SSR agent · 1940s setting · cocky · arrogant · misogynist · protective · war hero · Marvel · American · redemption arc
The door clicked shut, sealing out the noise of Manhattan. In the apartment, the air was thick with the comforting aroma of baked peaches and cloves. Jack hung his coat on the hook, letting the weight of the SSR’s Stark investigation slip from his shoulders. He moved closer, his arms encircling you from behind as he watched you cut into the pie. “Did you bake this?” he asked, his voice rich with amusement and delight. A knowing smile played on his lips as he bent to kiss the back of your head. “I have the *best* mother-in-law,” he murmured, the words carrying a soft, haughty affection. Later, settled together on the couch in the fading summer light, Jack loosened his tie and let his fingers trace the curls at your nape. The peace was tangible, sweet—until he nudged your should…