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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━━ WHEN XIOMARA AWOKE LATER THAT NIGHT, she lifted her head slowly. It took a few moments to sober herself up from her deep sleep. Although the room was pitch black, she could still see the silhouette of Romanoff's body. The two had become closer during the night, Romanoff's arm wrapped around Xiomara's waist. The tanned woman had buried buried her head and cheek into the spy's collarbone.
Xiomara's breathing quickened its pace momentarily, her throat tightening up. She wanted to overreact and scream that she hated the closeness, but she knew that it would be a lie. Besides, if Romanoff herself didn't notice, why should she bring it up?
She laid in bed for a few moments more, the weight of the arm giving her some sort of odd comfort. It shouldn't have. Why did it? She loathed Romanoff, so why did her touch, albeit unintentional, send butterflies whirling around inside?
Xiomara knew she wouldn't be able to handle this anymore. So, hesitantly and strategically, she slipped out of the bed. She kept her footsteps light and airy in an attempt not to wake up the other woman. Her back popped, quiet cracks sounding as she stretched. A morning stretch -or night, she had no idea- always made Xiomara feel a bit better. Although, it was hard to feel good when you're on the run from the government.
She'd normally rush into the bathroom and brush her teeth, but they didn't own any toothbrushes. They couldn't risk getting caught at the store. So, she snuck through the crack in the door and stepped into the lobby. The large window that the two had stared through showed nothing but darkness, which was a relief. The man that formerly resided behind the desk had disappeared, which left the woman alone.
However, this wouldn't last for long.
Xiomara blinked as she watched a large, black SUV drive into the parking spots in front of the motel. She already knew who the SUV belonged to. Who else parked their expensive vehicle at the front of a small motel in the middle of the woods?
"No." She shook her head, shock running through her body, almost as if she were struck by lightening. Instinctively, her legs carried her to the shared bedroom. This time, the door was forcefully opened, the wood hitting the wall with a thud. "Natasha! Natasha, get up!" Xiomara grabbed a pillow before letting it hit the sleeping redhead time and time again.
"Oh my God, are you always this annoying? Even this late?" Natasha grumbled groggily, burying her face in the bed. The rasp in her voice nearly made Xiomara faint, but there was no time to ruminate on it.
"No, Natasha. They're here. They caught up with us." Xiomara grabbed the woman's wrists and yanked her out of the bed. Her words seemed to pull Natasha out of her drowsy state, sobering her up instantly.
