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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━━ FIVE DAYS LATER, XIOMARA WAS CLEARED TO LEAVE. Most of the others had gone home, so Nat and Xiomara were the only agents in the tower. The tanned woman didn't have much to pack, considering that she only had three sets of clothes.
When it was time to go, she and Nat stood in Xiomara's room as the redhead helped the tanned woman into a wheelchair. "So, about your mind power stuff," Nat pulled the brunette's hair into a high ponytail. "Do you think you could pick up the remote on the bed and turn off the tv?"
She stared at the tv remote, squinting. "I'm still not sure how I did it earlier. I think I just... I visualized it." Xiomara extended her hand towards the remote, her palm facing it. "And I held my hand out."
The remote zoomed into her hand. "Well, that's kinda what I asked." Nat shrugged as the brunette turned off the TV. "Y'know, I don't mind these new powers.." She stared at her hand.
"Well, if it isn't Ellen and Portia!" A masculine voice came from outside of the room, which got a scoff out of Nat. "Are those the only lesbians you know, Stark?" She turned and questioned the man as he entered. Two men in black tuxedos walked beside him, each one holding a navy duffel bag.
"Well, obviously not anymore. I know you two!" He gave a bright smile as his guards gave the women their bags. The one with the straight black hair didn't really give it to Xiomara; he merely placed it on her lap.
"You know we don't have that many clothes, Tony." Xiomara unzipped the bag and placed her clothing inside. "Look around in it. May find a surprise." He hinted, Xiomara and Nat sharing a confused look. "If this thing explodes..." Nat muttered, the two searching through the bags.
When the brunette opened a side pocket, a piece of white paper sat inside. She picked it up, examining it before smiling. "Tony, you did not." She gasped.
"What? Wha-" Nat found her piece of paper. "Ten thousand?! Ten thousand dollars?!"
"I know, I know, I'm awesome." He shrugged. "Think of it as an incentive not to sue."
"Are you sure this isn't your form of an apology?" Nat held the piece of paper up, a small smile taking over her lips.
"As I said, Romanoff, it's an incentive. Now, your car's in the parking garage. Get there before it drives off without you." Tony rushed the two before turning and exiting, his two guards following him. Xiomara looked up at her girlfriend with a giddy smile. "We just became 10,000 dollars richer." She grinned.
"That we did, Красо́тка. (Beautiful.)" Nat planted a kiss on the woman's nose. "That we did."
