Hello Again everybody! I'm writing this because xdarkxoxnightx . tumblr post/30607015343#notes-container (just get rid of the spaces around the periods and add a . com) and I thought it was a cool idea. I haven't seen Mission Impossible in a really long time so sorry if some of my facts are off. Thank you for reading!
Rated M because there will be smut in future chapters- although this chapter I would rate T
Most of the team are my OCs sorry if they bother you but hey they work
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Marvel or Mission Impossible
A faint sweet smell surrounded the two of them. He ran his rough hands against her soft delicate skin. Their lips brushed, loving and desperate. He could hear her giggle, nervously happy, a tantalizing sound. She pushed up closer to him, shoving sheets out of the way as her lips met his once again. He moaned, she was so perfect and right at his finger tips. He dragged her legs back around him, needing to be with her once more. Her green eyes flicked into his; she was his...
William Brandt woke up, a feverish sweat covering his body. He rubbed his head, for the last five years this woman has haunted his dreams. This beautiful, red headed, wonderful, warm, woman was all he thought about. "Good morning," he mumbled, glancing under his sheets at his member. He sighed, this happened every time. The only thing he could do was take a cold shower.
After a quick shower to clean up and calm down his member, he emerged from the bathroom to the sound of pounding on his door. He rolled his eyes this new team was a pain in the ass. There was something abrasive about this team, something that just didn't fit. He knew what a functional team... partnership, was supposed to be like, and this was not it.
"Get dressed, Brandt, we have a long day ahead of us," Jennifer Rasher barged through his door, her eyes lingering a little too long on his naked figure. "Maybe you've been distracted, Willy," She looked down between his legs, clearly not saying his name, "But we're breaking into a top secret organization, remember?"
Brandt blushed, uncomfortable around his partner. She had this horrible tendency to completely disregard boundaries.
"You've been briefed, I assume?" Jenny Rasher, the most condescending woman Will Brandt has ever met.
Brandt nodded, quickly throwing on his boxers and pants. "Did you get our equipment?"
She shrugged and took off into his bathroom, "Should be in the car, come on, slow poke" She wiped the traced of Brandt from the room and walked out. Brandt rolled his eyes, isn't she a walk in the park.
"Infamous weapons dealer, known only by the letter Z, is in Budapest," Brandt leaned his head against the wall of the van. His team sat listening to Jenny Rasher reiterate the mission. The team was composed of four people, Brant, Rasher, a ginger named George Hanish, the hacker, and an operative named Sierra Walsh. "IMF knows for sure he will be at a party with the Hungary elite-" Hanish chuckled, everyone rolled their eyes. "We will take him out and find his base of operations. Clear?" Rasher finished without skipping a beat.
"This sounds too easy," Walsh breathed, she knew the hard part was coming.
"We received Intel that there was another group interested in capturing Z, we need to beat them to it," Rasher said, arms folded.
"And there it is," Walsh groaned.
Rasher threw a dress at Walsh, "I need you to hack into the surveillance, George, no one can know we're there. The other agency may have the surveillance tapped. They can't see us; we don't know if they are hostile."
"Well who are they?" Hanish demanded, only half paying attention. Walsh was changing into a dress.
Rasher fumbled through her files a little, "We're not sure who they are but we did get the abbreviation S.H.I.E.L.D."
Explosions rattled his ears, "Come on, Clint," a soft whisper, pushing his lips into a smile. He drew his arm back and sent one shot directly hitting the enemy. He turned to the green-eyed woman, she smirked at him.
"Will," Rasher insisted, "Focus, we need you."
Brandt snapped back towards Rasher. She handed him a nicer suit, "suit up," Brandt laughed somehow those words were familiar. He stripped just as Walsh had done before and as Rasher was doing now. They changed clothes quickly, the mission only fifteen minutes away. The group sat in silence, with the exceptions of the beeping coming from a computer because of whatever Hanish was doing.
Brandt was about to button his shirt when he heard, "How did you get that scar?" Walsh eyed Brandt's chest, following a dent in his chest, gruesome yet clean.
"I'm sorry, Clint," The phrase rang through Brandt's head like a distant whisper. Brandt turned his head to Walsh gingerly, expecting to see the green-eyed firecracker of a woman. "What?" he demanded.
"I said I'm sorry," Walsh apologized, "I didn't know it was a touchy subject," It be honest it wasn't. The scar had been there for as long as Brandt could remember. He touched two fingers to the scar, "I've always had it," the air stiffened, for some reason the words felt like a lie. Awkward silence fell around the group again as Brandt finished putting on his suit.
