Lady Christina Crossover P1:
Coulson watched as she ran away from the room Skye had last reported from. He ran in and found her groaning on the floor. "She's good, I'll give her that." She told him as he went to help her up but she flicked his hand away. "Go after her, forget me. I threw a tracking device on her. But be careful, she's got some classy bite. The name fits her." She warned as Coulson ran out of the room, tracking her to the ballroom of the hotel. He burst through the doors to see her standing on the table, pointing a gun at everyone and anyone who moved.
"Oh dear." She whispered, seeing Coulson rush in. "Okay everybody, you run when I shoot this gun. Got it?" She asked the mass of huddled, terrified people. They all nodded at her and she shot it, the rush of people overwhelming Coulson. He got past them eventually only to find himself face to face with a plate. She'd thrown one after the other, Phil constantly trying to dodge her. Once he'd started predicting her next moves, he pushed a plate out of the way, mid throw to receive a kick to the stomach. She had some power in her kick and with heels on, it just made it worse. He stumbled backwards but quickly replied with a punch to her face, just as ferocious. She dropped her gun in shock and he pointed his at her.
"I don't want to fight you." He told her, right after punching her. She gave him a sceptical look and scoffed at his words, taking a few steps back.
"I find that hard to believe." She whispered before dropping down and picking up her gun, pointing it at him as well.
"Well, it seems we've come to a stop." He smiled, acknowledging the situation as she wiped away some of the blood from her face.
"Who will shoot first?" She added, glaring at him. It was only then that he properly saw her face. She had hazel brown eyes and jet black hair. It was tied back into an elegant bun, trying to fit in with the crowd and her lips were stained blood red. She'd shed the dress they'd found her in from earlier, revealing a black leather jacket and leggings with knee high boots. Her hand were carefully positioned on the gun, the leather gloves making her grip tighter. Her glare was aimed at Phil who was wondering if he should take a chance on her.
"How old are you?" He asked after a few moments of silence. It was clear that both of them were unwilling to shoot the other and he knew it was going to get them nowhere.
"A personal question. Shouldn't you ask my name first?" She asked in reply, a smile gracing her lips and lifting her expression.
"Will you give it to me?" He challenged, making her laugh.
"Obviously not. What kind of crime lady would I be then?" She told him, scoffing.
"One that shouldn't be a crime lady. You have other choices." He offered as she raised an eyebrow.
"Let me guess, you want to turn me to the good side?" She asked mockingly.
"Sure, if you can be. Your skills are amazing." He acknowledged as she smiled proudly. "But your accent is British." He added, wanting to know who she really was.
"Is that a problem?" She asked, pretending to be offended.
"No, but a few people may judge if they knew that the famous Christina De Souza was British." He smirked as she laughed, throwing her head back. "Is that a British thing? Pretending you're royalty?" He asked, making her pout childishly.
"Excuse you, I am royalty." She corrected smugly. "Is that an American thing? Pointing a gun at someone and thinking you're going to get all the answers?" She mocked as Coulson shrugged.
"No, that's just me. I like to think that people will see my face and know they should answer my questions." He smirked, still going over the history he had learnt about the famous Lady Christina De Souza.
"Well I've got a few questions for you." She challenged, Coulson tilting his head, wanting to know what she wanted to ask. "Why would you ask my name if you already knew? And how did you know?" She asked, wary of him.
"Because it's fun to watch your reaction." He smirked. "Our researchers have access to people that the normal authorities don't." He replied cryptically. She gave him a sceptical look and he added on a comment. "And the big decapitated number 200 bus outside was a bit of a clue."
"Well, I like to leave my mark." She grinned, remembering where she got the bus from.
"That is your trademark isn't it? The decapitated 200 bus. Where did you get it from?" Coulson asked as she shrugged.
"You'd never believe me." She laughed, knowing that her reputation would change into a mad woman with a gun.
"Oh trust me, I'd start believing quite a few things now." Coulson laughed as well, remembering the alcoholic millionaire, the scientist with extreme anger issues and the God of Thunder and his brother, the God of Mischief. After his run with the Avengers, he'd believe anything.
