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Ruby red blood was streaming from a wound on her arm, a deep cut, but she couldn't feel the pain for all the adrenalin in her system. Her gun was held steady in her hands. She was standing in a dead end alley, her gun pointed at infamous terrorist Loki Laufeyson. She had been chasing him across Europe and America for months, finally catching up with him in London. He had been playing her, enjoying dancing with her, his icy heart never quite coming in reach of her fire, but now she had him. They had been dancing around each other for months. She had been this close to him before, but he had slipped past her, using her own droid against her. Now, she was on her own, ready to pump him full of lead if he so much as twitched.
"Come now, little spider," he crooned, sending shivers up her spine at the sound of the nickname he gave her, "lets be reasonable." He took an almost tentative step towards her, his emerald eyes never leaving hers.
"Come any closer, and I will shoot," she said, cursing herself for the slight tremor in her voice, praying that he didn't notice. But today was not her day, his chuckle told her as much. She surveyed him, talk and lean, wrapped in black leather and green cloth. She could see the glint of his own, gold-plated gun tucked into its holster. Then, before she could blink, he was upon her, turning her gun away, taking away the leaden wall she built between them, his other arm pulling her into him. Emerald eyes looked over her, observing the drops of blood on her face, shining like little rubies. Secure in the knowledge she could not use her gun, he released that arm, and touched the blood, using a long finger to smear it across her lips, before his emerald eyes pierced her sea coloured ones once again.
"My spider," he said, voice hard, before he lent in, lips possessively claiming hers. The hand which had been on her face reached down and pulled something from his pocket, before sliding back to her neck. Then, there was a click, and Natasha felt a cold ring of metal around her neck. "All mine. If you ever leave me, the collar will tighten the further away you get." His smirk was infuriating. One of the amazing things about enchanted metal. Natasha snarled at him in response. Waving his hand, a long, thin gold chain appeared, trailing from the collar to his hand. "You will make an excellent pet. A pet fit for a king." And with that, they vanished, leaving the allay empty, with no signs of their presence.
Finite.