In a world before Captain America emerged from his icy slumber, there existed a girl named Y/N, born with the extraordinary ability to command the elements: water, air, fire, and earth. Struggling to lead a normal life, Y/N concealed her remarkable...
—— Death is not the greatest loss in life, the greatest loss in life is what dies inside you when you are still alive ——
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Y/n P.O.V.
In the dimly lit restaurant, the air was thick with the aroma of spices and the hushed murmurs of discreet conversations. The clinking of cutlery against porcelain accompanied my entrance as I stepped into the role of a mute man, my disguise concealing the true purpose of my presence. My mission – a rendezvous with Esperanza, the unsuspecting wife of Antonio, the elusive leader of the Mexican cartel.
I navigated the tables, the tailored suit and the silent demeanor creating an enigma that seemed to disarm suspicion. There she was, Esperanza, her eyes betraying a mix of curiosity and reservation. As I sat across from her, the tension in the air was palpable, a precursor to the secrets she was unknowingly about to reveal.
The waiter, oblivious to the clandestine nature of our meeting, took our orders. Esperanza's guard seemed to lower with each passing minute. Perhaps it was the guise of my muteness or the carefully crafted small talk, but she began to open up. The mask of normalcy slipped away, and the weight of her revelations hung in the air.
Esperanza, wrapped in the illusion of casual conversation, began to share details about her husband's operations. Antonio, the puppeteer orchestrating the intricate dance of the Mexican cartel, was slowly unveiling his secrets through the unwitting conduit of his trusting wife. I listened intently, the gravity of the information settling in my mind, piece by piece.
As the main course arrived, so did the turning point of the mission. The conversation shifted, taking an unexpected turn into personal territory. Esperanza's eyes bore into mine, and her words carried a subtle invitation. In that moment, duty and desire collided, creating a conflict I hadn't anticipated.
She wanted more than just a conversation; she sought a connection that transcended the boundaries of our assumed identities. I hesitated, acutely aware of the line I was about to cross. In my world, where every move was calculated and every action had a purpose, this deviation felt like stepping into uncharted territory.
The lure of the unexpected, the thrill of the forbidden, and the blurring lines of deception all played their part. Yet, in the midst of this intricate dance, I couldn't shake the awareness that I had a mission partner waiting in the wings. Natasha, my wife and confidante in this complex game of espionage, played a crucial role in the success of our operations.
As we moved from the restaurant to a discreet hotel room, the weight of the mission pressed against my conscience. The air in the room hung heavy with secrets and the scent of uncertainty. Esperanza's desires were laid bare, her longing apparent in the way she looked at me. The choice loomed before me - doing it for the mission but out of my comfort zone
In that moment, with a sense of inevitability, I acquiesced to her desires. The air was charged with a different kind of tension as clothes were shed, and the lines between personal and professional blurred. The act unfolded, a transaction of desires in the shadows, a compromise made for the sake of the mission.
The aftermath was a silent room, the residue of choices lingering in the air. As Esperanza lay beside me, oblivious to the calculated nature of our encounter, I couldn't escape the feeling of discomfort, and disgust . The mission was successful; Antonio's secrets were now in our possession. Yet, the victory felt hollow, tainted by the personal cost. ————
I walked back into the hotel room as quietly and quickly as possible, I took a look at the time and saw I had a few more hours until me and Natasha where to go to the country club.
Feeling the discomfort and disgust I took a hot shower, I didn't know how long I was in there until til I hear the bathroom door trying to be opened.
"Y/n, you in there? I just came back from scanning the club." I hear Natasha's muffled voice, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Looking into the mirror to see my body red from the heat, as I was drying my self I felt a stinging feeling on my back, I turned my back to the mirror and looked behind me to see scratch marks.
Next thing I see is the toilet bowl with my vomit filling it up.
"Y/n are you okay? Did something happen with the lunch mission?" I hear the knob turning with nat still on the other side of the door.
"Everything is fine Ms. Romanoff, I'll be out in a sec." I flushed the toilet, luckily I brought my clothes into the restroom and changed in there before brushing my teeth again for today.
Stepping out, I walked to the living area and saw the agent waiting for me in the seat. I sat on the opposite couch from her, I knew she found something was up due to my actions.
"She gave me a lot of information that I think we should go over before entering enemy territory." I started, I saw how she was about to say something but closed her mouth for me to continue.
So that's what I did. ———— "Is that all that happens in the restaurant? Cuz it shouldn't have lasted that long yet you got here quite late." She raised her eyebrows to initiate something, I faced her but didn't make my eye contact with her.
"What happened after the lunch y/n, and don't bullshit your way out of this with saying taking a walk in the park." She was getting irritated, she stood up and walked all the way towards me and pushed me further back in the couch. Making me flinch due to the scratches on my back, this even fucked me up more when she noticed the small pain on my face.
"Are you hurt? Where are you injured?" She sat next to me and placed a hand on my knee, I looked down ashamed of how she gonna find out what I did.
It wasn't my fault, I knew she wanted sex for the information she was giving me. It was disgusting, I hated every second of it, going against my morals all for a thank you fuck I was forced into giving her.
But all for the mission....
"Tell me y/n." She whispered taking my hand, I didn't notice I was crying until she wiped them away with her free hand.
"I- I didn't want to do it, but she knew what she was doing and I just had to agree to it for the mission. I swear I didn't want it, please don't get mad, I'm so sorry. It was for the mission I swear, to make it smooth and quick." I pleaded with her, this time I made the mistake of looking into her eyes and I saw concern, confused and a Quick Look of anger.
"What did she do y/n" she had the demanding voice in her sentence. I looked back down towards my hands.
"We had sex." ———
Yeah so that happened.... What do you guys think Natasha will do?
Will she hate y/n for having sex with a person during a mission?
Will she get mad at Esperanza?
What about y/n? Will she still continue to see Esperanza?
