While working on my other fic I got an idea for a one-shot. It's obviously extremely long one-shot so...sorry about that!
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It was rare he worked with another on an assignment besides the standard Hydra cronies. With them he always had command during the mission, albeit limited. Recently he was stuck with another enhanced, a female, who his current Hydra boss Pierce had hired. He'd sneered at that. For-hire mercenaries always got in his way. He wanted to get in and get out and they always seemed to muck it up.
The first time he worked with the woman he had just gotten out of the ice and gave two shits about whom or what he worked with. He was completely emotionless, which was usually the norm, but when he was fresh from a thaw he was always much more harsh in his manner. Woe to the poor soul he was ordered to kill.
When he met Evelyn Black for the first time she'd had her hair under a beanie with face paint to match their snowy trek after their quarry. Her suit was also white and gray with fur around the collar but she had snow boots with an actual wedge heel. Jesus Christ...he'd thought. They set me up with a fucking princess.
On their mission they were ordered to take out as many targets as needed, silently, to reach their elimination goal. She'd laughed and called the main target their "golden goose". It was annoying. Despite the Soldier's lack of enthusiasm for their partnership, they'd worked surprisingly well together. One huge negative he came away with though, was that she had no sense of personal space.
Evelyn would stand close at his back or get under his aiming arm for a look, always with some sort of commentary. "You're too low," or "Huh. Sure about that?"
She pissed him off so badly he accidently crushed the scope of his rifle after she judged yet another shot.
Only after the mission was over and he was sitting in his cell alone did he realize how much of a rise she actually got out him. The woman got real emotion from the Winter Soldier, even if it was anger and annoyance. He was a cold bastard, but he was also reminded of something that he'd long forgotten- he was a red blooded male and he could appreciate the curves attached to the annoying female.
The next time they worked together was a complete surprise on his end. The mission details would be given at the rendezvous location. He'd walked into the casino hotel room, expecting it to be empty, only to hear water running. He pulled his gun and moved into the corner. He was already pissed he wasn't able to wear his mask for the trek through the hotel and it made him anxious. Uncomfortable or not, this trespasser would die.
The bathroom door opened and when he went to turn the corner a pair of hands grabbed his gun. They grappled a moment before he heard a familiar voice shouting at him.
"Shit, stop!"
He halted for an instant to really look and it was that annoying woman again with a turban on her head. He practically snarled as he pushed away to holster his gun.
"Jesus Christ, man." She said and walked over to the table where there was an open bottle of whiskey. She poured two fingers on ice from the bucket and drank. "Didn't they tell you I'd be here? Fuck!"
He just looked at her as she took the turban down- towel he noticed belatedly. Damp red hair fell over her shoulder and he realized she was wearing a robe. "They didn't tell me you'd be here this early either, so I guess shame on both of the idiots who gave our orders. We're going out."
"Out?" he ground out.
"Yes, out," she snapped back. "I grabbed booze. Fucking have some, it'll do us both some good."
She didn't expect him to stride forward and snatch the glass she just refilled. When he drank it in one go she raised a brow at his action. "Well well, didn't think you drank."
"They never told me not to."
She couldn't tell if he made a joke or he was being totally serious, though she suspected the later. "Ha, well it's nice to see there's a face behind the mask at least."
And oh was there, she thought. His icy blue eyes were serious as ever but his face was incredibly handsome. Hell might even look soft if he ever relaxed or smiled. Fat chance she knew, but still. At least her view had improved since their last mission. Speaking of...
"Obviously they told you very little about this whole thing, so to reiterate yes we are going out." She said and looked at the clock then turned to dig through a bag nearby. Far as he could tell it just had clothing in it.
"I thought I'd receive more info once I arrived. Phone or packet." He said, annoyance clear in his tone.
"There is a packet," she said and pointed an untouched manila folder on the table. "Try not to strangle me after you read it."
He took a glance at the whiskey bottle, wondering if he'd need a refill for this. He decided against it and relinquished the glass, which she refilled generously and took a sip before setting it down. She left him to the information and walked back to the bathroom.
