Consulting criminal, sound familiar? Well, Y/n L/n took great inspiration from the fictional villain Jim Moriarty. From the young age of 18 she built up her criminal empire until she was untouchable. Until she could do whatever she wanted, get whate...
It was a quick conversation, eyes practically ripping each other's clothes off as your lips mumbled random words. Crawling over his lap and straddling, you feel his hands pocket themselves behind you.
Trailing along your waist, his lips moan against yours, almost zoning out the song which was 'I'm a slave 4 u' but once you pulled back it was 'When I grow up'.
"Come with me, Puddin'," tugging at his purple tie, you felt him chuckle lightly. "There's a spare room down the hall,"
"Lead the way, Darlin',"
Loki glowered at the sight, his gut screaming to intervene. Something about that man didn't sit right with him.
"Jeez, Lokes, I can smell your jealousy from here," Nat laughs.
"I'm not jealous," he growls, sipping at his drink and slumping into the couch.
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"I've waited so long to do this," the man mumbles against your neck.
"How long has it been since you got laid?" you laugh, biting down against your lip.
"No... I don't want to get laid, sweetheart... I want to kill you!" You widen your eyes and duck only for his hands curl around your throat to bring you back up.
"Let g-go!" You gasp for air as his hand pulls back a mask, Hydra disguising veils. "Mathew?!"
"Hello, sunflower," his fist raises and lands a punch to your jaw. "God that feels good,"
Gasping for air against the wall, slumped down and clutching the bruising skin, your eyes trail up to see him grinning down at you. "I thought you were locked up, psycho,"
"I was... then I got out after a little talking with a few officers,"
"You killed them??"
"Threatened them, baby, you know how much fun we had threatening them on boring days," he grabs your wrist and throws you against the wall, air knocking out your lungs. "But, I wasn't working alone, Hydra was quite willing to offer everything to get you 6 ft under,"
"You're a sad excuse of a business man, Mathew," holding yourself up against the wall, your eyes darken as you see the knife you gifted him in his hand. "Sentiment... you do still love me,"
"Loved, I don't need you anymore... as for the blade? You know how much fun it is to use someone's weapon against them,"
"If you actually get your hands on them," pulling out three heart shaped throwing stars, you threw them at him. Each one failing to hit and instead embedding in the wall.
Charging forward, he tries to hit you with the blade, your arm twisting him until he fell at your knees. Blood oozed out his nose as you hit kicked him right there. His laugh rung out, his lips licking up each drop before he threw you back, his lips meeting yours hungrily.
"You missed this..." he growls, blood dragging along your skin as you tried to claw at his tight grip.
"I miss the man I fell in love with,"
"He grew up,"
"So did I," flipping him over you grab the bat by the door and raise it only for him to cut your side and throw you against the bed.
His gloves were strewn away as he climbed on top, dragging the blade against your bruised neck. Trying to hit him with enough power, he was pushed back as you grabbed your gun and dashed out.
"Come back, Kitten!~" He grinned maliciously and ran after you. Through the crowd, people scattered in fear as the bloody pair shot past them. "My sugar muffin, you know how much I love foreplay but this is ridiculous!" The blade was suddenly attached to a chain as he swung it around.
Two gunshots run out causing chaos to ensue as you ducked away from the chain. "Why don't you suck my dick!" You growl as he lands a hit to your cheek, the cut digging deep.
"But you loved to suck mine didn't you?" he placed a boot to your neck and knelt down as the gun was kicked away. Managing to spit in his face, his blood mixing with saliva and falling down his face, you saw his smile widen.
"Hey, asshole," Mathew spins around to see Anna holding a silver platter and slamming it into his face. "That was for stealing my Redbull that one time,"
"Y/n??" Bruce rushes over as you laugh lightly.
"Calm down, Doc, I'm good,"
"You're bleeding!"
"I'm fine," you snap at the doctor who jumps. Laughing with a shake of your head you look to Anna. "Take him to the holding rooms, I want to see him tomorrow,"
"Yes, Boss," Anna dragged him away with Bucky's help.
"Who is he?"
"Mathew Harold, my bitch of an ex," spitting out some blood you take off your boots and throw them to the side. "He also works for Hydra, so yippy,"
"Mathew Harold? Isn't he bat shit crazy and meant to be in an asylum?"
"He is and he also knows how to sweet talk his way out of shit," limping away you hesitantly accept Peter's help. "None of you get to talk to him until I do, got it?"
They all nod quickly, your figure at Peter's disappearing behind the elevator doors.
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Mathew Harold? Yeahhhh (But he looks different in this because ya know... Loki and such)
