The Spark That Never Dies Part: One

Chapter Thirty-Three

The two of you bunkered down in your room all day and well into the night, her going through codes to find the right folder or something on the drive, and you were still trying to piece together a proper timeline leading to these instances. For some reason, Tony had firewall after firewall protecting his footage and even though she could get through them, it took a long time.

She was at your desk in only a pair of your shorts and a bra while you sat against the headboard of the bed wearing the opposite, a tee shirt and underwear. The file along with your notes were displayed in front of you and for the life of everything, you couldn't think of a time when you and your sister were together from your age of six to ten. Every time you thought you could, you'd brush it aside as 'I could've been older' or 'I could've been younger' or even at one point, 'that could've been a friend' to make matters more confusing.

A half empty pizza box laid across the end of the bed's bench and Chinese food cartons littered the part of the floor where the two of you took a break to have a small picnic. Neither of you have seen the sun, but surprisingly it wasn't really a concern.

"Where the fuck – oh." She stammered, slamming her fists on the desk before disregarding her outburst to get back to work.

The sun sounds nice.

"Love you, babe." You said in a low singsong, not even sure she heard you.

If she did, she made no show of it.

Hours had passed and the computer had gotten about five viruses at this point throughout the day that she happily terminated amidst her frustration. You held a piece of the file that mentioned a Brooklyn location in your old apartment building where the Hydra agents kept look out on your family with another piece of paper that said you lived in that apartment from the years when you were six to ten.

Summarizing, you lived in another apartment in the same building for a crucial part of your childhood which just so happened to be the location of a known Hydra lookout base.

The translation was hard to break through since it was a mix of Russian and Latin, but you finally got it.

You stood up on the bed, a page in each hand as you smiled excitedly, but before you could call her over, she was spinning in the chair with a smile of her own.

"I've got them," She smirked proudly and looked at you with wide, hopeful eyes, "What've you got?"

"A location!" You cheered and she stood up, climbed on the bed to face you, and then grabbed your face in a searing kiss.

"God, you are so sexy." She mumbled between kissing you.

You let the papers fall to the floor before putting your arms around her neck and then jumped to wrap your legs around her waist. You moaned into the kiss and she broke away, leaving you panting as she worked on your neck, falling to her knees, and laying you down on the bed.

She sat up, admiring how you were already wrecked by her just kissing you, and then she slowly trailed her fingers up and down your thighs as they were still pressed against her sides. You whimpered under her touches, desperate for more, and she acted like she was going to pull your underwear down, but to your annoyance, she skipped it and caressed your lower stomach.

"Tease." You groaned and she chuckled, leaning down to kiss you before continuing her torture.

Her warm hands held your waist, tighter than you expected, and then she abruptly grinded her hips into yours, making a gasp escape your lips. She smiled, pleased with the reaction she got from you, before lifting your shirt just enough to smother your chest in kisses. She kissed, licked, and nibbled at your chest in the most torturous ways that had you squirming underneath her.