𝑼𝒔, 𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑩. 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔

5b

Heil Hydra.

Marcella hated the noise a gun made. She hated the seconds before and the seconds after she pulled the trigger. None of it felt good but it what she had to do.

Mr. David Denver's blood was splattered the hotel shower glass.

He used expensive soaps and luxuries, but it didn't matter how much money he had, that didn't save him. Sometimes the most valuable things you have are in your head. Your memories, your thoughts, your instincts. Mr. Denver had too much information on Hydra. He knew too much and threatened that if he wasn't able to partner, he'd go to Shield instead. Hydra thought it'd be safer just to blow all those little thoughts from his head.

Mr. Denver wasn't a nice man. He gripped her face too hard when he kissed her so Marcella never let it get any father than that. She had too once before but not this time. This time She played the wild girl and made him chase her a bit. She started conversation about his profession which put him on edge. When he looked suspicious the first time, she removed her shoes. The second time, she removed her underwear from beneath her dress. She didn't need to go any farther for him to open up and tell her a little about Hydra. That's all Marcella needed. She sunk to her knees before him and whispered to him to freshen up. He laughed, and said that she'd better be dress-less on the bed when he was done. Then he stood up after tugging her hair a little and went to the washroom.

Marcella stood up and looked out the window. She knew Barnes saw everything. Heard everything. He was ready to swing over when she gave him the word and remove the body from the hotel. Marcella reminded herself of the small gun strapped to her thigh incase this went poorly. She was supposed to do it with her hands but she had a bad feeling. Marcella walked over to the washroom, grabbing a cable cord from the tv on the way. She opened the door to he him unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his chest. "Thought you were supposed to be on my bed, like a good slut."

"Couldn't wait." She walked behind him and trailed her fingers up his back. In between her thumbs and fingers was the tv cord. Marcella quickly threw the cord around his neck and yanked down hard. His eyes widened in the mirror but she held down.

He backed her into the bathroom wall. Hitting her hard. Her bones, weakened from the ice, could barely handle it. She tried to hang on but knew it wasn't going to be an option for long enough to kill him. Marcella let go suddenly of the cord and kicked him forward. He hit his head against the mirror. He tripped closer to the shower and tried to throw various things at her, then he tried to lunge at her. The gun came up and she shot him straight in the forehead. Blood splattered on the shower glass behind him and he fell backwards breaking the glass and dropping into the tub.

Marcella could hear her heart in her chest. Her breathing felt faint and her body felt dizzy. That was too much for her this time. Her body couldn't handle it. She took a seat on the toilet, after throwing up in it and flushing it away. Her ear piece had fallen from her ear during the fight and it was sitting on the floor.

This was a mess. A failure in her part. Marcella wanted to go back to the Gala. She wanted to see Mr. Foley again and apologize for her disappearance and act like this all never happened. The music had thrown her game off. It triggered memories in her but she was stuck in a moving plan where if she hesitated she could be dead.

She felt heavy footsteps enter the apartment. She knew they were his. He was supposed to wait for her signal to come in but she hadn't given him a signal and it shouldn't have taken her so long to assassinate Denver. He got... anxious.