With her gone he lifted the paperwork out of the folder and instantly wanted to walk in after her, choking her like she asked him not to do. Bodyguard. Back up. She was the boss of this mission focusing infiltration and elimination of the target and his files on Hydra. The soldier was to follow her orders.
Pissed he looked up as she stepped out of the bathroom. Her robe was gone now and she wore a long black dress with slits up the front, revealing her pale legs when she moved.
Evie caught his eye and sighed. "At least you didn't strangle me." She moved up close, once again invading his bubble, as she flipped through the open packet of papers. She landed on a face and tapped on it. "Peirce wants him dead, mostly because he touched something that doesn't belong to him. Rather a who that doesn't belong to him." On the next page there was a women with blonde hair and big tits who looked like the standard trophy wife many of the Hydra officials carted around on their arms.
He was already rolling his eyes and she sympathized. "I know. All this for touching someone else's toy. But that's not why I'm here." She moved back to the target's photo and practically ground her manicured black nail into it. "This fine piece of shit right here needs to die. He's a human trafficker specializing in women and he doesn't bat an eye at luring in underage girls."
The soldier didn't bother himself with issues like that and he honestly didn't even care. However, the fact she clearly did care at all was interesting to him. Mercenaries only killed for the money, yet it seemed she was there purely for blood. He could handle blood. Blood was red and simple and it did one thing around him; it spilled.
Deciding the mission would be easier if they were on the same page he agreed. "Alright. I'll follow your lead."
She smiled up at him and held her hand out. "Evie." His thumb twitched, but he did allow himself to shake hers. "Call me Evie, James."
He felt something practically click in his brain at the name. "What did you say?"
"The packet said use the name James." She said, seeing his confusion and wondering why the hick up. He'd used names before on missions when needed. His history was made available to some operatives and she was granted it because Peirce wanted the target to suffer a little before dying. That meant she required every advantage in killing another Hydra official, a high level one at that.
"Would you like me to call you something else?" she offered, though the solider shrugged and shook his head.
"No. James is fine."
"Alright then, James. Lets kill this fucker."
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He wasn't sure he'd been in a casino before but he knew for certain he'd never been walking through one in civilian clothing with the goal of trailing a woman to protect her without raising suspicion. Evie had dried her hair before they left and brushed on a bit of makeup. She was surprisingly efficient with her time and was the one pushing to hit their time frames. Evie had the target's schedule memorized and was extremely focused on his movements.
She revealed that she had been trailing the Hydra official for a week and knew he'd be spending some time at this casino, on the personal hunt for fresh bodies to add to his lineup of forced prostitution victims. His goons were always close by to nab the unsuspecting women, always dazzled by the show of money and free booze.
The soldier, or rather James, already knew she was a good looking woman- you'd have to be blind to not see it- but he didn't realize how attractive she was to the opposite sex until he had to constantly watch for the roving hands of men as she passed by. Hell he already broke three fingers in ten minutes. Countless male eyes followed her and while it made him edgy, she still had to get to the damn target. Fuck this mission.
Evie finally got into the area where they knew she'd be tracked if she were deemed a good candidate. While he went to the bar to sip on a drink and glance over the crowd, she picked up the brightest drink she could, a green appletini. After a wink at him she headed toward the dance floor and made sure she got noticed, but was careful not to make a scene.
James had to give it to her, she was subtle but knew just what to do to earn looks. The skin of her bare shoulders glowed under the changing lights that matched the beat. The flash of her legs caught the looks of any man nearby, and her hair looked liquid in the dark. Unsurprising, it took barely any time at all before the target himself approached her. The man took her empty glass and it was replaced immediately.
After a few drinks in the corner booth with the target she was clearly exaggerating her speech. He wondered belatedly if she couldn't hold her liquor, so when she stood up with a laugh and headed to the bathroom he went down that dimly lit hallway to intercept her.
He busted the light in the payphone alcove and snatched her arm when she was walking past. Evie didn't seem surprised as he dragged her in close and she looked up expectantly. Her nearness and the couple of drinks in his system lowered his general rigidness and he allowed himself to enjoy the curves of her body pressing into his.
"Hi James." She breathed.
God that fucking name did things to his system. It sounded perfect on her red lips. "Will you have the target set for elimination?" he said robotically, contradicting his hands moving lower over her back.