"Fine, I got it on another world." She started, making Coulson raise an eyebrow as she laughed. "Told you." She finished, shooting the ceiling and standing back as it fell down. Dust and rubble clouded Coulson's vision and he stepped back, trying to see through it. When it finally cleared, Lady Christina De Souza stood there with an added electronic belt around her waist and she grinned, waving before pressing a button and grabbing her backpack next to her as she flew up into the ceiling and through the hole she'd made. "Thank God, he was trying to turn me." She sighed, rolling her eyes as she turned to see someone else. "Oh, where's lover boy?" She asked, referring to latest in the line of men she'd coerced into taking the fall for her.
"Gone." A man replied shortly, glancing down at the car speeding away. Christina did the same and saw it was her ride and cursed under her breath.
"Well it was nice talking to you." Christina spoke quickly, taking her stuff and rushing away across the roof and jumped, planning to get to the next roof when she was stopped. The man grabbed her from behind and she gasped, failing to reach the roof as she held out a hand to it. She was leant over the roof as she tried to reach the other. It wouldn't work but Christina just wanted to get away from that room. Everything had been building up and she felt trapped in that space.
"I'm sorry, you won't be going anywhere." He whispered, holding her back as she struggled in his arms. She twisted around and put a gun against his temple as he chuckled. "You won't fire." He challenged as she glared at him, trying to instil some fear before realising it wouldn't work and dropping the gun.
"Don't say a word." She warned, rolling her eyes as she was pulled back further onto the roof without any chance of falling. "Or I'll shut you up myself." She grinned, punching him. She kicked him back with added force and pushed him onto the floor as he coughed. He then finished and got up, kicking her back onto the roof of the floor and holding a bow against her neck and almost choking her as she wheezed for breath.
"Shutting me up yet?" He teased and she rolled her eyes.
"Just about to. Give me a chance." She choked as she kneed him in the balls and kicked him off her and picked up her backpack and jumping. She held a hand out for the roof but missed it, banging her wrist against it instead and falling. "Doctor." She whispered, a tear falling down her cheek as she tried to call for the mysterious man who'd saved her life before. She closed her eyes, hoping to hear his ridiculous optimism.
"Are you alright Ma'am?" A kind voice asked, clutching her in his arms as she hesitantly winked one eye open at a time, seeing a man in a helmet and some weird costume.
"I think so." She whispered, holding onto him as he let her down onto the pavement. "Thank you." She cried, giving him a hug as the fear and shock took over. He comforted her, keeping her in a hug as she sobbed on his shoulder.
"It's okay Ma'am." He repeated as she tried to pull herself together, knowing she was in imminent danger but not able to move from his warm embrace.
"I've got to go." She finished, pulling away and walking a few metres before red dots were placed all over her body.
"GET DOWN! ON YOUR KNEES NOW!" Orders were yelled from all around her as she took a shaky breath, putting her hands up in surrender and getting to her knees one by one.
"Please Doctor." She whispered to herself as she cried, praying on her knees for her mysterious man in a blue box. Guards took her away and Christina sat stagnant on the seat as she wept silent tears. Something had broken inside her when she'd fallen and she couldn't hold back the tears. She'd remembered facing so much worse with the Doctor but it was fine because she had someone with her. After he'd left, she realised just how hard life was without an instant getaway.
Christina had tried to be with people. She'd tried relationships, it never worked. She'd tried to stay in touch with the others and met up with Lou and Carmen every now and then for some tea but it only worked for that night before she was alone again. A long chat with Angela on the weekends usually cheered her up but again, she was left alone. Nathan was cute but he would never be able to keep up with her and Barclay was always welcoming but always busy as a mechanic. Everyone had someone or something to focus on and she had no one. She was all alone. She'd realised how hard it was to stay in one place all the time and she'd tried to amend that by moving to America. Did it work? No. She felt more alone than ever and it was slowly killing her inside.
"Move." Another guard spoke, a little kinder than the others but still very on guard as he placed a gun on Christina's back to move her along. She walked slowly, one step after another like a chain was pulling her back slightly. Eventually, she reached a cell and was handcuffed inside, all of her tools taken away. The cell was small with only a punching bag in the middle like it was mocking her. She was stuck. There was nothing else to say but that.
There was no Doctor with his magical blue box to come and help her and take her away for more wonderful adventures. There was no Carmen and Lou to help her see what was going to happen and how to help. There was no Barclay with a wrench to break the handcuffs and definitely no Angela or Nathan to help her calm down and cheer up at all. In fact, even thinking about them hurt her much more than not being with them.
