Cheshire

Chapter Three

Third POV

The shock that spread across Widow's face was amusing to say the least. Rendering the great Black Widow speechless was something to defiantly add to Cheshire's resume.

Of course, the events after that weren't as much fun for her. S.H.I.E.L.D's minions decided to show up and escort her to their oh-so-inconspicuous jet where she was strapped to a seat with a young agent with his gun trained upon her.

Letting out a sigh, Cheshire stared blankly at the man. He let off loud breaths that were raggedly, moving in and out of his mouth at regular, gasping intervals. His hands shook in an odd trembling rhythm as the color slowly drained from his face with each passing moment.

He couldn't take his eyes away from her frightening stare. Their connection had to be held, he feared that if it broke he would die. So, he stared. Willing himself to hold the connection. He gazed into her cold eyes as the silence of the room continued on. So, he stared. For a moment she remained frozen, until she smiled.

Smiles are supposed to be a reassuring expression, conveying that everything is well in the world. Unless it's Cheshire's grin. Her grin offers total humiliation, and her eyes gleam with killer intent. The man became even more tense, and his grip tightened on the gun even more.

"Stop that." He murmured. Cheshire tilted her head slightly, as her grin began to grow.

"Stop what?"

"You know what." He replied gruffly. Cheshire stopped grinning and frowned slightly.

"Well, that's maddeningly unhelpful." She leaned forward slowly, watching as he began to shake even more.

"Cheshire." Natasha barked as she stalked towards the two of them. Cheshire's grin came back full force as she leaned back in the seat and looked up at the fiery redhead.

"Ah, Natalia. I was only having a bit of fun." She pouted. Natasha's frown deepened further as she turned to the agent.

"We're landing shortly. Get her ready." The agent nodded in relief and they began to unstrap her from the seat.

"Get me ready? Why I'm always ready." Cheshire said slyly as she stood up from her seat. Natasha glared at her as she took out a key and un-cuffed her. Cheshire's grin faded away into curiosity. "You're actually trusting little old me to walk around without cuffs?" Nat snorted and pulled up a familiar jacket.

"No." She said with a grin as Cheshire's eyes grew wide at the device.

"A strait jacket. Seriously?" She asked sarcastically. Natasha roughly pulled her arms through it and turned her to face the wall as she hooked everything together.

"I figured that we'd give it a try." She said as she turned Cheshire back around and handed her to the agent before walking towards the back of the plane. Cheshire looked around her and counted the men.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5- 12 of them...not bad." She thought to herself as they surrounded her. The back of the jet opened and she smiled. It was time.

Nick fury stood on the landing pad patiently. Agents surrounded him with their guns at the ready, and Phil Coulson stood to his left, curiosity coming off of him in waves. He had heard of the famous Cheshire and her malicious grin, but he had thought her to be a myth.

"Coulson." Fury stated.

"Sir?"

"You'll be her interrogator, I want to know everything." Surprise filled Phil as he turned to face Fury.

"If you don't mind me asking sir, why? Natasha-" Fury cut him off.

"Natasha has captured her, and I have to deal with the Tesseract, so it's your duty to find out everything about her. Our information could be dated, so start from the beginning." Phil nodded and watched as the cargo door opened.

At first, he only saw Widow and a group of agents, but as they all exited the plane, a woman with long brunette locks and a strait jacket on came into view. It wasn't her sapphire eyes that captured his attention, no. It was the broad grin that was carved across her cheeks that sent a shiver down his spine.

"Coulson, take her to the cage." Natasha said as she stalked inside.

"Sounds kinky." The woman said as she winked at him. Phil's face remained stoic as he led the way towards the entrance. "Wait! I want to talk to Fury first." She shouted. Phil turned to face her before looking at Fury. The said man tensed and his glare clearly showed his annoyance.

"Cheshire."

"How's the eye?" She asked innocently. His glare hardened.

"What do you want Cheshire?" He asked in irritation. She grinned slyly and leaned against one of the agents almost casually.

"I just wanted to give you some advice." She stated.

"And what advice would I need from someone like you?" Fury asked as he stalked towards us.

"Someone like me?" She asked, almost curiously.

"The kind of person that puts all of my agents on edge." Fury replied.

"How perfect then! When they are not on edge, they're taking up too much space." Fury narrowed his eye at the girl and straightened his posture before turning and walking away. Coulson placed his hand on the woman's back and pushed her towards the door.

"Oh, and Fury?" She said. Fury tilted his head back as a sign he was listening. "I would be careful with what you do with that cube, you of all people should know that appearances are not all they seem to be." And with that, she strutted into the building, the agents scrambling after her. Coulson stared wide eyed at Fury as he turned around, ​ and his eyes got even wider at the look of horror that was spread across his features.

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