Her eyes looked bright despite the dimness of the hallway as she leaned into him. "I don't think I put a gun back there."
"Sure you didn't hide a knife or something?"
"I'm not sure," she said coyly. "Better double check."
Orders given, he shoved her back into the dark corner and ran his hands from her back, down over her hips. Her breath caught in her chest as his palms ran up under her ribcage and over the sides of her breasts. Her swore her eyes were glowing.
"Anything?" She sounded like she'd been running and the breathless word brought up something carnal within him. His metal arm wrapped around her waist while the flesh and blood fingers of his hand grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her neck.
"Might have something," he growled and they practically crashed together into a feral kiss. Something pricked his tongue but they continued, as if they were fighting. Her blunt fingers dug into the skin of his neck where they snaked in over his jacket, through his cotton shirt. The slight pain wasn't unpleasant and it drew a groan from his chest.
Someone dashed by down the hallway and it broke them of the sexual haze, though they were slow to separate.
Cheekily, she said, "Find anything, James?"
He slapped his hands above her shoulders by her head and pressed in to crowd her. "Didn't find anything."
The tinkle of her laugh met his ears and she said, "Good because I bet that asshole is gonna send someone over if I don't go back soon."
That said she ducked under his arm and headed back out, leaving James wondering if he bit her or if she did because he got the coppery taste of blood in his mouth.
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Evie was invited up into the target's suite and James had to follow the hard way, rappelling down to cover her via the window. His view was bad at first, but when he got into position he saw her wandering the room, inspecting objects. Her eyes rose and met his through the glass before she turned back to the target who had stepped up behind her.
Some shuffling from above where he'd tied his line alerted him and the soldier readied to drop before it was cut. His metal hand crunched into the material of the building as he fell, holding fast before some men busted out onto the balcony. He reached up and grabbed one by the shirt to throw him over the ledge before snatching the throat of another, using the man's weight to pull himself over. He snapped that one's neck when he was done. Several others got him cornered and he would have been fine had he not been stabbed in the side with a knife able to stun.
James hit a knee and was wrapped quickly with wire binding before getting dragged into the living area of the suite. He could have gotten out of it easily and only allowed it to happen so he wouldn't get Evie killed. Unsurprisingly, he spotted her being held with a knife to her throat.
"So Pierce really put the Asset into play. For me? Hell he even called in Black. She's expensive." James clenched his fists behind his back but otherwise showed nothing.
"Pierce wasn't the only one after you." Evie said, drawing the attention of the target holding the knife to her neck.
"Oh really?" He responded. "And who would else would want me dead for grabbing Pierce's blonde bimbo?"
"Not her." She said, watching James' face from across the room. He knew her eyes had started to change from green to red. Come to think of it, he never did get more on her status as an enhanced person besides the fact she was one. What card was she hiding?
"You have blood on your hands," she continued as the her eyes really did begin to glow, like a feral wolf in the brush. "I'm here to take the same as payment."
Evie moved as a blur. She grabbed the knife, snapped the bastard's wrist and spun in his arms. James couldn't see but he saw her head dive into the corner of the officer's neck and he began screaming.
Taking that as a cue, James leapt to his feet, snapping the bindings around his arms before attacking the men at either side. One went down with ease while the other actually had training. They grappled a bit with hand to hand before James hit him hard in the neck and he went down.
By the time he turned around, the target was on floor with blood gushing from his jugular. The man gapped up at the woman who just destroyed him while she stood there watching him die.
"Evie."
She turned and looked at him, eyes no longer glowing nor red, though there was blood staining around her mouth. "You said my name." He could see what looked like fangs as she spoke. Her hand came to wipe at the blood and she looked at it with a sigh. "Well shit, my buzz is gone." He said nothing as she took a few steps over to the bar of the suite.
"Guess you've seen what I can do." She murmured and grabbed a napkin to clean her face. "Not even Hydra knows what I am- and they've hired me for years."
"And what is that?" James said as he stepped forward, though he glanced over the area quickly before focusing back on the woman. "What are you?"
"How about: biological mistake? Ancient monster? Non-sparkly version." When he frowned in response she shrugged. "Vampire is the simplest and probably most universal term."