"Do you need a tissue?" A man asked and Christina looked up to see the same man who she had faced off with in the ballroom.
"Can't actually use it can I?" She scoffed, pulling at her hand for effect. "Who are you?" She asked when the man laughed at her bitter comment.
"Agent Coulson of SHIELD." He introduced as Christina laughed putting her head on her aching arm.
"I've caught the attention of you lot have I?" She joked, taking the tissue and wiping her eyes, smiling briefly at Phil.
"Yes Miss De Souza. Your escapades have interested us and we wanted to talk." He spoke kindly as he sat down and Christina instinctively shifted further away. "You don't need to be afraid. We're not here to hurt you." He reassured as Christina let out a sigh.
"I just wish someone else was here." She replied honestly.
"Family?" He asked and she shook her head wordlessly, tears welling up in her eyes at the thought of her poor father. "Friends?" He suggested and she laughed.
"Used to, but they're not really like me." She hinted as Coulson nodded in understanding.
"Normal civilians." He clarified and Christina nodded with a small smile.
"I met them on a crazy adventure but it wasn't for them." She elaborated but still being careful not to reveal any major details about the Doctor or about herself. "What's the time now?" She asked and Coulson clicked his fingers, bringing up a hologram of the time which showed her it was 6:00 in the morning. "They're probably still asleep." She laughed, rolling her eyes as she thought of what they were doing and what she was doing, cuffed in a cell with no one she knew to help or save her.
"I have a proposition for you Lady Christina." He began and she raised an eyebrow, not willing to even consider what he was going to say but curious anyway.
"Go on." She spoke bluntly as he clicked his fingers again and made the time disappear.
"You come work for us." He stated just as bluntly and she started to laugh.
"I'm handcuffed in your cell and you think I'd like you enough to work for you?" She challenged and Coulson titled his head, knowing she had a point. "I'm not sure you know much about making friends." She smirked, regaining some of her sassy nature as she laughed in his face.
"No, but I am very familiar with driving hard bargains. I suspect you are too." He replied calmly, not fazed by her obvious dismissal of the idea. She didn't laugh again, staying quiet and letting him continue. "An officer in England contacted me recently. He was very interested in our capture of you and requested taking you off our hands." He hinted and Christina grit her teeth, knowing exactly the man they were talking about. "Now, it would be much easier. I won't lie, just giving you to him will save us time, money and a whole lot of trouble." He stated, making her realise what he meant.
"So why don't you?" Christina challenged, wanting to hear the words spoken bluntly from his lips.
"Because I think we can help each other. You're obviously clever and good with sneaking around places. That is exactly what we do at SHIELD. Put simply." He finished and Christina was left silent with no reply as she thought over her options.
"How's your head?" She asked and Coulson laughed at her remark.
"Healing." He finished, ending the topic and getting up. "Think about it. I'll answer any questions you may have and come back tomorrow. Someone will bring you food." He dismissed as she sucked in her cheeks as she thought before nodding slightly.
"Agent Coulson?" She called before he left the cell. "Thank you." She finished, remarking on his kindness. It may not be fake, but Christina didn't really care at that moment. At that moment, she just wanted kindness. She just needed kindness. A few moments passed as she sighed, thinking it all over. She got up, practicing her skills with only one arm as she tried to pull at the handcuffs.
"I've got the food." A voice Christina knew all too well spoke and she turned around with a gasp. "Hello again Christina. Having fun?" He asked and she rolled her eyes.
"Of course, I just love being handcuffed." She mocked, laughing as her mood suddenly lifted.
"Good thing you ran into these lot then." He remarked, putting the food down. "Got a couple of sandwiches and some water. I love water, you lot are 73% water. Have some more." He offered as Christina let out a sigh of relief.
"I'd rather not thanks, I'd prefer to get out of here. Care to help?" She asked and he shook his head, gaining a new, darker demeanour. "Why?" She whispered, knowing what he meant. She'd seen this before. Only a little glimpse but she knew what it meant.
"This is my fault. If I'd never taken you with me, or given you that bus, this wouldn't have happened." The Doctor sighed, blaming himself as she raised her eyebrows.
"So get me out of it! If it's your fault, which you might remember you've just admitted to, you might care to help me get out of this mess!" She shouted as the Doctor tried not to look her in the eyes.
