The man from uncle [IllyaXoc]

Chapter Two

Again, Selina and Solo were to team up like they did in the past. She was informed by the man with the chiseled jaw that they were to head to Rome and that she'll know more details along the way.

Solo however, left the woman in wonder when he gave her the location of where to meet him and that, she did.

As she walked up to a small but yet relaxing cafe surrounded by green, all the men stood up specifically looking at Solo and another man Selina could not identify.

The table was flipped and Solo and the blonde man were fuming.

"Just in time." Selina groaned to herself as she approached the two men.

"So. What did I miss?" Selina said, removing her cat-eye sunglasses and placing it on her head with a swift motion and glanced down at the table with amusement.

Selina's eyes landed on the blonde man who was rather intriguing -even when he was balling his fists in anger- his nose flared and she could tell he was trying to calm himself down.

Hey eyes moved to Solo and raised a brow, "care to explain who this is?"

Solo's eyes trailed all over Selina, her maroon suit made her features pop, working with her dark hair and eyes that Solo thought felt like home if Selina would open to him, "you look stunning, Selina."

Selina rolled her eyes at a smirking Solo who still had his fist, too, balled. Selina's hazel eyes turned back to the other man and reached out her hand.

"Selina Cooper-"

"I know who you are." The thick Russian accent  rolled out of the blonde's tongue, taking Selina aback. Not expecting him to be Russian whatsoever anyway.

"I see. But I don't know who you are." The man's larger hand felt warm and rough when she shook his hand.

"Illya. Illya Kuryakin." The name rang a bell in Selina's head and the curiosity that was written on her face did not go unnoticed by the men.

"Well mr Kuryakin, I'm sure you know more than just my name." Solo eyed the Russian man in front of him who seemed to lock eyes with Selina and never breaking their stare.

"You are correct." Illya said, "I know your father is American, mother Colombian. You have brother named Antonio Cooper, died 5 years ago. Broken family, bad childhood-"

Solo spoke over Illya, not wanting him to continue his words, "Selina, we'll be working with Illya...the three of us."

"Yeah, I got that." Selina scoffed before continuing, "but I think it's more of me working with you two separately. You two seem like an old married couple who need to stop fighting." Selina placed her sunglasses on before walking away from the two men.

The first thing in Rome, Selina was stuck shopping with Illya and Solo for clothes. The two seemed to jab at each other, irritating one another to the point it became a nuisance to Selina.

"What are we doing in a shop like this solo?" Selina rolled her eyes as she stood on the platform, modeling the clothes that the men picked for her, "you know I hate it when you don't inform me about what's happening. Don't repeat your mistakes like our last mission."

Solo suggested a pink skirt and yellow too for Selina to wear and there she was, on the platform, with a frown on her face as she twirled for the two men to take a better look

"My woman would not wear that." Selina's confused eyes turned to Illya then to Solo, "Your woman? What does he mean by his woman?" Selina said, very confused and a little furious.

"Relax. Illya here, is now going to be your fiancé, he will be the architect, and you will be the artist. And simply, his beloved." Solo stood up and looked around for more clothes

"Well then...that settles it. Thanks for having me in on the plan." Selina smiled at Solo but it immediately dropped, insincere, "but I hate to break your heart, Solo. You have an awful taste."

Just in time, Illya stepped up the platform, "we will get along then. We agree on cowboy's bad taste." With the Russian man's closeness, Selina could feel his warm breath on her bare shoulder.

"Here, try this." Illya handed the woman a black, short skin tight dress following with a big black hat and a red handbag.

Coming out of the dressing room and deciding to skip the platform, Selina approached the two men who were arguing about which brand and which belt was better.

Selina cleared her throat making the two men turn their heads, "you guys done arguing? I never thought I'd be seeing this day where two men argue about what I should wear." Selina said with amusement.

"Well...I'll...just leave this to him then." Solo said in defeat as he was mesmerized by how the dress hugged and showed off Selina's curve perfectly before leaving.

"You do have good taste, I'll leave it to you to pick my clothes. It'll make the job easier for me." Selina smirked.

After Illya picked a bunch of clothes while Selina sat on the velvet chair waiting for him to finish impatiently, it was time for Selina to question the man as she did not know what they'll be doing.

"So, what's next?"

"For an agent," Illya said in a whisper that only she could hear, "you do not know what we are doing."

Selina scoffed at the man, "blame it on cowboy, he doesn't let me in on anything until the last minute. He's been doing that for years."

Illya raised a suspicious brow but decided to ignore what she had said, "we go back to hotel. I'll tell you everything there. But now give me your hand."

Selina furrowed her brows in confusion and Illya sighed before showing her the ring, "you are my fiancé." Illya said as if it was a fact and Selina couldn't help but blush at how she even forgot so quickly, "yes! Yes, right. Sorry."

As Illya propped the ring on her finger, Selina saw a small smile that vanished in a blink of an eye on the man's face. "Now you are fiancé of mine."