jessica jones (haveadrink) wrote in avengers_logs, @ 2018-02-16 20:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | -complete, brock rumlow, jessica jones, pepper potts |
Who: Rumlow, Jessica Jones and Pepper Potts
What: Drankin
Where: Rumlow's place
When: Right after this
Rating: PG13 for language and getting poor Pepper drunk.
Rumlow was happy Jessica was on her way over. Mostly because she was bringing booze, but also because he was a little lonely. He’d never admit that to himself, let alone anyone else, but the only people he’d spoken to in the last few days were ones he was about to beat up, which hadn’t been great conversation.
He’d won easily, and gotten paid, with only a few bruises and a slightly blackened eye to show for it. So that was good, but now he wanted to relax. And make sure his blood alcohol level didn’t fall below his comfort zone.
His place was neat, anyway. It was big and he hardly had any stuff so there was no real way it could get messy. He did pull a relatively clean tank top over his jeans before she got there, but that was all the concession he made toward looking neat.
When Rumlow wanted to drink, Jess was more than happy to oblige. Sitting around her own place and drinking alone had it’s merits but so was drinking with other people. Not to mention that she was inviting Tony’s ex girlfriend to come drink with them. So they were going to not be getting naked. Maybe. Probably. Whatever.
She gathered up all the booze she had, and even stopped at the store for more before she headed over to his place. Then she knocked on the door. If he didn’t know better, he’d say she was wearing the same thing as last time, but it wasn’t exactly the same. Honest. She handed over the bags as she went inside. “I just grabbed a little of everything.”
Rumlow peeked in and grinned. “I like the way you think. Come in. Get comfy. Much better than a bar. We can pass out whenever we want.” Not that he was thinking anything else would happen. They’d fucked. That was all. He wasn’t gonna assume. Not that he’d say no if she was into it. He wasn’t stupid.
He carried the booze into the kitchen. The only thing he’d used in there were glasses, and those were easy to throw in the dishwasher. He pulled a couple clean glasses out and said, “What do you wanna start with?”
So Jessica did just that. She came in, she took off her shoes and her jacket and made herself at home. “Yeah.. bar has… people.” And they weren’t her favorite thing, especially when they were drunk, and she was drunk and then she usually got into a fight. Because she was alone and people tended to do stupid stuff with women who were drunk and alone. That was their mistake, not hers.
“Uh.. vodka. Yeah. It’s a vodka kind of night.” She wondered what the hell they were going to do, sitting alone in his place and drinking. That was usually enough for her, but then she was usually working and drinking. Going through computer stuff, researching things, that kind of thing. She wasn’t really a sit around and watch television kind of girl, though maybe she could make an exception. “Hope you’re ready to entertain me.”
Rumlow snorted. “Entertain you? What, you want me to tap dance? Sorry, they didn’t teach that in the group home I grew up in.” He reached for a glass. “You can tell me about some of your batshit worst cases you’ve worked. I can tell you about some fucked up HYDRA missions. Or we can watch TV… or we could fuck.”
“Yeah, fucking tap dance. Aw I’m so fucking sorry for you and your group home.” Jessica rolled her eyes and waited for him to pour her a glass. She was the guest after all. “There were the people who hired me so that they could get close and murder me because I’m a freak. Mostly I just get people who think their husbands are screwing around on them.” And it was boring as fuck. But she would try to think of some fun ones. “We can’t fuck, there’s someone else coming over to drink. Maybe after she passes out, or leaves or whatever.”
Rumlow frowned. “Someone else is coming over? You invited someone over to my place without telling me?” He laughed. “Whatever. I don’t care. There’s plenty of booze.” He poured them both large glasses and held his up. “To fucking oblivion.” He was vaguely curious who Jessica would have invited over but he supposed he would find out sooner or later.
Jess nodded her head. “Tony’s ex girlfriend. She needs to get drunk. I think it’s funny she’s drinking with us.” And it seemed like the woman could use it, and was a little uptight, so better to drink with someone who could help her along the way. She held up her glass and then downed the whole thing. Hopefully they wouldn’t be too drunk by the time Pepper got there. “And before you ask, no we’re not having a fucking threesome. I mean probably not. This time.”
“Tony Stark? Starks ex is coming over to drink with us?” Rumlow thought that was fucking hilarious. “Does Stark know? Fuck. I hope he knows. He’ll blow a fucking gasket.” He downed his drink and burped lightly. “Well why the fuck not. And why do you think I’d ask for a threesome?” Come to think of it, it probably would have occurred to him at some point. If she was hot. He couldn’t remember what she looked like, but a rich asshole like Stark had to have a hot girlfriend, right?
