(Catch the reference, and you catch my heart.)
This time, you were a hostile, mysterious brunnette with a taste for luxurious cars and 19th-century romance literature. That was your cover and disguise, of course.
You had been running from SHIELD for two years, since your parents died. K.I.A. Supposedly HYDRA. You were a vital agent; one of the best. And you knew too many secrets.
Secrets that were terrible; secrets that would tear the country apart. Another Civil War would break out if you uttered them to a single soul.
So, SHIELD has been after you. Sometimes it's to invite you back, others it's to threaten you. In basis, you're constantly being watched.
You were sitting outside your favorite coffee shop, your sun hat and sunglasses dipped low. Sense and Sensibility rested casually open in your hand as the summer breeze blew the hem of your (F/C) sun dress. To everyone else, you were an ordinary, regular customer having a relaxing read. Really, you were scanning the area for any suspicious or unusual character. It had been a month since SHIELD last "visited" you. The peace doesn't usually last that long.
Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You whipped around, your hand slipping to the gun holster under your skirt.
Your eyes met the most brilliant blue ones you had ever seen. You were almost absolutely sure they were contacts the way they contrasted the shadows over the rest of his face. And they sparkled when they saw you looking up at him.
You noticed he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, despite the summer heat. (Which, of course, showed off his toned arms.) His hair was slightly long, swept back with gel. A younger you would have described him with the term: "scrumptious".
"I must be in a museum, because you are truly a work of art."
Aaand you had now lost interest.
You turned back to your book and flipped a page.
"That has got to be the lamest pick-up line in existence." You scoffed as you trained your eyes to the page.
He shrugged, his smile turning to a lop-sided smirk.
"Don't worry, that's just Plan A."
You found yourself smiling with curiosity.
"So what's Plan B?"
He shrugged again with his hands in his pockets as he stared out the window.
"To take you hostage."
You froze, your blood turning cold. That's when you realized: you didn't recognize anybody in the coffee shop.
How could I have been so stupid? You thought.
You had been so focused on the outside, you hadn't realized that all the customers and staff had been replaced from the inside, one by one.
"Well done, SHIELD," you snickered. "Well done."
"Sorry I have to do this, Doll. I don't gotta choice."
Before you could blink, you felt a sharp pain in your neck and everything faded to black.
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