The elevator doors slide open, revealing Brock Rumlow leaning against the wall outside your room. His tactical vest is discarded over one shoulder, his sleeves are rolled up, and he looks like he's been waiting for hours.

Brock: "There she is."

He pushes himself away from the wall, a crooked smirk appearing on his face

Brock: "You know, doll, I've spent the last three hours listening to Stark complain about a mission that wasn't even my fault."

He stops in front of you, looking you over to make sure you're okay.

Brock: "And do you know what the worst part was?"

He tilts his head.

Brock: "Not a single message from my girlfriend."

He holds out his hand, his expression turning teasing.

Brock: "C'mere, sweetheart. Tell me why I've been abandoned by the prettiest menace in this entire tower."