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Title: In the begining
Author: Cat_1345
Pairing: Union Jack/Destroyer
Summary: My attempt to link up the Marvel Project's Union Jack with The destoryer. Full author's notes in the comments.
He was scum.
The lowest of the low. The sort of man men crossed the streets to avoid. A poison on England’s green shores.
Briefly, he glanced down at the man asleep in his arms. If he voiced these thoughts, Roger would protest, confused and saddened by Brian’s thoughts.
Then again he was confusing Roger a lot recently.
Sighing, he ran his fingers into the blonds’ hair, relishing the way even in sleep he leaned into him.
Roger thought this was about irritating and horrifying his father. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved that Roger knew he would never be deceived by the propaganda being split by the Germans, or concerned that the man he loves thinks he’s that shallow. or stupid, he’s not sure which.
He expected Roger to protest when he told him he was going to Germany, but instead he arrived at the docks at Liverpool to find the other man waiting for him by the gang plank.
A quote ran though his head. Use me - but as your spaniel. Spurn me, strike me, neglect me, lose me, but give me leave, unworthy as I am, to follow you. It was ironic how much that seemed to fit Roger.
He sighed, thinking of the man in the back room at Oxford. of the photos and the subtle, veiled threats made against him, against his family, against Roger if he failed to co operate.
He thought of Jac, of her anger and pain at finding out he was gone, multiplied a thousand when she found out where he’d gone.
He could try to lie to himself, and claim that Jac would understand, that there were plenty from his year who agree with what the man said, that even Prime Minster Neville Chamberlin had negotiated with them. But he knew it was a lie, that Jac detested Fascists with all her strength. She had broken her friendship with the Mitford sisters, because of one of them’s association with such people.
He smiled to himself. Dear Jac, so solidly British, so solidly suspicious of new people, new ideas. He was surprised to find he wasn’t really worried about her. Jac would be alright, she was a survivor, though he had no idea what made him so sure of that.
He heard the horn in the distance, announcing the changing of the watch. He sighed, softly.
Soon they would arrive in Hamburg. From there the instructions were to take a car to Munich, where they would meet their contact. He shifted under his lover.
He didn’t like the sound of the contact, though he couldn’t come up with any rational reason why. Just something about it made his skin crawl. But under the circumstances, who was he to question orders?
He chuckled, softly to him. If Roger were awake, he’d tell him off for worrying about this, urge him to get some sleep, Remind him that together, there was nothing they couldn’t face.
Hugging Roger closer to his body, he settled down. Tomorrow they would be in Hamburg
Title: Promises, Promises
Author: Cat_1345
Pairing: Union Jack/Destroyer
Summary: A lot less porny than the title suggests. Brian and Roger have a talk after they're reunited.
“They need us.” Brian muttered, running his fingers through Rogers, as they both lay on the bed. “For the stability, if nothing else. Jac says It feels sometimes that they’re always fighting, even though they’re all meant to be on the same side.” His fingers played a tune against Roger’s. “They’re so young.”
“Captain America is a year older than you.” Roger muttered, his words angry, but he made no real effort to pull away from the other man.
“Younger in knowledge then.” Brian said, softly. “He’s a good man, but rather naive. Even with Bucky looking after him, he still can’t accept the truth.”
“That if my head could buy a castle in France it would go tomorrow?” Roger’s tone was angry, bitter, but he made no effort to pull away. “Do you accept that?”
Brian shrugged in the darkness. “I saw the way they treated my father when it was over. The way they treated us.” He kissed Roger’s head in the darkness. “I don’t trust them, I know at the first sign of trouble, they’ll betray us, but I do know we’re helping, even if I don’t understand how.”
“It’s not fair.” As Brian made to protest, Roger pulled himself up. “No, Bri. We’ve only just got each other back, and now we’re going to be torn apart again. And why? Because the Destroyer still has to be active behind enemy lines, and the British Government wants someone to spy-Don’t try and find a better term for it, Bri, that’s what it is- on the Invaders.”
“They worry about Namor.”
Roger snorted. “About Captain America and the Human Torch more likely. How did the American’s get them and how can we get our own? We’ve lived in peace with Atlantis for Centuries. Can’t see it changing.”
“Maybe.” Brian suddenly flipped them both over so that he was looking down at his lover. “Roger I want you to promise me something.”
He swallowed. “promise me, if anything happens to me-if anything happens to me,” He repeated as the other man began to protest. “You’ll take care of them.”
“Care of who?”
“Of the children.” He glanced across the room towards the wall which separated them from the others. “They’re so young and scared, not that they’ll let anyone see it. If, when, they get into trouble, they won’t Steve or Jim or even Namor really help them. They might let you or me.”
“What about Jac?”
Brian sighed. “Jac isn’t a woman desired by nature for motherhood. She’ll be a good mother, I don’t doubt that, but that’s training at work, not nature. Promise me, Roger.”
The intensity in the eyes was scary and it was what made Roger nod.
“I promise. But you have to promise me something.”
“What?”
Roger’s blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. “Don’t let anything happen to us.”
Brian paused, chewing on his lip. “I can’t promise anything won’t happen, no man can. But,” He said, leaning in. “I can promise I’ll do everything in my power to prevent it. Let that be enough.”