"I'm dying Christina." He told her as she gasped, feeling harsh for being as rude as she was.
"How on earth did that happen?" She asked, reaching out a hand to straighten his long tie as she tried to calm them both down.
"Long story short, I took in a bit of radiation. I'm going to die soon. It's killing me slowly. I can feel it inside me." He spoke darkly, gritting his teeth as he groaned.
"Doctor!" She yelled, trying to get over there as the handcuff held her back. She gave him a one armed hug as she tried to lead him to the bed to sit down. He did and took a few deep breaths before getting back to normal. "My God, you really know how to scare someone don't you?" She asked and the Doctor laughed, seeming a bit more light-hearted than before.
"I'm sorry." He apologised as the lady sat down next to him.
"Am I the first?" She asked, and like the soulmates they were, the Doctor knew what she meant.
"Does it surprise you?" He asked in reply and Christina laughed. Of course it didn't, she always knew she would be the first to see him before he died. Save the best till last, that was what she preached.
"How many left?"
"Too many." The Doctor sighed, before laughing, looking older than Christina had ever seen him before.
"Well at least you've got one down." Christina joked, making the Doctor laugh again and years seemed to melt off him but he still seemed older than their last meeting.
"This is why I came here first. You always knew how to cheer me up." He smirked as she looked up proudly, old friends reverting back to their old ways and friendship before they left each other and set out on their own to go down the paths that led them back to each other with tears in their eyes.
"It's gift." She smiled, leaning on his shoulder as they shared their silent sorrows together. "So why are you here? To say goodbye?" She asked, the idea making her throat choke up as she tried to breathe properly. The thought of losing another friend and being alone again was growing rapidly and becoming more and more of a possibility and engulfing her.
"Yep, am I doing a good job?" He asked, straightening up as she laughed.
"Not really." She whispered, a permanent smirk on her face as she looked at the Doctor.
"Oh well." He shrugged, knowing he could never be too good with emotions and goodbyes. "What have you been doing then?" He asked, trying to waste the time he didn't have.
"Don't you know? You knew everything the last time we met. And even still, your TARDIS should be able to find out small details about my life quite easily." She joked as he smiled, putting an arm around her.
"I can. Of course I can. But it's not that much fun." He shrugged, making her grin with tears in her eyes as she tried not to lean into the hug. She was so tired. Part of her just wanted to lie there and give up. She just wanted to talk with the Doctor forever, always avoiding her emotional problems and never facing other problems either.
"I'm sure it isn't." Christina reassured, indulging him as she adjusted the handcuff around her wrist. It was leaving a small bruise from the amount of times she'd tried to pull away from it. "But, I haven't done much. Just the same old thieving life you so strongly disapproved of the last time we met." She smiled sadly, a defeated sigh making its way into the atmosphere around them. "But then again, I do remember a certain someone admitting they weren't perfect as well and admitting they stole a certain blue police box. Where is it by the way?" She asked, wanting to deflect from her own life.
"In the loading bay. I saw a certain 200 bus there as well." He smirked and Christina laughed.
"So that's where they put it." She rolled her eyes, a genuine smile on her face.
"So what about the rest of it," The Doctor asked, pressing her for more. He knew that wasn't it. The famous Lady Christina De Souza didn't get caught from, 'the same old thieving life'. There was something else she wasn't telling him about. "How did you get here?" He spoke bluntly as Christina propped up her chin on her hand.
"I got better at escaping. The British police passed my name onto the CIA when I got here. I tried keeping low, but they're patient. They were just waiting for me when I went in for my next mission." She sighed, wondering how she didn't know it before. It was so obvious now. She had become the best at being a criminal and that meant she was exactly the type of person the CIA wanted to lock away.
"They're not the CIA." The Doctor smiled as Christina frowned at him. She knew that, it was how the agent had introduced himself. "They're the Avengers. They work for SHIELD." He grinned, glad he could do this for her.
"So, the organisation is the same. They both want me dead. I'm lucky they didn't get the snipers out." She combatted, not understanding.
"You won't die. I made sure of it." He told her, patting her hand before he got up.
"Doctor? What did you do?" She asked, getting up as well, quicker and more suspicious of the alien.
