𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍
❝ I really, really hate you. ❞
the time when a russian spy
lands a job at S.H.I.E.L.D...
... then gets arrested with
three other agents for a crime
they...
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━━ THE WOMEN HAD WALKED THROUGH THE WOODS ALL NIGHT WITH NO BREAKS, which meant that they had no pep left in their steps. Although both women wanted to stop and take a quick breather, they didn't want to admit their fatigue or show weakness. So, they walked for hours on end unnecessarily.
Romanoff was used to walking for long periods of time. After all, she was relentless. A perfectionist at everything she did, which included being perfect in the Red Room. Tiring her body became common, and the hike through the dark wasn't anything she needed to stress about. However, she hadn't walked for this long and this fast in a while. She was angry at herself for being so out of practice.
Xiomara, on the other hand, hated hikes. Although she had the ability to travel on foot in messy terrain, she didn't like to. She could only pray that her foot wouldn't get caught on a rock, or she'd get bit by a forest animal.
The sun's golden light painted at around seven am, which served as a problem for them. The light made it easier for passerbys to see and report them. So, when they found a little motel in the middle of nowhere, they figured that a room there couldn't hurt them.
Romanoff and Xiomara looked through the dingy window of the motel to find an older man with pale skin and liver spots sitting at the front desk, his head down. The women were concerned that the man had passed. However, their anxieties were calmed when they saw the man's body move with his snores. Romanoff listened to Xiomara's quiet sigh of relief.
"You think that there's a bell on the other side of the door?" Xiomara inquired aloud while staring at the man.
"Let's find out." Romanoff gently pushed on the door, and to their relief, no tinkling of a bell rang through the air. Romanoff held the door open for Xiomara, the woman trailing behind her. The Russian redhead looked behind the front desk, a black cash register catching her eye. "You know how to knock people out," She mouthed to the brunette woman. "Do it if necessary."
Xiomara kept an eye on the man as Romanoff gradually opened the register and took a few hundred-dollar bills from it. She slipped the money into the pocket of her leather jacket before quickly closing the till. The woman blew a lock of auburn hair out of her face as she straightened herself, Xiomara knocking on the desk. The elderly man awoke with a jump, shocked to see the two standing them.
"Hello!" The tanned woman greeted with a bright smile. She had learned that if you acted like you were supposed to be there, that nothing was wrong, people believed you. "Um, how much is a room with two beds? Just for- just for one night."