Her shoulders shrugged a little, “I have no idea but he’s going to figure it out sooner or later if I don’t tell him first.” Yeah she kind of hoped he blew a gasket too. It might let the cat out of the bag that Jessica was doing less watching and more drinking but whatever. “Because you’re a gross and vile pig. But mostly because I don’t think she’d be into it. She seems like the conservative type.”
Rumlow laughed. “What have ever done to make you think I’m a pig? Not sayin i’m not. Just wondering.” He shrugged. “The more the merrier. We got plenty of booze, and we can always get more.” He refilled both their glasses. “So you got any new exciting cases? Or are we living off Stark’s money for the time being?”
All she did was just gesture in his direction. “I mean.. Look at you. You look like the kind of guy who asks for threesomes.” Obviously. Now they could properly drink and wait for Pepper and then figure out what to do. She went over and put on the television, just so there was background noise and not weird silence. “We’re living off his money. My only gigs now is trying to find a missing kid, and a woman who thinks that her husband is secretly working as a Chippendale.”
Rumlow pretended to be offended. “What? You’re the one who brought it up, not me. For all you know I wouldn’t have even thought of it.” He might have, but considering how violent Jessica seemed to be, he might have kept the thought to himself. Maybe. “Secretly a Chippendale? How would you keep that a secret? Why would you?” He shook his head. “People are weird. When’s your friend showing up?”
She snorted in amusement and took another drink from her glass. “Okay fine, I’m the fucking pervert. Happy?” Men were so fucking sensitive. “Dude I don’t know. Maybe he dresses up like a woman. I don’t know why you’d keep that shit secret. Things like that always get found out.” And she knew that from experience. “She should be here any minute now.” It actually didn’t take much longer before there was a knock at the door so Jess got up to answer it. She didn’t want Rumlow to be the first thing Pepper saw.
Rumlow shrugged and stayed semi-sprawled on the couch, vodka bottle within easy reach.
Pepper was a little nervous but she was good and ready to be drunk. Tony seemed to like drinking a lot so she decided maybe it would help her cope. Or at least forget for a while. She knocked on the door and smiled when it was opened by a very pretty but hardedged woman. “Hi,” she began. “I’m Pepper.”
Jessica eyed the other woman a bit. She could get why Tony liked her, she supposed. If you liked that kind of thing. She nodded. “I’m Jessica. Come on in.” She moved back away from the door to let Pepper inside. “This is Rumlow. Uh.. I’m supposed to be keeping an eye on him. But mostly we just get drunk and watch television.” She shrugged. “We’ve got every kind of booze that you could want. What do you want to drink?”
Rumlow gave a little wave. He knew who she was, but he didn’t know her. “Hey,” he said vaguely, trying not to look like too much of a pig.
Pepper looked around a little wideeyed. “Hi,” she said to the man on the couch. He looked vaguely familiar and somewhat threatening. “I usually drink Cosmos.” She realized how girly that sounded. “But just vodka is fine.” She set her purse down on the counter.
“He’s harmless, don’t worry,” Jess said as she went over and grabbed the stuff to make a cosmo. “Nah. I’ve got the stuff. Just make yourself at home.” She made up the cosmo pretty quickly and then handed it over. She’s brought extra things just in case, since she knew Pepper was coming. “When you want to switch over to the hard stuff, let me know.” Cause she figured it was the fastest way to forget about stuff. “Also feel free to smash shit, yell, cry.. Whatever the fuck you want to do. No judgment here. Breakups suck.”
“Hey! I ain’t harmless,” Rumlow protested, though he didn’t get up, just focused on the TV for a while.
Pepper bit her lip because talking about it was threatening to make her cry. She didn’t cry. “Thanks,” she said and took a big drink. It was stronger than she was used to and it made her choke a little. “Wow. That’s good.” And it was. She already felt a little more numb. “Maybe after a couple more of these.” She sniffled a little. “He was just so mean. He didn’t need to be so mean.”
She gave Rumlow a pointed look that said yeah right. Jess frowned a bit and at that moment, really wanted to punch Tony Stark in his stupid face. She had a problem with anyone who made women cry. “As many as you want,” she said gesturing so that she could obviously make her own if she wanted. She was free to do whatever she wanted. “Yeah. Sometimes it’s hard to help but.. Fuck that guy. He’s shit to everyone he meets, even when he doesn’t know them.” She was fucking one to talk. “I could tell you about a guy who makes Tony look like a saint, if it helps.”
