Hey guys so for those who don't know this is one of two fics I have written and I have to say my favorite out of both. If you have any questions or comments please feel free to say them, it will help a lot in the future.
*Flash Back*
"I can guarantee, if you leave now you will end up back here in a few years or so, maybe not with the same mind-set or goals, but you will end up back here Red, whether it be for good or bad." Director Fury cautiously approached the situation. Knowing this woman was one of his top agents next to Barton and Romanoff he could not let her slip away from the agency. But being one of the most highly trained assassins was not the biggest issue, but the power she possesses through a blood infused rage.
"I appreciate the thought Fury, but somehow I don't believe I will ever want to come back to the damnation, you call an agency." The young women had a serious tone. Her choppy black hair hung loose over her equally darkened brows. She took a deep breath before speaking again, no more relaxed than before, " But, before I take my leave I would request to have all my files burned and every trace of my existence removed from your database. However, fail to meet my request, and I will take pleasure in cutting down every one of your brainwashed agents and destroying your precious database, from the inside out." The agent looked straight at the Director as she spoke, leaving no trace that she was bluffing.
"And how will you be able to do that?" Fury asked with a joyful tone, he leaned against his desk and crossed his arms, "as of now, you have no weapons, no allies and absolutely lack the technology needed to bring down this agency." Fury began tapping his fingers on his arm, impatiently awaiting his… former agent's remark. But the acute half smile that formed onto Red's lips cautioned him to back off on his accusations.
Leaning forward Red parted her lips over her pointed K9s and began to speak with a strange allure in her voice. "Why do you think my correlation with Zane stayed so tightly kept?" a sudden rush of poison fell into her chest with the thought of her departed fiancé, the taste of which was the same as when she tried to suck it out of him.
Fury leaned into his chair in alarm. Noticing the fiery pigment that coated Red usual grey eyes cause him to feel over the pistol at his waist in a sense of precaution. "I think you should go, but mark me…you will be back." Glaring with his one eye, the Director felt a weight lift from his chest as Red stood.
"You are not the only one with connections Fury…remember that." Red inhaled deeply, the leather from her suit stretching over her chest and relaxing again as she walked out of the small office, leaving Fury with his head in his hands.
*Flash Back Ends*
It has been nearly two years since she left the agency, and still the ongoing threats and networking still enlightens her. That is how she found out about earths newest threat, but why a distant prince of Asgard would choose a setting such as Stuttgart Germany was a question even to Red's deceiving mind. However if that was where the god was she would be as well, and willing to do anything to gain his alliance.
"Damn your hard to find." Mumbling under her breath Red walked elegantly down the grand stairway of the Stuttgart Museum, making flirtatious glances at every possible suitor. But none of them seemed regale enough to be the man she needed, and therefore Red left nearly all the men below her with lustful thoughts as she descended to the second floor.
Red rested her elbows on the dark mahogany railing and leaned forward, her back arched perpendicularly to her legs and the slit in the black dress uncovering her pale legs as well as a black laced garter that clung to her upper thigh. She could feel the amount of lust in the air from the other men, some with escorts others without. This was merely routine for Red, the dress she wore was a sleek black that cut extremely low : down to her toned stomach, the fabric itself seemingly glued to the outer part of her breasts and only being held by a crimson colored rhinestone in the center of Red's chest.
This attire was thought to have helped with Red's search for the God, and for a while it seemed useless, the only attention she was attracting was the kind from the men you would find coming out of brothels on street corners.
Red inhaled deeply as she turned around and leaned against her hands, the low cut of her dress exposing the intricate tattoo that cut into a V in the small of her back. But it was then when the air inside the museum began to shift, it became quieter and heavier, but only Red had noticed the change long enough to know what it meant.
"Finally." Her low voice sounded ruthless and stale, like the blood that stained it. Red looked over her shoulder and watched the museum empty before her, unearthing a tall, dark haired man in a dress suite and green scarf.
The sound of the doctors cries only brought a smile to Reds lips, she hadn't known it yet but it seemed that the man was enjoying himself as well. Leaving the late Doctors motionless body on the neatly carved marble, the man raised his head and looked directly at Red, his dark brows narrowed over his green eyes as he smiled deviously at the black haired woman on the steps.
For a moment Red stood there with her lips parted, not in fear or in question but in amazement, and before the God exited into a coral of civilians Red managed an arousing wink at him while slowly caressing her tongue over her neatly sharpened K9 tooth.
Once Loki was long gone out of the building Red figured she too should make an exit. Gracefully climbing down each step she soon began to hear the steady hum of an aircraft, not something small but rather large. This struck fear into Red's chest she knew of only one agency with a aircraft sounding like that. "Damn it." Half groaning and half mumbling, Red picked up her pace and soon saw what she feared, and Natasha's cold voice confirmed it.
