Devil of My Word

Chapter Three: Did I Squeeze Too Hard?

You sat at home, happy to finally have your sling off as Peggy came bounding towards you. "Mama, did Daddy forget to pick me up?" She asked innocently.

"No, peanut, I'm sure he's just stuck in traffic." You reassured her, rubbing her back gently.

"Are you doing homework?"

"Um, sort of."

"What's the assignment?" Peggy leaned into you to see the screen better.

"I saw Natasha do some things I can't explain. So I'm trying to figure out her tricks."

"Is Natasha a magician?!" She gasped, making you chuckle.

"That's sort of what I'm trying to figure out."

"When Daddy gets here, maybe he can help. Sometimes he helps me with my homework."

"I'm not sure if Daddy has the answers to these questions."

"Why don't you just ask Natasha?" Her head tilted in confusion.

"Because if she's a magician, then she won't reveal her secrets. So I have to find out on my own how she does... them..." You trailed off as your phone rang, an unknown number at the top.

You told Peggy to go get her bag as a car pulled into the driveway. "Natasha, how did you even get this number?"

You blared your sirens as you shot down to the luxurious house, knocking on the front door to find Natasha looking at you almost regretfully. "What did you do this time?" You grumbled.

"Well, it's-it's better to show than tell, really." She chuckled nervously, guiding you to the pool area.

Only to find a girl in her lingerie, floating face down.

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You stood in the middle of the closed off room, having been cleared out by investigators, and you glared at Natasha. "What were you doing here?"

"I was having some fun! You should have tagged along, we could have had a few drinks and danced together. Who knows? We might have even ended up in this room together." She wiggled her eyebrows at you but you shook your head.

"One, I don't drink, and two, I would never sleep with you. Ever."

"What, are you straight or something? That's not the aura I was getting from you." She raised an eyebrow but you dragged your hand down your face in annoyance.

"If anything, you are right about that - I am gay."

"So that's why you and Detective Douche broke up! I must ask, was he actually that good in bed? Because although he looks like it, his reputation isn't a great track record."

You glared at her, which only made her chuckle. "What?" You asked.

"You look so funny when you're angry." She smirked.

"This is not helpful. Stay here whilst I finish with the investigation." You looked at her, pointing your finger before you made your way to the 'lost and found' area.

As soon as you put your gloves on, however, an annoying stride echoed in your ears.

"Hey. I heard all hands on deck. I came as quick as I could." Steve grabbed a pair of gloves too.

"Yeah, and on time." You scoffed.

"Look, Y/N, I'm sorry about earlier, okay? I got held up at an arrest in Hollywood. I couldn't get away." He argued.

"I get it, Steve. Save the apologies for Peggy. This is work, and right now, we have a victim with no fingerprints on file."

He sighed as he began to comb through the items. "These are all the unclaimed items from the party?"