Marvel Oneshots

Fallen Angel (Jack Thompson)

Written for Fictober 2022 on Tumblr!

Prompt: "No, anything but that"

Summary: Y/N has been working with Peggy since the start of the Howard Stark case, and now she's sitting in an interrogation room facing Daniel, Dooley, and the man she thought she might love, Jack Thompson. But when he disappoints her just like all the other men in the office who made assumptions about her and her association with Stark, is there any chance for him to repair the relationship? Or are they done forever?

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I huffed and stared up at the ceiling, trying not to completely snap as the door to the interrogation room swung open. The past few weeks had been nothing but complete chaos, largely caused by Howard Stark. After being wrongly accused of turning traitor and robbing his own vault of crazy, terrible inventions, he'd asked Peggy to get involved and help prove his innocence. And, as Peggy needed help and we'd spent quite some time bonding over being two smart, capable women who were completely ignored by our idiotic male coworkers, she'd come to me.

And now we'd both been arrested, literal feet away from the real culprit. Three cheers for the SSR, who couldn't apprehend a Russian spy if she looked them in the eyes and smiled.

Peggy and I were occupying separate interrogation rooms, but I could imagine she was going through the exact same treatment as me, if in a slightly different order. I'd gotten Daniel as an interrogator first, then Dooley. Then Jack. Jack Thompson, who seemed to snap at everybody in the office but me. Who'd stopped telling me to file things and take lunch orders after I snapped at him about it, and who I thought might have been working towards asking me on a date.

Much like Daniel and the Chief, he'd completely disappointed today.

He'd come in here with the same attitudes as all of them. It wasn't even that he thought I was guilty, it was that he thought I was some weak-willed, swooning damsel who'd, with Peggy, fallen for the charms of Howard Stark and crossed lines under his influence. If I really wanted to go rogue and take down the SSR, I would've done it, and none of them ever would've caught me. But when I'd said as much to Jack, he'd just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

So now, here I was, staring at the ceiling in an attempt to keep from completely losing my mind.

"Y/N."

I sighed heavily and finally dropped my stare from the ceiling to Jack. I fixed him with a very unimpressed look, and he looked right back with a grim expression of his own.

"You need to talk."

"Okay. Let's see... this is stupid, you're all terrible, sexist detectives-"

"No. You need to give me something I can use about this case." I just stared back at him, completely deadpan, as he leaned forward across the desk, closing the distance between us. "C'mon, sweetheart. You've been on the other side of that glass behind me before, you know what I can do. And any minute, the Chief's gonna come in here and order me to do something I really, really don't want to do, if you don't give me something."

I rolled my eyes. "No, anything but that," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Y/N-"

"No, seriously Jack, come on. Does nobody here realize that I've taken a punch before? That I was an intelligence operative working behind enemy lines? That I was caught, and I survived it? Trust me Jack, you've got nothing on a fucking Nazi. And contrary to your apparent belief, I'm also not some breakable doll that got wooed by Howard Stark and has since been cast aside, ready to shatter at the prospect of some questions and fists. You bastard."