Enemies On The Mission [b.barnes]

Epilogue

Marcella's POV

"James, are you okay?" I ask. He's been acting weird all day. Almost like he's nervous and he's never nervous. We're currently in Constanța Romania, originally for some work related stuff but James spoke with Fury and he gave us a couple weeks without any missions, so it's more of a holiday now.

We're currently in his car as he drives us somewhere. He won't tell me what we're doing or where we're going, but he made me put on a dress and get ready before we left so I'm guessing he's taking me to dinner.

"Of course doll," he responds.

"You're not going to finally kill me, are you?" I ask with a smirk. It's been over 2 years of me and James living together, I fall impossibly more in love with him everyday.

"How did you know?" He gasps pretending to be shocked.

"I guess I just have a sense for death. It's a shame you beat me to it really, I was planning on shooting you next week. I was going to make it look like an accident on a mission," I say pretending to be disappointed as I bite back a smile.

He fake sighs, "Tough luck doll, you should've gotten rid of me sooner," he smiles. He stops the car on a random street, "put this on. It'll make it easier for me to kill you," he says smirking, he hands me a blindfold.

"Are you serious, what's going on?" I ask.

"Put it on and you'll find out darling," he says. I roll my eyes and put on the blindfold. "Good girl." He starts the car and begins driving again.

I still blush everytime he says that to me and he knows it. "Asshole. Unless your about to fuck me don't say that again," I say.

James laughs, "I'll fuck you later don't worry doll."

The car stops and I hear James moving around for a moment before he stops. "Wait there I'll come around and help you out," he says. He gets out then I hear my door being opened. James holds one of my hands and guides me to stand up then he closes the car door and I hear it lock.

"I'm starting to think you really are going to kill me," I say as he starts leading me somewhere by my hand, he walks beside me and puts an arm around my waist.

"If you died love so would I, my heart couldn't take it, and well... I'm enjoying life at the moment I'd quite like to stay alive."

I laugh, "you could have just said, 'I love you Marcella, I would never brutally murder you' but I guess that works too," I say. "Where are we going?" I ask again, honestly I'm surprised James isn't sick of me yet but he's just as clingy to me as I am to him.

Maybe more, because I'm such a catch-

"I think you don't understand the concept of a surprise you little brat," James slows down slightly, "There's steps here baby. Step up," he says.

I do as he says and soon enough I hear him open a door and he leads me inside the building. The only sound is the heavy door closing as it echos around the seemingly large room and I suspect we are the only people here.

I feel his warm breath hit my hear and the top of my head as he takes a deep breath. His hand slightly fiddles with the fabric around my waist,  "Are you nervous James?" I ask smiling slightly. I feel his teeth bite my ear gently and I lean into him with a giggle.

"Sunt pe cale să-ți cer să fii a mea pentru totdeauna, păpușă"," he answers me in Romanian.

(Translation: I'm about to ask you to be mine forever, doll"

"James," I groan. "You know my Romanian isn't that good yet." He's been trying to teach it to me for the last few months, and not to be full of myself but I'm learning pretty fast... just not that fast. He ignores me and starts guiding me forwards again for about 20 metres, "Are you ever going to tell me what's going on or are you just going to keep walking me around with-"

I cut myself off when he tugs the blindfold off me from behind and I'm about to tell him off for doing it so rough but my brain shuts down when I realise we're in the ballroom where we first met. Where we tried to kill eachother... good times.

I let out a small gasp as I take it in. It looks similar to the day we met just without all the rich and dangerous people flooding the floor. I notice a table a little bit away from us set out with flowers and food.

"James this is amazing how did you get-" I turn around and once again cut myself off when I find James down on one knee.

"James," I whisper bearly audibly then I bite my lip to try and stop my dumbass from crying already.

He's maybe not even proposing, stop being dramatic.

"Marcella I never thought I was capable of falling in love until I met you, you've showed me so much and helped me through even more. I love you more than anything, even if you are a little brat sometimes," he says. James pulls a ring box from his pocket and opens it revealing a beautiful ring, it's simple with 3 diamonds, the one in the middle slightly larger. I feel my eyes well up with tears and I can't contain the smile that takes over my face. "I've never been good with words so, Marcella Sageni Mayer, marry me or I might just shoot myself in the head."

I giggle, "That sounded more like a demand Barnes, ask me nicely," I say grinning down at him. My vision blurs slightly and a single tear escapes my eye.

He rolls his eyes, "Marcella Sageni Mayer, make me the happiest man in the world and marry me?" He asks.

"Yes."

His eyes meet mine as he smiles and I hold out my left hand so he can slip the ring on.

Once he does he stands up and I jump into his arms for a hug. "Do you like the ring? If you don't-"

I cut James off with a kiss, "I love it, it's beautiful," I say after I pull back. He smiles and leans into kiss me again.

"I love you Marcella."

"I love you too James."

THE END