It all started in a local tavern called тайно следить сердце, or better know as The Shadow Heart. The Shadow Heart was a neutral tavern, that didn't care who you were or what you did as long as you left all those titles and fights outside it's doors. It was a popular place for villains to go and one of Red's favorite places to drink away his troubles.

He was in the middle of doing so when an all too familiar man sat next to him at the bar. White hair,emerald eyes and dressed to impress In an emerald and black suit with a grey jacket, Super Secret Agent Nigel smiled at him.

"Is this seat taken?"

Red scowled into his glass of vodka, as the spy sat down without waiting for an answer. His scowl only grew when the spy ordered a glass of tea with lemon. Seeing the look the Bartender- Jack- was giving the older man Red decided to speak up and save them all a headache and a half.

"Just give him a glass of whiskey, Jack."

Jack gave a brief nod and had a glass of whiskey and it's bottle in front of the spy in seconds before moving on to the next customer. Red, himself, went back to trying to ignore the spy. Sadly, Fate and Nigel- mostly Nigel- wasn't having it.

Red could feel his annoyance growing as the British spy kept invading his personal space until it was at the point of where the spy was hanging over his shoulder like a cloak. Damn Lightweight, one bottle of whiskey and the spy was completely wasted. Red's scowl grew as a hand slipped inside his coat and ran over his shirt. His eye twitched as it went a Little too low for his taste.

Crash!

Red ignored the looks he briefly received as he stood over the down spy, his broken bottle grip tightly in his hand. He tossed his shattered bottle into the nearby trash can, mumbling to himself about having to waste perfectly good vodka on the spy before sitting back in his stool and ordering another bottle, while using Nigel's limp form as a footstool.

It was around Midnight when Red finally left The Shadow Heart, supporting an unconscious Nigel through the streets and to is hotel room. He had half a mind to put the spy in some dirty alley and leave him there but another part of Red's mind told him the least he could do for the spy was insure he had a place to sleep for the night and since everything else was closed, Red figured he could dump the spy on his couch or something. He ignored the brief looks he got as he half carried half dragged the heavier man into his room.

Uncaringly he tossed the spy onto his couch and headed for the shower.

All it took was a quick hot shower and a change of clothes for Red to feel a lot better. At least to the point of where the world wasn't treating to tip on its side and take him with it. Grabbing a spare cover from the hallway closet, Red went to cover up the spy.

Only to find the couch deserted.

Instantly, every instinct Red gad was on alert. He was just about to start looking for the Super Secret Agent when something pressed against the back of his head and a soft Click filled the air.

Red froze on the spot, recognizing the sound for what it was, the hammer of a gun being pulled back.

"Drop the cover... Hic... and put your...Hic... hands where I can...Hic...see them, Red."

Great, the drunkard had a gun. Why the hell didn't he check Nigel for a weapon before getting a shower? Mentally cursing his lapse of good judgement, Red let the cover fall to his feet and raised his hands so Nigel could see them. The last thing he needed or wanted was for the drunk spy to blow any holes in him.

"Good."

Nigel's voice was slurred but at least he hand stopped hiccuping.

" Hands behind...your back, Red. Palms...facing me. "

Scowling the Russian did as told, making a mental note to next time he had an unconscious Nigel loaded on him he would drop the older man into the sewer system. he felt the cold metal of handcuffs tighten painfully around his wrists before the gun was taken from the back of his head.

Hands firmly gripped the handcuffs chain before Red found himself being led into the back room by a slightly stumbling spy, who was softly giggling to himself about something or another.

The back room was actually Red's bedroom. The room itself was scarcely decorated; a few items here and there, a couple of suits and a trench coat in the closet. Crimson sheets on the bed was black pillows. All and all it was quiet a modest room but it was perfect for Red. His favorite part about the room had been the view of a nearby snow covered forest that was clear as day from the room's only window.

"You know, I never...figured you to be...the modest type."

Red rolled his eye at Nigel's obvious disappointment. Clearly the spy had expected more but Red liked his current home the way it. He really didn't care about Nigel's obvious expectations. He liked it like this as it reminded him of home.

"It's a good thing your opinion doesn't matter then."

"It doesn't?"

Even though he knew Nigel couldn't see, Red gave the spy his best serious look and spoke firmly.

"No."

The Russian swore he could see the pout he heard in Nigel's voice.

"Do you always have to be so cruel to me? Would it kill you to be nice for a change?"

Red's eye twitched. Nice? He had been nice when he brought Nigel here and now look where it got him.

"Sit."

Nigel gestured to the bed but the Russian stayed on his feet. His lone eye never leaving the gun pointed in his face.

"I'd rather stand."

Slightly clouded emerald eyes stared at him in disbelief, but Red didn't care. It was bad enough he had been caught by a drunk in his current home. There was no way his pride would survive listening to orders like a well trained puppy.

"I've got a load gun in your face."

Nigel pointed out causing Red to roll his eye.

"So?"

Nigel's disbelief grew and Red was tempted to laugh at the look the older man was giving him.

"I could shot you."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious. It's not like I would have ever figured that out if you hadn't pointed it out."

Nigel's eyes narrowed, picking up on Red's obvious sarcasm. With an frustrated huff the Spy pushed the Russian onto the bed, only for Red to be up and standing a moment later. So he pushed the villain down again but yet again Red was on his feet in a matter of seconds.

After a few more times, Nigel had enough and tackled the Russian villain to the bed, using his superior weight to keep the younger man down.

"You get up again and I'll shot you."

Red just huffed in annoyance, but stayed down causing Nigel to give a relieved sigh.

Nigel it turned out cuddled in his sleep and Red, unfortunately, was the only thing nearby for the spy to cuddle with. Red had tried moving away from the spy multiple times but the older man had a death grip on the Russian villain, refusing to lose his source of warmth. If that wasn't bad enough, Nigel apparently suffered from a case of Wondering Hands. Red tried to ignore it but the moment a hand tried dipping past his pants-line Red had officially had enough. A strong kick sent Nigel tumbling off the bed and to the floor when only seconds later a low groan came from.

Emerald eyes locked on Red as Nigel pulled himself off the floor.

"What was that for?"

Red's eye twitched and if he could have, Red would have strangled the older man then and there.

Turns out waking up Nigel wasn't such a good idea, especially when he realized who had the upper hand. With a smirk and emerald eyes ablaze, Nigel closed in on the vernalable villain.

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