"Are you sure doing business with this guy is a good idea?" Bronte asked as she sat with Ulysses, alone in an ambulance, waiting on their signal.
He looked at her, grabbing her hand, "What's got you worried? You have a good read on people, Love, I always trust your instincts," he added, complimenting her work.
She shrugged in return, "I can't put my finger on it but there's just something strange about a kid from Oakland, CA, regardless of his impressive background, knowing about vibranium like this. These items are old, not like Captain America's shield, and it just seems like only someone from Wakanda would know about it," she replied, "That's all."
He thought over her words and took a deep breath, "Let's make the grab and then we can reassess future partnerships. Will you be focused today or do you need to stay out here?" he was concerned her head might not be in the right place.
Bronte shook her head, "I'm good and you know I'm not going to let you go anywhere I can't back you up."
He leaned over and kissed her forehead just as their signal sounded. They exited the ambulance and got the stretcher out of the back with a 'first aid bag' and made their way into the museum. Killmonger was waiting with the curator on the ground already from the poison. Bronte kept watch while Ulysses used a tool within his arm to break the glass and free the vibranium items.
"It's time to move, gentleman," Bronte announced as their time limit was running low. She watched them gather their things and then she helped Killmonger onto the gurney before they raced back out and loaded the ambulance.
Linda, Erik's girlfriend, came out right after them in her barista outfit and hopped in the back with Erik while Ulysses took the driver's seat, Bronte right by his side as they raced away.
They reached a safe distance and left the ambulance to separate into two teams. Erik threw the vibranium to Klaue, "Sell that for top dollar," he instructed, "We'll be in touch," he added before he and Linda got in their car with the mask he chose for himself and left.
"Where are we headed?" Bronte asked as she joined Ulysses in their car, laying her head on his shoulder while he cranked the ignition.
He sighed before responding, "Tonight, we're going to get a room and get some rest and then we'll fly to South Korea where I've set up a meet to sell this piece. I don't know how long we'll be there. I don't have anything lined up in the immediate future," he explained.
She wrapped her arms around his arm she was already laying on, "We should go on a vacation and spend some time as just us," she put forward, "Have we ever had even a day since we got together where it was just us?"
He shook his head as he drove down the highway, "I can't think of a time which is probably because I don't usually do the relationship thing, but you've been an enigma to my normal routines."
She laughed against his flesh, causing his breath to catch, "I guess I'll take that as a compliment but we don't have to go anywhere, it was just an idea," she clarified, "Because as long as I'm with you then I'm happy."
They remained silent as Ulysses drove to the hotel. Once they arrived, he grabbed their few bags, one containing the merchandise, and checked them in before they took the elevator to their room.
Bronte opened the door since his hands were full and held it so he could get in with their things. Once he was through, she made her way inside and launched herself onto the bed, spreading out across it.
"Comfortable?" he asked, his eyebrow raised.
She rolled onto her side, the grin of a temptress dancing on her lips, "I'd be more comfortable if you were next to me," she paused then continued, in a husky whisper, "Or on top of me."
Ulysses grinned as he began unbuttoning his shirt, revealing the tattoos on his toned chest before he joined her on the bed, rolling her onto her back as he took her mouth with his own.