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⎰𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞⎱ New York City, NY April 2012
Ophelia Bradley didn't like to be found early in the mornings.
It was her time for herself, away from the pressures of her job and life. Brown hair stuck to her forehead as sweat dripped down her face, she heard someones feet came from behind her and she ran faster.
She was tackled to the floor, her body fall down on the hill and flat onto her back. "Jesus, Ophelia. You run almost as fast as Steve." Emma Dorian spoke as she laid flat on top of her; panting.
"You scared the hell out of me, Em!" She snapped, pushing the red head off of her body. Emma chuckled as she leaned her body on the grass, "Anyway, why were you following me? You know this is my time away from work?" She inquired, cocking a brow as she pushed up on her elbow.
"Fury needs you at the S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier." Emma informed her, and Ophelia groaned in annoyance. "This take precedence over your feelings. Barton's been compromised." Ophelia's eyes widened and she pushed herself up onto her knees.
"What?" She questioned, her voice cracking. "What the hell happened?"
"The asset was playing up, misbehaving." Emma took a deep breath, "I can't say much else out here. We need to get Cameron," She spoke, and Ophelia nodded as she put her hand out for Emma to grab.
The red head sighed before reaching up and grabbing her hand. Ophelia pulled her up, right into her arms and Emma chuckled. "Let's go find Cameron,"
"Can I get changed first?" Ophelia asked, and Emma nodded as her answer. The two chatted on the way back to Ophelia's New York apartment since the two were the same level of clearance in S.H.I.E.L.D, they're both really close friends.
Despite their age differences. While Ophelia was 32, Emma was 26.
Once the two got close to the door, Ophelia noticed it was open slightly. "This can't be good." Emma spoke, as the two agents pulled their guns out from their holsters. Emma placed her hand on the mahogany door and looked at the other woman.
"Do it." She ordered, and Emma pushed the door open. The two agents walked in slowly, quickly clearing the place before a hand wrapped around Ophelia's bicep.
Acting on instinct, she twisted the hand back and around. "Fuck." Cameron's voiced from behind her and she quickly let go. "Jesus woman, have you been training with Natasha again?" He questioned as he glared at her, as she looked at him wide eyed.
"What the hell?" She questioned shocked, "Cameron, what the hell are you doing in my apartment, and how the hell did you get in?" She shoved at his chest, and Cameron shook his head.