He nearly rolled his eyes but looked down at their target, now dead on the plush carpet. "I'm supposed to believe you killed him by drinking his blood?"
"No way, I just took enough to get him to really start bleeding out. Though going for his jugular that was easy to do... I also apparently drank enough to dilute my blood stream. I'm sober now. Hence why I'm pouring a victory glass. Also I need to clean out the taste- creep tasted like shit."
"Are you compromising the mission like this?" he said and took the glass she handed him.
"No. If you pull his hand away from his neck it'll look like he got ripped into with a really mean hunting knife. Take my advice, biting into skin is hard to perfect. It's easy to shred with these." She pointed at her teeth and they elongated before his eyes. They weren't just the sharp pair he expected of a stereotypical vampire. She had a row of sharp incisors as well as imposing canines on both the upper and lower jaws.
"If I want it to hurt, it will." She said, watching him. James didn't show any emotion, just observed. It was slightly unnerving to see such lack of reaction at her reveal, and she was an accomplished killer. Very few people knew what she was and this guy didn't even bat an eye.
"You don't seem bothered." She said and he shrugged before tossing back his whiskey.
"I've met some enhanced before. Can't say I've seen this," he motioned to teeth and nodded at the dead target. "But he's dead and you're not."
She smiled and held up the bottle. "One more before we wipe all the data on his hard drive?"
Wordlessly he slid the glass over.
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James was better with computers than her so he took on the task of wiping encrypted emails and logging into password-protected systems with Hydra files.
"I don't know why we just don't take this damn thing with," she said over his shoulder. She was back to personal space busting but he wasn't as bothered. Unsurprising due to their confirmed chemistry from the hallway incident. Her forearms were resting on his shoulders.
"I'd rather do that, but the police will be called when they find the bodies." He groused. "This laptop contains information to his other dealings."
"So you're leaving that evidence." She finished, approving. Just when she was about to look away she spotted a curious looking file. "Wait one damn second...he has a file for porn."
He made a huff of annoyance and she smirked at him. "I'd be mad too if I didn't get access to it on a regular basis either."
His fingers halted on the keyboard and he looked over his shoulder, clearly annoyed but also clearly interested in what she just said. "What?"
"Oh yeah," Evie murmured and moved to sit on the desk, clearly amused by his curiosity of her admitted personal life. Typical male. She turned the monitor her way a little and saw the icons of the videos on the outside of the folder. "Looks like he liked girl on girl stuff, which is unsurprising considering his line of work on the side..."
"What do you like?"
The question caught Evie off guard though it was a pleasant surprise. She leaned back on one arm and adjusted herself so she could cross her legs, baring the pale skin under her skirt. The movement rubbed her bare foot over a leg of his slacks and rested there. When she finally returned her eyes to his face, he had pinned with intense eyes. They held her with a heavy, expectant look.
Evie took a breath, not realizing she'd been holding it and said quietly, "I like you." Those three words sealed her fate.
His chair flew back, slamming into the glass behind. She didn't hear it shatter as her skull hit the desk when he slammed her onto it. Her nails dug into his shirt as she dragged him fully on top of her and they fought for dominance in their kiss. Her moans urged him on as he lifted his hands under her skirt, simply ripping the material of her underwear away. He had his mouth on her neck as his fingers entered her.
Evie squirmed as his digits explored her roughly. She couldn't resist taking a nip at his ear and he groaned, grinding his hips into hers as he lifted a thumb to her clit. "Oh god," she hissed, and enjoyed the sensations of his body possessing her own.
Feeling she'd been distracted long enough, Evie began reaching for the waist of his pants. Her legs wrapped tight around his hips and she dragged herself closer to fight both his belt and the depth of his exploring fingers. When he flexed them and added one more she bowed.
"James," she practically snarled as he teased her clit once more before withdrawing his fingers. She hissed at the loss but didn't suffer it long before his metal hand took a fistful of her hair and he guided his cock inside her.
He groaned at the tight fit while she sighed with relief, her nails raking down his back. "Fuck."
