As soon as he stepped off the plane's ramp, he heard a voice.

"You brought someone along," it stated.

"It's nice to have back up," Garrett replied, in his signature snarky tone. "Besides, I couldn't dirty my hands at the time," displaying the handcuffs that were around his wrists only moments before.

"Hmm," it sighed, steps echoing from out of the shadows.

The HYDRA sleeper agent didn't bat an eyelid: she was beautiful. Standing on the shorter side, she had long, black hair, big, dark brown eyes, and skin as fair as her favourite fruit, white nectarines. She wore no make up because she didn't need any, but that was where her physical, and mental, modesty stopped.
Plunging necklines, backless tops, short skirts, and high heels were her preference, although not all together in one outfit. Please, this woman was class embodied.

For this particular meeting, her hair was up in a ponytail and her attire was black: a suit jacket that showed off her cleavage, straight-legged pants, and strappy, high-heeled sandals. Her hands were in her pockets as she walked out to meet him.

"Is he going to come out and play?" she asked, seductively, bringing a manicured hand up to the agent's chest.

"I told him to wait in the plane," he answered, looking down at the petite woman and trying to keep his eyes unreadable.

She slightly leaned to one side, looking at the plane. She heard a man, waiting somewhat impatiently for what seemed like orders. And she felt his good looks.

"What a good soldier," she thought, as well as, "What a sexy specimen."

The woman turned her attentions back to Garrett.

"We're going to have problems with that one," she said a little nonchalantly, standing up a little straighter, if that was possible.

Garrett focused his gaze, eyes now betraying an emotion. Not the one from earlier, however.

"What are you talking about?" he questioned. "He's a willing patron of our cause!"

"Your cause," she emphasized, dropping her hand back to her side. "Not mine. I'm merely along for the ride, remember?"

There was a mischievous glint in her eye as she said this. The agent didn't care to ask what her plans were before events went into motion, so why would he now? As long as he reached his goal.

The woman went on: "And are you sure he's still on your side? You haven't been with your student for a while now; things may have changed…"

Garrett tried to bore his eyes into her soul.

"What aren't you telling me?"

She turned coy.

"If I tell you, I don't think you'd be able to handle it well. Or, should I say, I don't think you'd be able to not pummel your boy long enough for him to explain."

He looked at her in disbelief.

She smiled, putting both of her hands on Garrett's chest.

"I'll take care of it. I think a woman's touch is just what he needs," she said, stepping to the side of the man.

"Besides," she continued, looking up at him, "I need to get my hands dirty."

With a wink, she walked away with a sway in her step, looking forward to her first physical encounter with Agent Grant Ward.


~*Author's Note: I haven't watched "Providence" yet, but I am about to. Just posting this up before the viewing. We'll see how the episode changes or doesn't change the outcome of my story, but hopefully it won't interfere with my plans. Unsure of how long this will be, but I hope you stay tuned, and I hope you enjoyed reading!