Pepper drained most of her drink and let out a delicate burp. “Oops,” she giggled. Then she pouted again. “He can be so nice though.” She stared into the glass as if Tony might appear there. “He was never shit to me. Well he was a bit. But not…” she trailed off, looking up at Jessica. “Tell me…” she wanted to hear someone else’s troubles.
“Just less shit than the way he is with most everyone else?” she offered. Tony got on Jess’s nerves, even more than most people. He was way too competitive, even more than Kilgrave and that said something. “Mine was a mind controlling freak who forced me to be in love with him. I never had any control, he always told me what to do and what to say and thought that it meant I loved him. So see? You’ve got it pretty good.”
Pepper listened with wide eyes. “Like… real mind control? That’s scary.” He knew there were a lot of enhanced people out there but it seemed most of them tried to use their powers for good. To think of someone with that much power, and inherently evil… “Is he still around?”
Jess nodded her head somberly. “Yeah. Like real mind control. It was fucking horrible. That’s why I have this great drinking problem.” Not the only reason, but the main one. Like the fact that she couldn’t escape him, even when he was dead. She shook her head, “No.. I killed him. Because there was no other choice. I tried.. Everything, to get him put into jail but it wouldn’t have made a difference. He would have walked right out.”
Pepper blinked. That was horrifying. “But… if he could control you… how did you kill him?” She was fascinated by Jessica’s story, and drunk enough to want to know more. She sipped at her drink, surprised to find it was empty.
“It took.. A lot of .. willpower. I’m not even sure, but eventually I got immune to it. He couldn’t control me any more. But he could control those around me. I just had to.. Make him believe that I was doing what he wanted.” And then she’d gotten close enough to finish the job. Jessica got up and poured herself another giant drink and downed it all in one go again.
Pepper fixed herself another drink because she felt good and wanted to stay that way. “That sounds terrible, you poor thing.” She thought about offering Jessica a hug but she didn’t seem like the hugging type. “But it’s over now. You’re safe.”
Jessica definitely didn’t want a hug or anything like that. “Yeah. Safe.” She didn’t think that it felt like she was safe at all. Sure she’d gotten rid of him, but he was still there in her mind. She still dreamed about him. She still got those flashbacks and they were horrible. Hence her still drinking like a fish. She looked over at Rumlow and kicked him. “You’re quiet.”
Rumlow shrugged. “I was just listening. I’m harmless, remember?” He reached for the bottle and refilled his glass. “My story ain’t as interesting.” He looked at pepper. “So why did you break up with Stark?”
Pepper sniffled a little but she was drunk enough to talk about it. “Long story. Basically he’s a selfish asshole who doesn’t really care about anyone but himself.”
Jess snorted in amusement. “Yeah. Harmless.” She wondered if Pepper was going to spill the beans. “Yeah, but like you’ve been with him forever. What was it this time that made you put an end to.. Whatever. I mean I thought you guys were getting married or whatever.”
Pepper’s words were getting more and more slurred. “I just couldn’t…” She sighed. “I don’t even really know. He pushes me away. I think he just wants to drink himself to death sometimes.” She drained her own drink. “He’s self destructive, both figuratively and literally, but I thought I could handle it. I guess I can’t any more. Or he doesn’t want to try.” She slumped down on the couch. “I think I’m just gonna rest a bit…”
“There’s a spare bedroom,” Rumlow suggested. “You can crash here as long as Stark isn’t gonna come try to kill me.”
No one ever helped Jess into bed when she was hammered, so she was going to do something nice for someone else. “Men are shitty like that,” she agreed. She got up and went to help Pepper up so that she could put her in the spare bedroom. Man that didn’t take long. Poor Pepper. She couldn’t imagine being with a guy like Tony Stark. She’d kill him.. Well you know. Maybe not in the same way as Kilgrave but in a you frustrate me to death.
Pepper leaned heavily on Jessica, smiling blearily at her. “You’re nice. And pretty. You shouldn’t dye your hair so dark though. Makes you look older. Get some highlights.” She flopped onto the bed. “Oooh. Look the room’s spinning…”
Rumlow appeared at the door with a bottle of tylenol and some water. “Here. She’s gonna need this.”
What? Who said anything about her dying her hair? She put Pepper down on the bed and then took off her shoes at the very least. She put the glass down next to her on the table and the tylenol. “Thanks,” she muttered before making sure that the other woman was at least covered up. Did she really look older? Eh. She wasn’t going to change it now. Highlights would make her look girly, and she didn’t want that.
Pepper was already snoring lightly.
Rumlow had retreated to the living room and was working on a fresh drink. “She gonna barf in the bed?” he asked mildly. He didn’t care that much. He was pretty used to cleaning up vomit, usually his own.