Evie laughed softly at the reverence in his voice, though his first hard shove of his hips silenced her. "Oh," she gasped before he set a fast pace. She met him, thrust for thrust, each hungry for what the other offered.
When their lack of bodily contact frustrated him, he made a switch without sacrificing their deep angle. He lifted her suddenly, thrusting up as he gripped her thighs. Her cry of approval drove him faster as her chest pressed into his and nuzzled his neck.
"James," she sighed, "I need,"
He didn't have to wonder what she meant. He grit his teeth, trying to fight back the fast rising orgasm as he ground out, "Do it."
With permission granted Evie opened her mouth wide, fangs flashing in the dim light as she bit down on the junction between his shoulder and neck. He expected the pain but he did not expect the sharp stab of lust accompanying it. Hell, hearing the satisfaction rumble in her throat and the tightening of her core had him gripping her hips tight. He would leave bruises, but he didn't care.
Evie released him suddenly; her head lolling back as he forced himself to slow their pace. He watched her smile with his blood coating her teeth and he felt a thrill of excitement. She seemed wild and her eyes looked feral as she looked upon him.
"James...I want you on your back."
Without hesitation, he headed back out toward the living area. He avoided the master bedroom and kicked in the door of a room down the hallway. Her laughter pulled a slight grin from him and she sighed.
"I knew you'd be hot with a smile." Of course he stopped it immediately, but she'd seen it.
James withdrew from her reluctantly and she seemed to feel the same, whining at the loss. He set her on her feet and she pressed him on the bed to watch. As she lifted off her dress, his breath caught in his throat. James hadn't seen a naked woman, one for him, in...he couldn't remember when. His fists tightened involuntarily and she noticed the action.
Evie raised a hand to his face and threaded her fingers through his hair. "Watch me," she demanded and turned around to remove her bra, offering him a show of her bare ass and the obvious marks he'd left on her. Seeing them built something dark and possessive in his chest.
She felt his demanding hands on her hips and she relished the feel of his calloused hands. Evie turned in his grasp and laid her forearms over his shoulders. With her breasts in his face he dragged her down on top of him, snagging a nipple in his mouth. His thumb rubbed the opposite one and she moaned her approval before fighting to remove his jacket. He allowed her to take off his shirt as well before he dragged her over him and lied back.
Her hair curtained them as she leaned up and positioned herself over his hips. With a little help from her hands guiding him back in, he thrust up hard, filling her once more. He caught her off guard again with the pain and pleasure of being filled so suddenly, but this time she had more control. She was able to tease him a little with her pace. It was clear he wanted it hard and fast as he tried grasping her hips in a way to urge her quicker.
"Move," he demanded.
Evie ignored his urging and instead took her sweet time, running her nails over his chest and leaning forward to grip his hair. Momentarily distracted by breasts in his face, he removed a hand from her hip and grabbed at them.
Though she was sure he hadn't had sex in a very long time, Evie was amazed at how much he affected her. When his other hand rolled up her back and brought her chest against his, she practically purred. His warm hand rose to cup her neck, bringing her close as he leaned his head against hers. It looked as if he was grounding himself, eyes closed and breathing heavy. The action turned her insides to mush and she wondered how in the hell she was going to give this man up.
"James," she murmured and he was shaken from the momentary rest. The next instant she was on her back and he'd taken over.
They fucked with urgency, clawing at one another as they both neared their peaks. Evie's orgasm slowly built and her body grew tight, like a drawn bowstring as she chased it. "Oh god," she whined as he pressed a hand beneath her breasts and watched her writhe.
Feeling her body and watching her was swiftly becoming too much to bear, but he held back. Only once she seemed to snap, her moan turning to a needy scream while she tightened all around him, did he finally succumb to his own release.
"Fuck," he growled, clinging to her as her own limbs tried to pull him close. He couldn't remember a single moment that felt so good or he felt so warm despite her unusually cool skin. He wished it wouldn't end, but it had to. Already their time was on a countdown.
Still, neither of them moved for a minute and when they did, he rolled off and dragged her with, tossing an arm over her shoulder
"Wow," she breathed against his chest and he started smirking.
"Yeah." It really had been wow.
She leaned up and inspected the bite she made, smiling. "Now that is a good one."
