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"we're partners, babygirl"

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She had been sent to the grocery to buy her mother a new pack of cigarettes only to return to her face down in a pool of her own blood. The girl smiled smugly and dropped the small carton onto the carpet below her feet to rush back out to the next door of her apartment complex.

Her petite hands shook in delight as she knocked on the sturdy wooden door and waited impatiently for the man on the other side to answer. Pure bliss ran swiftly through her veins and she felt like she could've broken the door down if he didn't answer right then. When several seconds had passed she rolled her big green eyes and knocked again—this time faster and much louder than the first. She heard quiet footsteps followed by a combination of locks being turned before the door opened only a few inches.

"Ah, if it isn't Watkins Hunter," the man spoke slowly and opened the door wider to the nineteen year old. He was good at what he did. He smiled warmly and welcomed her as if they had always been nothing but distant neighbors separated by paper thin walls. But he wasn't as innocent as he came off to be. Behind the man's bright blue eyes and chocolate locks he was extremely dangerous; a cold blooded killer that had just finished washing his latest victim's blood from his hands.

"Alright cut the shit, James. I believe we have a lot to talk about."

His pink lips curled into a smirk at her snarky tone. He rose a brow and stepped back to give her room to enter. "Back for round two?"

Watkins ignored his suggestive comment momentarily and breathed in the cold air of his apartment only to let out a drawn out sigh as she remembered their one night stand only two long weeks earlier. In those few hours they spent together drowned in alcohol, she had blabbed on about her life back in her own small apartment where her mother suffocated her and made her life a living hell. Finally processing his words, Watkins laughed and waited until the front door was closed to answer.

"If that's what you're asking for as a 'thank you' then I guess we can talk later."

Her fingers reached for the hem of his t-shirt only for her hand to be swatted away rather violently. She audibly gasped and pulled her hand back to her body, eyeing the red skin where his handprint was beginning to develop. "What the hell, James?"

The man only rolled his eyes in response and Watkins reached for the door and began to open it.

"Yeah, no," he chuckled lowly and slammed the door back into its frame in front of her face. A chill ran down her spine at his sudden change in demeanor but she couldn't tell if she was scared or if she liked it. James then leant down so his lips ghosted over her ear as he spoke, sending another wave of chills down her spine. He loved how she reacted to him so vulnerably.

"You aren't going to leave me here now that I've done the dirty work for you, are you? No, you're with me now. We're partners, babygirl."

The girl couldn't help but bite her lip at his words. She had always felt she was misunderstood by the world and mostly her nagging mother, so why would she refuse? All thoughts of her stinging arm vanished from her mind as she leaned slightly into the twenty six year old man. Maybe James' scandalous life of sex and murder was what she craved. It wasn't like she had much of a choice.

She lifted a hand to the back of his head and ran her fingers through his long hair, bringing his chapped lips closer to her neck and whispering the word that would change her whole future: "Fine."

And although the girl thought she knew a lot about his work, she didn't exactly know the extent or effects it had on his actions and judgement. The range of danger ranged much closer than his targets and enemies.

There was a reason James Buchanan Barnes worked alone.