in his face. "You give me... a week. To get my act together a little bit. If you like what you see, we go to dinner next weekend. If you don't... then I'll drop it."

"Jack... you can't completely change your personality just because you want to go on a date with me."

"It's not completely changing my personality. It's called growth, Sousa talks about it all the time. Besides, you said yourself there were parts of who I am, maybe even the majority, that you actually liked... right?"

I noticed a hint of self-doubt creeping into Jack's expression, and I couldn't help my heart melting.

"Right... Okay, why not. We'll give it a try. But I don't want you pretending to be somebody you're not or stifling the comments for next week and next week only-"

Jack fixed me with a look that said Really? and it stopped me mid-sentence.

"Y/N. You're an SSR agent with one of the best bullshit meters I've ever seen. I think we both know it'll take you about two seconds to call me out if I'm not being genuine."

I grinned. "Damn right."

We shared a laugh, and some of the tension in the room seemed to melt away. After a beat, Jack cleared his throat and sat up straight, moving his chair just slightly further away from mine.

"Well, now that we've dealt with that..." he started. I smiled. "We should probably start taking care of some of this shit Krzeminski let pile up while he was spending the day eating his lunch and making bad coffee."

"Looks like it's a lot of filing. Why don't you take care of it and I'll hold down the fort in here?"

Jack shot me a look that clearly said he knew exactly what I was doing. Still, to his credit, he grabbed the files and stood.

"If you don't see me in an hour, it means I drowned under the piles of paperwork Carter and Sousa let pile up in there every time I told one of them to file something for me."

"I'll tell the reporters the karma got you," I said, shooting Jack a wink. He just chuckled and headed back into the filing room. Obviously it was way too early to actually call anything, but I couldn't help being a little hopeful at the attitude shift he'd already made.

After tonight, maybe we were finally on the path to the more loveable side of loveable asshole. And if so, I absolutely couldn't wait for our date next weekend.

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August 24, 2022

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