Enemies On The Mission [b.barnes]

Part 8 - Babysitters

Marcella's POV

I wake up to someone pushing my shoulder but I don't open my eyes. My heads pounding from being hit yesterday.

The light is shining onto my shut eyes so I turn to burry my head in the pillow with a groan.

"Marcella you have to wake up, it's already past 11am," someone says to me.

I don't respond and try to get back to sleep. My shoulder's pushed a few more times before I hear a deep sigh.

"If you don't get up I'm going to splash cold water on you again," it's James.

"M-mm," I hum, trying to tell him no.

"I'm serious, get your ass up."

It goes silent for a minute before I feel a sharp sting on my thigh that makes my jolt up. James is standing at my side of the bed in front of me, he has on gray sweatpants now but his top half is still bare.

"You asshole! Did you just slap me?"

"You'll get over it doll" he says, "Fury texted. He wants us to go scope out a nightclub today, said it's where Alexander is going to be in a couple of days."

Alexander the Silencers 2nd, if anyone knows where he is it'll be him.

"When does it open?" I ask.

"Seven."

"So why the hell are you waking me up?"

"I have to do something and you're coming with me."

"Do what?"

"You'll see when we get there."

"Barnes I'm not coming with you, just let me sleep," I say flopping back down.

"Oh no you don't," he says catching my back before I can hit the mattress and shoving me back up to a sitting position.

I gasp remembering he was shot, "James don't do that! You'll hurt yourself," I glare at him.

"Aw you care about me love?" He asks smirking.

"No, I care that I'll have to be the one to look after you," I say.

He walks over to my suitcase that's laying open on the couch and starts looking through it, "What are you doing? That's mine."

"No shit Sherlock," he replies. "I'm getting you some clothes so you can get your ass dressed and not make us late."

"Late for what? I'm not coming unless you tell me what it is."

He throws his head back with a sigh, pausing his search for a moment to look over at me. "A friend of mine needs a favour and you're going to help me."

I laugh, "You have friends?" I ask.

"I'm so fucking done with you," he mumbles just loud enough for me to hear.

"Do they need someone killed or something?"

He laughs and goes back to looking in my suitcase, "This is going to be a lot harder than that, doll."

He pulls out a pair of my red lace underwear and the matching bra, hangs them on one of his fingers then looks over at me with his eyebrows raised.

"What?" I ask harshly. He shakes his head and turns back around.

He throws the underwear on the couch than pulls out some more clothes. When he's convinced he's made an outfit he turns around and hands it to me.

The outfit's actually decent.