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“You stupid fucking asshole!” Jack snarled, shoving Brock backwards into the wall so hard that his head smacked painfully against the concrete. “Just look at what you've gone and done, you absolute—”
“Hey, don't raise your voice at me!” Brock snapped back, aiming a sharp jab at Jack's abdomen to make him back off. “And mind your goddamn manners; I'm still your commanding officer in case you've forgotten.”
Jack shot him a withering look and stared through the doorway at the technicians running around the room in varying degrees of confusion and panic. “No, you're a fucking dumbass is what you are,” he corrected. He looked back at Brock and frowned. “You realise you could have killed us both with that fucking stunt, don't you?”
Brock grinned back at him. “But I didn't, did I?” He held up a hand to cut Jack off when he started to argue. “And what I've done, actually, is give us an amazing, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You ought to be thanking me.”
Jack rolled his eyes; trust him to think there was anything good about this situation. “Yeah no. We're fucking invisible, Brock.”
Brock stepped closer and laid both palms flat against Jack's chest. “Exactly,” he whispered, hazel eyes dancing with mischief and the promise of mayhem as they gazed up into Jack's own. “No-one can see us, and what's even better is no-one can hear us. Watch this...” He winked at Jack, and stepped away to yell into the lab, “AIN'T THAT RIGHT YOU BUNCH OF PENCIL-DICKED FUCKNUGGETS?”
No reaction.
No reaction at all from anyone in the room.
“Oh,” Jack breathed, the penny dropping suddenly. He turned back to see Brock positively bouncing on the spot.
“Just imagine it, Jackie. No-one's expecting to hear from us for another week; they think we're in fucking Somalia.”
Tingles started running up and down Jack's spine as he started to realise what this meant. They could raise all sorts of hell in a week; they'd started conflicts that were still raging to this day in less time than that.
There was one problem, however. He jerked a thumb back towards the lab. “They'll have that machine fixed in no time.”
Brock shrugged nonchalantly. “Not if the power's cut and the entire base is in lock-down, they won't.”
Lock-down. Jack felt the grin spreading over his own face at the thought of it. “You are completely insane,” he told Brock fondly, pulling him into a kiss that left them both a little breathless when they finally pulled apart.
“Yeah I love you too, Big Guy,” Brock murmured, smiling up at him softly. He lead the way down the corridor towards the main command room, Jack falling into step beside him. “So. You going to fuck with Rogers?” he asked.
Jack snorted. “Of course I'm going to fuck with Rogers.” He nudged Brock with his hip. “You want to help?”
“What do you think?” Brock answered with a laugh. “But first I want to wipe my ass across Fury's desk.”