"Better than the other guy?"
She laughed at him and nodded. "Oh yeah. See the difference is, I like you."
"Coulda fooled me."
Evie shook her head at his subdued way of joking. It was nice. "I'm not going to forget this, James."
He didn't have to reply; she already knew he would probably not remember this after his next time in the chair. She'd known that information from his file and while it made her angry that anyone was treated that way, there was really nothing she could do.
He threaded his hands through her hair, looking content. "I'd give anything to remember." He said softly. Hearing those words fucking broke her heart. They both knew there was no way he would.
"Hey," she said and climbed back on top of him. Seeing her naked with slight bruising from his rough hands stirred his cock once more.
"Yeah?" he said, grasping her hips.
"I want to bite you." She murmured, catching the lustful look in his eyes. "One more time."
James dragged her down for a kiss, tasting blood again. This time he knew it wasn't his, though it hardly mattered. His hands maneuvered her hips, adjusting her to him, as she moved her mouth down to the first bite she'd given him. Her tongue rasped over the mark quickly before she moved to his opposite shoulder.
As he speared her with his cock once more she bit down, though this time it was much less painful than before. Evie drew only a little blood before releasing him, as she got carried away with the sensations of his rapid thrusting. "You know we should finish- ah- wiping the data."
"Later." He hissed at her ear and when she tried to resist, he bit her right under it. After that, any protest died in her throat and when he made a particularly deep thrust she wondered what she was arguing for anyway.
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The mission had been completed. He was no longer James, though when she kissed him goodbye before they left their original hotel room that's what she'd called him. The entire goodbye felt bittersweet.
Despite knowing he was going to get grilled and have it placed in his record that the mission had taken much longer than estimated to complete, he enjoyed those final minutes with her. Hell he delayed even further to make sure she made it out okay.
Once they'd got back to the room, Evie grabbed her single bag and quickly removed the rumpled dress, tossing it in. She dragged on shorts and a worn t-shirt that said, "I play with my prey" before tossing some sandals on the floor. He didn't even try being subtle as he watched her pack, nor as she got dressed. Maybe some small piece of her would be etched in his memory.
They didn't touch each other once they left the room. Together they walked out through the lobby and she beelined for the valet booth. Once there she handed the attendant her ticket and turned to look up at him. She seemed relaxed, but he could tell she was trying hard to look that way. He didn't have the luxury of showing emotion out here.
"I guess this is it." She said as a black Tesla rolled up beside them.
He just nodded in response, but she stepped up close and held out her hand. It felt strange shaking it so calmly when only an hour before she was on her back beneath him. He almost smirked, had to force it down, but she caught the edge of it.
"Gotta go." She said as she headed around the car, her sandals slapping the pavement as she went. She slid into the open door and he backed up, ready to disappear, when she lowered the window of her car.
"Oh! Don't bother using Neosporin on that wound." She said, clearly trying to contain a laugh as he set his hand on the hood. He leaned down to look at her. "I'm thinking it'll probably scar."
He frowned in confusion but took a second to try absorbing the image of her sitting in the pricey vehicle with grungy clothes and heavily mussed hair. Her lively green eyes held his as she started the car. "Take care of yourself, James." She said and watched him for a moment before putting the Tesla into gear and hitting the gas. The sleek black vehicle hummed away, quickly and quietly into the night.
When he was back at the compound and they conducted the debriefing procedure, an assistant documented any injuries on his person. He had the knife wound in his side and a bruise on his ribcage. He expected them to call out the two bite marks but they only mentioned the last one she'd given him. He'd told them it was marks from a stun gun, thinking about the row of sharp teeth. No way they'd believe that, but they didn't question. Later when he could check himself in a bathroom mirror, there was only the one bite- the last one she made. He wasn't sure how she'd done it, but the first was completely gone while the bite that remained only had two small pricks. Guess she liked him.
After a week, long after he'd healed from everything else thanks to the effects of the serum, that small bite she gave him remained. They added it to his list of scars after that.
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That was fun to write and kinda steamy. If there's enough interest I would probably go for a two-shot or maybe more. Currently playing with the idea of a longer fic or just a few chapters to wrap up their story in a bow.
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