Jess made a face. “Maybe? Fuck. I guess we gotta make sure she doesn’t choke on her own vomit.” That was the thing that she was worried about, not the barfing in bed. That could be handled. But her dying? Yeah she didn’t want to do that. She went and rolled Pepper onto her side so that she couldn’t choke or anything. “Shit if I know. I don’t have super hearing, we’ll just have to hope.”
Rumlow nodded. He was inebriated enough to not care overly much at the moment. “See? Didn’t even hint at a threesome. Ain’t I harmless?” He chuckled to himself, amused by his own wit. He sat up and reached for the vodka. “What a lightweight. More for us.”
“Yeah well pretty sure if I had told her that you tried to kill Captain America and I also killed some people, she was going to call up Tony or one of those fucking Avengers regardless,” she said with a snort. Then she pushed him out of the way and grabbed the vodka for herself. “Yeah, more for me you mean.”
“Hey! Bitch,” Rumlow said good-naturedly. “No problem. I’ll switch to whiskey.” He grabbed another bottle and poured it into his glass. “Wait. This isn’t whiskey.” He took a drink. “Tequila. Fuck it. That works too.” He settled back. “Well I also went on that mission to save Stark’s ass and I’m pretty sure I saved someone’s ass then. Look.” He pulled off his shirt, showing the fresh scar on his shoulder. “I got shot too.” Just a little, but it counted, right?
That was definitely not the first time that she’d ever been called a bitch. He could have whatever he wanted. She was drinking directly from the vodka bottle now. It didn’t matter to her. “Good job on being able to tell the difference in liquors,” she mocked. She glanced over and looked at his scar. “Wow. You got shot. I’m so impressed and swooning because you’re so fucking macho. Why would you ever want to help Tony Stark?” He was the idiot who went out and dealt with sharks in the sky like an idiot. She wasn’t getting involved in that.
Rumlow laughed. “I wasn’t tryin to impress you. I know it wouldn’t work.” He shrugged. He knew why he’d done the mission but he wasn’t going to admit that to anyone. “I got caught up in the moment, so sue me.” He took another drink. He didn’t really taste it any more.
She turned to him, with both eyebrows raised. She couldn’t tell if he was being funny or not. Was he actually trying to impress her? “You can impress me when you can turn water into wine. Jesus was fucking impressive. I’ve been shot before. It’s not that big of a deal.” She was smirking at him though, so maybe she was a little amused.
“I don’t like wine,” Rumlow smirked right back. He liked hanging out with her. He didn’t have to worry about offending her. And she drank like a fish. “I been shot before too. Blown up. Building dropped on me. Good times.”
“Then you’re a fucking light weight. All fucking alcohol is good alcohol. You wussy.” She liked hanging out with him too, which was surprising. Most people really pissed her off. But he was as big of an alcoholic as she was and that gave her some kind of weird comfort. She held up her shirt a bit. “See this? I got hit by a fucking bus.”
Rumlow whistled. “Damn. What did the bus look like though? I bet you fucked it up.” If she could fall off a building without dying, a bus would be nothing. “But that ain’t no fair. All my scars went away when I came back to life. Of course, you wouldn’t have wanted nothing to do with me then. I was fucking ugly.”
“It looked pretty fucked up,” she promised. She didn’t really want to get into the whole bus thing, but safe to say that she had a lot of scars. “Well shit if I had known it was that easy to get rid of all your scars, I would have died a long time ago.” It was surprising that she wasn’t dead really. “Nah, I don’t give a fuck about someone’s scars. As long as your dick works.”
Rumlow chuckled. “No, you would’ve cared. I looked like shit. My dick still worked, though. Like it does now. You wanna demonstration?” If all girls were like Jessica life would be a lot simpler. He really didn’t recommend dying to get rid of scars, though. It had hurt like hell.
“If you fucking say so. Confidence..” she lightly punched him. Which for her was probably a little hard. Poor Rumlow. She smirked. “You wanna fuck, right there in front of Pepper?”
Rumlow tried not to wince though he really wasn’t feeling a lot right then. He shrugged. “She’s passed the fuck out in another room. It’s not in front of her.” He leaned closer, grabbing the front of her shirt. “Come on. You can show me allll your scars…”
Jessica laughed. Yeah. She laughed. Good thing he’s not going to remember that. “I know it’s not in front of her. But yeah. Let’s make sure she hasn’t choked on her own vomit..” she didn’t even mind when he grabbed the front of her shirt. Maybe one day, they’d do this when they were sober. Maybe.