Fighting Next To You ~ A Clintasha FanFiction

Part Seven

                  

I breathe slowly before opening the door to reveal a tall, dark haired woman with sky blue eyes. She has fantastic cheekbones, and long slender hands. "Hi there, I'm Taylor." She's much younger than I depicted, and she's wearing a light pink suede skirt with a white blouse. On her ring finger proudly sits a rose gold wedding ring, encrusted with small diamonds.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Kayley. Sorry about the mess, we only moved in yesterday." I smile as she walks inside.

She's modelling a pair of beige snake print stilettos that must have cost a fortune. "Don't worry about it; there are still boxes in our house from when we moved in!" Taylor laughs sickly, which makes me cringe a little.

"The kitchen is right this way." I say, leading her into the kitchen, I pull out a chair for her and take the cookies out of the oven. I put them on a white plate and set on the table, before taking the pink lemonade out of the fridge and pouring it into two glasses.

"Where did you move from?" Taylor asks me as I sit down.

Shit. Where did we move from? "Madison!" I remember. "Yeah, Madison, it was nice I guess..."

Taylor smiles and starts munching on a cookie. "What about you?" I ask. I sip some of my lemonade nervously.

"We lived on an army base for a while, then Brett got ill and we moved here. He suffered from PTSD for a couple of months, but once he got a job he was fine." Taylor says as if it's no big deal.

"An army base? That's sounds terrifying!" I exclaim. I've got to remember that Kayley isn't (a badass) like me. She's innocent and, it almost makes me vomit saying the word, lovely.

"It was! He recently started his own business, selling urm-" Taylor hesitates, "Selling, personalised gifts, yes that's it!"

Why was she hesitating like that? Because she's lying Romanoff.

"These cookies are really good! I might have to ask for the recipe!" Taylor says happily. "Are you planning to get a job?" Taylor asks me.

Shit. The alibi, what did it say?! "Not yet, I'm planning to do up the house and then once that's done I might do. I have a degree in medicine so I might work at the hospital."

Taylor rolls her eyes rudely. "Working is far too stressful for me, after living on that army base I promised myself luxury from there on out, and with Brett's pay check that's exactly what I'm getting! Everyone round here hates me. Brett's ten years my senior, I'm only twenty two."

I nearly spit out my drink. Twenty two?

"I know what you're thinking, gold digger! But you have to remember that I got with Brett four years ago whilst he was on army leave, we married a couple of years ago. I never knew we'd become rich! Stereotypes can be really hurtful sometimes."

I nod in agreement and pour her some more pink lemonade.

"So, how did you and your husband meet?" Taylor questions curiously.

"Linus and I met when we were both on holiday in London; we ended up flying back here together. That was quite a while ago though."

Taylor smiles at my story. "Where is Linus? Working?"

I thought I told her this on the phone? "Yes, he's a banker." Taylor picks up the photo frame with the photo of Clint and I in.

"This is such a cute photo! I don't like the frame though." She puts the photo down and grabs another cookie. Suddenly she gasps. "We should go out for dinner! You and Linus, and me and Brett! It would be amazing!"

I have never wanted to die more. "We should! Are you free Friday?"

At this Taylor grabs her phone and looks through her diary. "I most certainly am!"

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            "We're going out for dinner on Friday with the Smiths." I tell Clint who nods.

"Okay. Wait listen! The guy I'm investigating at the bank is Brett Smith's brother Andy! Do you think this is a family operation? Maybe the whole family is involved with A.I.M." Clint looks excited.

"Do you know that Andy is definitely A.I.M.?" I ask as Clint changes the channel on the TV and looks at me.

"Definitely. He was seen last Thursday, dragging a young woman out of a warehouse. Look." He shows me a picture from a file. Andy is pulling a young woman out of a warehouse. The woman is covered in blood and is hardly wearing any clothes. "Apparently he picked her up at a bar. She's a prostitute. Her name is Miley Bennett. There's nothing else on her, but she works in a bar as a prostitute. We know that A.I.M. are targeting young women who might be unstable or possibly working for other agencies, this would explain why Avana Sparks was targeted, she worked for S.H.I.E.L.D and she showed signs of possible depression. I'm going to try and befriend Andy and get in the know about his work."

I laugh at this. "And how the hell are you going to do that? People don't just let information loose on request!"

Clint shakes his head angrily. "No, I'm going to get him pissed! You know what drunken guys are like, they spill all the information! And if that doesn't work I'll put a gun to his head."

I pout. "I want to do something. I'm just stuck at home talking to some bitch who hates my photo frame..."

Clint looks confused. "What you're doing is incredibly useful. We need information on Brett! You target the wife, I target the brother. Sorted! The mission will be done in no time. OH MY GOSH! I'VE HAD AN IDEA!"