"Ready?" Rasher looked elegant and delicate in her aqua silk dress. She smiled, dangerously reassuring, "Lets get this party started," The car door slid open to the sight of the back of a building. "Well I was not expecting this," Hanish bemused.
"We can't very well go to the front in a beat up black van, now can we?" Walsh jokingly punched Hanish on the shoulder, he made an 'ow' sound and insulted Walsh who in turn fired her own insults back, they were basically an old married couple. Rasher and Brandt laughed.
Whatever Brandt expected the ballroom to look like, it was not this. Book selves lined the walls, a smooth jazz band in the corner, cute tables rested along the two longer walls, small cute candles the only thing on them. Now as much as this looked like a cute book shop from a romantic comedy this was still a sizable ballroom. Thousands of people swam in this sea of make up and designer clothing.
"Tell me again how we are going to find this Z guy?" Brandt's eyes scanning faces and body typed across the room to see if he could find a match.
"Look for a brooch of a lion," Rasher explained.
"Do you realize how unhelpful that is?" Hanish was almost more annoying in an earpiece than he was normally.
"Just be quite an watch out backs, George," Rasher placed her hand on Brandt's arm, "Sierra, are you in place?" Walsh let out a soft grunt and Brandt and Rasher started to walk around and mingle.
After a few minutes they heard, "I've spotted him, your six o'clock," Walsh waited a few seconds, "Do I approach?"
"No, he doesn't respond to other people's advances," Rasher turned to Brandt, "Sorry I forgot I had to do this," Rasher pressed her lips to his, rather forcefully. Brandt pushed against her arms to no avail. Her tongue slipped trough his teeth for just a moment before she lowered herself from him.
"Jenny, what the hell-" Brandt hissed only to be interrupted by a man wearing an ornamented lion brooch.
"I'd hate to cut in but may I have a dance with this lovely lady?" Z spoke to Brandt but he faced Rasher, cutting off the line of sight between the two. Z was a tall man, six foot two at least, he had curly brown-red hair, perhaps he was Scottish. He extended his hand towards Rasher she drew out her most flirtatious smile and let herself be taken by the man to the dance floor.
"I'm glad she only told us half of the plan," Walsh whispered appearing behind Brandt.
Brandt shook his head, shaking off the kiss, "Now we just have to wait, I'll go into position, try to spot out the competition."
Walsh nodded as Brandt excused himself to the restroom. He actually just went to lay in wait in the hall.
She giggled a broad smile across her face which he had barely seen in all his year of knowing her. She sat in a relatively conservative dress considering what she normally wore, what she normally had to wear. They were only in a simple book cafe, drinking coffee and talking. They sat at a round table a small candle flickering between them. Maybe this is what you would call a date. If it really was a date it was the first one he had been on since joining S.H.E.I.L.D. Besides after meeting this woman, why would he want to date anyone else?
"This corridor is exceptionally beautiful," Rasher said down the hall, Brandt's cue. He pounced into action. Brandt swiftly nailed the guy behind the legs and brought him to his knees.
"Hello Mr. Z, meet my gun," Brandt breathed quietly, "Now come with me quietly and I will not shoot."
Z stood and Brandt took him to the back, to the van where Hansih lay in wait. Rasher stayed behind to pull Walsh out before anything got messier.
"What are you doing here?" A woman with with shoulder length red hair scowled.
"Well hello there," Rasher smirked, she knew that voice. She knew it very well, "I assume you saw the whole show do down?"
The woman tensed, "What's Clint doing here?"
"I don't know who you're talking about," Rasher teased.
"What are you and," the woman hesitated, "William Brandt doing in Budapest with Z?" She hissed his name.
"My partner and I are in Budapest for official business. What are you, Natalia Romanova, the Black Widow, going to do about it?" Rasher circled Romanoff like a hawk. Rasher knew that Romanoff was thinking, she knew the worst possible scenarios were running through her head. She knew what her kiss with Brandt made Romanoff think. "We really should get George to be a better look out," Rasher taunted, the Black Widow had seen exactly what Rasher had wanted her to. No more, no less.
"Oh! Sierra, we really must go to the restroom," Walsh looked skeptically to the two women as Rasher sauntered towards her.
"Why are you talking like that?" Walsh asked, sharp as always.
"It was great to see you again, Natie," Rasher laughed lightly and dragged Walsh from the scene, leaving a pissed off spider by herself.
"It had to be Budapest," Romanoff hissed, "It just had to be."
Who is William Brandt? What happened between this green-eyed firecracker of a woman and Brandt? What REALLY happened in Budapest?
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