After accepting a case transfer from a friend and fellow agent, Aniah Blaine gets assigned to the infamous Winter Soldier in SHIELD's last attempt to make him their agent instead of their prisoner.
Even though he's untrusting and stubborn and a bi...
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CW: Slight violence (aka, lightest chapter here most likely)
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"No."
"Yes."
"Absolutely not." Aniah strode down the hallway of SHIELD headquarters with her morning coffee in hand, manicured fingers tight around the metal flask like she imagined doing to Clint's neck as the other agent matched her steps.
"Aniah, please," Clint almost pleaded, looking over his shoulder as if someone was going to jump out from behind a corner and shoot him or something. "Fury's on my ass, Natasha thinks I'm crazy, and Steve wants to see him himself."
"I think you're crazy," she scoffed, taking a long swig of her caffeinated drink and running her tongue over her teeth. "Speaking of crazy, what's so bad about Steve doing it?"
"After what happened last week? Steve isn't in the right mind to talk to him at all."
"And I am?'
"Yes," he insisted, gently grabbing her forearm and pulling her to a standstill. "You're the best person for the job. The best person period if you actually do it. Please?"
Aniah let out a withering sigh, hand coming up to pinch the bridge of her nose before she slowly nodded and looked at him again. "Fine. I'll do it."
Clint gave her a smile and clapped her shoulder, prompting an eye roll from her as he walked backwards down the rest of the hall.
"You're the best!" Clint called as he disappeared around the corner, leaving Aniah to think her decision through on the way back to her office. She could already tell that she would later regret giving in to Clint's begging.
After this, he'd owe her big time.
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Aniah sat down on the hard metal chair in Interrogation Room 9, pen gripped tight in her right hand and clipboard in front of her on the table as the clock on the wall ticked louder than usual. She definitely regretted agreeing to do this now that she was actually seated in front of the man, an irritating itch in her throat urging to clear it every few seconds as she tried to ignore it and appear unfazed. He certainly was intimidating, staring her like he wanted to reach over and snap her neck. She had no doubt he would've done it were his hands not cuffed to the table.
Aniah straightened her spine and steeled her resolve, meeting his ice-cold gaze head on and grabbing the clipboard. "I am Agent Blaine, and I will bring stating the information we have on you in out data base. You will answer true or false after each statement. Do you understand?"
Silence, just like she'd expected. He continued staring at her though, scrutinizing her with those steely blue eyes as if he was trying to find a crack in her professional mask. He wouldn't. Aniah was too good for that.