Author: Cat_1345
Pairing: Union Jack/Destroyer
Summary: My attempt to link up the Marvel Project's Union Jack with The destoryer. Full author's notes in the comments.
He was scum.
The lowest of the low. The sort of man men crossed the streets to avoid. A poison on England’s green shores.
Briefly, he glanced down at the man asleep in his arms. If he voiced these thoughts, Roger would protest, confused and saddened by Brian’s thoughts.
Then again he was confusing Roger a lot recently.
Sighing, he ran his fingers into the blonds’ hair, relishing the way even in sleep he leaned into him.
Roger thought this was about irritating and horrifying his father. He wasn’t sure whether to be relieved that Roger knew he would never be deceived by the propaganda being split by the Germans, or concerned that the man he loves thinks he’s that shallow. or stupid, he’s not sure which.
He expected Roger to protest when he told him he was going to Germany, but instead he arrived at the docks at Liverpool to find the other man waiting for him by the gang plank.
A quote ran though his head. Use me - but as your spaniel. Spurn me, strike me, neglect me, lose me, but give me leave, unworthy as I am, to follow you. It was ironic how much that seemed to fit Roger.
He sighed, thinking of the man in the back room at Oxford. of the photos and the subtle, veiled threats made against him, against his family, against Roger if he failed to co operate.
He thought of Jac, of her anger and pain at finding out he was gone, multiplied a thousand when she found out where he’d gone.
He could try to lie to himself, and claim that Jac would understand, that there were plenty from his year who agree with what the man said, that even Prime Minster Neville Chamberlin had negotiated with them. But he knew it was a lie, that Jac detested Fascists with all her strength. She had broken her friendship with the Mitford sisters, because of one of them’s association with such people.
He smiled to himself. Dear Jac, so solidly British, so solidly suspicious of new people, new ideas. He was surprised to find he wasn’t really worried about her. Jac would be alright, she was a survivor, though he had no idea what made him so sure of that.
He heard the horn in the distance, announcing the changing of the watch. He sighed, softly.
Soon they would arrive in Hamburg. From there the instructions were to take a car to Munich, where they would meet their contact. He shifted under his lover.
He didn’t like the sound of the contact, though he couldn’t come up with any rational reason why. Just something about it made his skin crawl. But under the circumstances, who was he to question orders?
He chuckled, softly to him. If Roger were awake, he’d tell him off for worrying about this, urge him to get some sleep, Remind him that together, there was nothing they couldn’t face.
Hugging Roger closer to his body, he settled down. Tomorrow they would be in Hamburg
Title: Promises, Promises
Author: Cat_1345
Pairing: Union Jack/Destroyer
Summary: A lot less porny than the title suggests. Brian and Roger have a talk after they're reunited.
“They need us.” Brian muttered, running his fingers through Rogers, as they both lay on the bed. “For the stability, if nothing else. Jac says It feels sometimes that they’re always fighting, even though they’re all meant to be on the same side.” His fingers played a tune against Roger’s. “They’re so young.”
“Captain America is a year older than you.” Roger muttered, his words angry, but he made no real effort to pull away from the other man.
“Younger in knowledge then.” Brian said, softly. “He’s a good man, but rather naive. Even with Bucky looking after him, he still can’t accept the truth.”
“That if my head could buy a castle in France it would go tomorrow?” Roger’s tone was angry, bitter, but he made no effort to pull away. “Do you accept that?”
Brian shrugged in the darkness. “I saw the way they treated my father when it was over. The way they treated us.” He kissed Roger’s head in the darkness. “I don’t trust them, I know at the first sign of trouble, they’ll betray us, but I do know we’re helping, even if I don’t understand how.”
“It’s not fair.” As Brian made to protest, Roger pulled himself up. “No, Bri. We’ve only just got each other back, and now we’re going to be torn apart again. And why? Because the Destroyer still has to be active behind enemy lines, and the British Government wants someone to spy-Don’t try and find a better term for it, Bri, that’s what it is- on the Invaders.”
“They worry about Namor.”
Roger snorted. “About Captain America and the Human Torch more likely. How did the American’s get them and how can we get our own? We’ve lived in peace with Atlantis for Centuries. Can’t see it changing.”
“Maybe.” Brian suddenly flipped them both over so that he was looking down at his lover. “Roger I want you to promise me something.”
He swallowed. “promise me, if anything happens to me-if anything happens to me,” He repeated as the other man began to protest. “You’ll take care of them.”
“Care of who?”
“Of the children.” He glanced across the room towards the wall which separated them from the others. “They’re so young and scared, not that they’ll let anyone see it. If, when, they get into trouble, they won’t Steve or Jim or even Namor really help them. They might let you or me.”
“What about Jac?”
Brian sighed. “Jac isn’t a woman desired by nature for motherhood. She’ll be a good mother, I don’t doubt that, but that’s training at work, not nature. Promise me, Roger.”
The intensity in the eyes was scary and it was what made Roger nod.
“I promise. But you have to promise me something.”
“What?”
Roger’s blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. “Don’t let anything happen to us.”
Brian paused, chewing on his lip. “I can’t promise anything won’t happen, no man can. But,” He said, leaning in. “I can promise I’ll do everything in my power to prevent it. Let that be enough.”