" Loki, Drop the weapon and stand down." Natasha's voice spread quickly over the front gardens and the newly formed mass of kneeling people. However the agents attempt to negotiate ended in anything but agreement for Loki turned towards the Quinjet and attempted to destroy it using the high powered energy harnessed within the scepter.
Now only a couple people remained, bystanders none of which had been invited to the interrupted festivity, you could tell by the way they were dressed. This was all bothersome in the same way though, the people, the Shield agents, and now a patriotically dressed Steve Rodgers, all of it, even the civilians seemed troublesome to Red at this point. It would have looked at though she had given up on it all, walking down the front steps with her hair pinned neatly back and two stands loose on each side, not a care in the world for what had just happen, but that was an understatement.
One way or another Red would get to the Loki, whether it means exposing herself back to Shield and even in the worst case siding with them, she would get to the God and force him to ally with her. But these thoughts were interrupted by a music filled noise that had taken over the Quinjet's speaker.
"Agent Romanoff, did you miss me?" Starks robotic voice came through ACDC'S "Shoot To Thrill" and caused both the tightly dressed Captain and his opponent to look up into the sky,, leaving a large gap of silence between them and Red.
"Great distraction Stark, I might just pay you back someday." Sneaking through the corruption of music, Red made brief eye contact with Natasha, giving her a sweet menacing smile before moving the slits on either side of her dress away to disclose two carefully sharpened knifes. For a moment Red stood there, caressing each knife with her fingertips as she slid the farther up her thigh, enjoying the feeling against her skin.
"You know Romanoff, before I left I remember telling Fury to stay out of my way." Holding both blades across Loki's neck, Red stared at Natasha suggestively, showing she could very well kill the man they needed or in more drastic terms her team. But what was off about that moment was that Red couldn't remember how she got passed Stark and Rodgers, it seemed time had skipped seconds and hopefully in her favor.
"Red, drop you weapons or we will have no choice but to…" Natasha's voiced trailed off through the speakers, she was very much still threatening Red, but the elegantly dressed woman had no patients to hear any of it, instead she pulled Loki closer to her chest and whispered something in his ear.
"I have a proposition for you darling, but we will have to talk another time."Becoming conscious about the two agents now circling her and her pray, Red made her point short and sweet, and hopefully under her circumstances unforgettable.
"I look forward to it." Loki's deep voice rolled effortlessly off his tongue, he could fell the woman's hot breath sting onto his neck as her lips moved onto his skin. In any instant the God knew he could easily escape her, but something about the way she held onto him: with the two knives crossing by his throat, filled his cold body with warmth and desire.
"Look lady, I'm not sure who you are or why your protecting old reindeer games but if you don't get out of my way will personally remove you." Starks robotic voice was not enthusiastic about the last part of his threat and the sense of worry was still hidden beneath his tone, whether that worry came from seeing an attractive woman in a skimpy dress with two deadly knives was unsure.
Felling the heat of some sort of power source on the nape of her neck, Red leaned cautiously over her shoulder to find Tony holding his arm out and hand plastered and aimed at her. "Protecting…hmm." In a low growl Red pleasurably moved both knifes across Loki's neck as she spoke, " I suppose Fury hasn't taught you a damn thing… Anthony Stark." Quickly moving both hands to her side Red began to back away slowly from the God and turned towards Tony, his brightly lit beam staring her in the face.
"Steve would you mind taking care of Reindeer Games so I can put this one in her place."Tony's voice became more human as the cover of his helmet lifted, showing his tired, aching face with the accent of stubble surrounding his mouth.
"That won't be necessary Stark.." Red placed her hand on Tony's armor covered arm and began to lower it with ease. "He's all yours." Giving the Billionaire a teasing smile that showed the beginnings of her pointed teeth, Red turned away from him and began walking away with an extensive sway in her hips that caught both Steve and Tony's lingering eyes.
"Umm…Natasha, who was that?" speaking up for the first time, Steve stole the question from Tony who still seemed to follow the woman's swaying hips.
"Another time Steve." Natasha seemed worried, her voice beginning to unravel as she spoke and he gloved hands began to tremble. "We've got Loki, you go after her… Fury will want to question her later."
Steve gave Tony a sideways grin as he finished speaking with Natasha. He didn't have to say anything to know what the Billionaire was thinking about and how could he say he wasn't doing the same, a woman dressed the way she was and acting the way she did would make anyone, male or female feel just as aroused as they were.
"Did you see that dress she had on." Still in amazement, Tony skipped alongside Steve in the direction Red had been heading to. And with his luck they had found her, bending beside a stone black messenger bag that seemed to be hidden within the shrubberies.
Red let out an aggravated sigh as she toyed with the black lace at her thigh, "Look I gave you what you wanted…" clutching the bag protectively in one hand she felt for the knife under her dress and eye Tony who seemed less interested in talking then he did in her.
"Sorry ma'am, but you will have to come with us."
Okay that was chapter one (or the remake of it) I hope you enjoy and please Follow/Favorite/Review, I love hearing new opinions and ideas of my readers.
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