"I referred you to SHIELD." He admitted and she was rendered speechless for a moment before she gasped and it melted down into sobbing. How could he do that? How could he betray her like that? "Eat your food." He advised as he walked outside.
"I don't need anything from you!" She shouted, rushing at him and hearing the click of her handcuffs coming undone. She turned around in shock and took her hand out of the handcuffs before looking at the Doctor's sonic in his hand on the other side of the cell doors. He smiled kindly before walking away into the shadows. Christina heaved heavy breaths, in the midst of rage and anger but not knowing why anymore.
She didn't understand what the Doctor was doing. She was free, but caught at the same time. He was dying, what was he playing at? She walked back to the food and sat down, going through it for some more clues but finding nothing. It was just a normal lunch. A sandwich, a drink and a healthy snack on the side.
As Christina pondered over it all, the door to her cell opened and she gasped, looking up and moving her previously handcuffed hand to the wall where it was handcuffed, she couldn't make them think that she had met the Doctor. She knew he was on their list the same way she knew she was, hacking into their records. It didn't cost much, just the remaining gold from the cup of Athelstan. They moved closer to unlock the handcuffs and Christina saw her chance, punching the agent and getting up, using the empty tray to knock out the other one as she ran out of the cell to the hallway to see the Doctor walking away down it. This barely registered as Christina ignored him to find a way out.
She ran the other way to the Doctor and found herself in a room with all the Avengers. She stopped running and they all instantly turned to her, on their defence. "Is that-" One man with a goatee asked and all the others nodded, pulling out guns and arrows. They called their shields and hammers to them and Christina fearfully took a step back, rushing the other way. Before she could get down the hallway though, guards came rushing down the other way, cornering her. Christina looked to the ceiling and saw a vent and jumped to it, getting it open when the man from the rooftop's face popped up in the space where the grate should be.
Christina gasped, falling before she was caught by the man from before. She turned to him and saw a blue helmet with a white 'A' printed on top. But what held her gaze the most was the piercing blue eyes, holding only worry and care instead of disgust at the criminal. He gently put her on her feet and Christina snapped out of it when he talked. "Are you alright Ma'am?" He asked and Christina tried to come to her senses, almost laughing at the question.
"I'll be better if I find a way out of here. Is this place a maze or something?" She asked, stopping her resistance and just standing. Or so it seemed. Captain America couldn't help but smirk at that, knowing first hand just how hard it is to find your way around the place at first.
"We'd appreciate it if you put your hands up." Fury spoke sarcastically, holding up a gun in her direction.
"I'd appreciate it if you stopped pointing a gun at me, but we can't all get what we want, can we?" Christina sassed, stepping forwards. As soon as she did, the guns cocked from all around her and she grit her teeth. She was about to punch someone else when she looked at the Doctor who was waiting and watching. He shook his head, knowing what she was about to do. She turned back to Fury and he still held his gun, concentrating his eye on her.
"Fine, I'll take a step back, but that's all you're getting." She conditioned, doing just as she said. "Now, if you're going to kill me, please hurry up so I don't have to stand here any longer, my legs are getting tired." She told him, crossing her arms and looking him dead in the eye. He lowered the gun and signalled to the others to lower it as well. Christina relaxed slightly and she saw the Doctor wave goodbye, just over Captain America's shoulder. She waved as well, most people turning to see who it was, but only heard a low thrumming noise which gave them all a strange sense of hope. Christina allowed herself to close her eyes and indulge in that, the noise that she'd heard only on recordings.
"Restrain her." Fury ordered and guards rushed in to take her arms and push her to her knees.
"Alright, do you not know how to treat a lady in America? Especially royalty." She muttered, a grin on her face despite the situation she was in. Steve watched with interest, this self-proclaimed royal lady who was being arrested by SHIELD and muttering about the treatment rather than denying the reasons for arrest. It was interesting how this happened for Steve. Tony smirked behind his mask, nudging the veteran.
"Look sharp Rogers." He joked and Steve realised he had lowered his guard completely and was simply watching like a love-struck civilian. Christina was taken away and the Avengers retired to their Tower where they sat and Tony smirked at Steve who was still deep in thought. "So Rogers…" He trailed off, catching the Captain's attention as he looked up at him. "Who's the girl?" He asked, everyone else looking up from what they were doing as well.
"What?" Steve asked, oblivious as ever.
"Well, you seem quite deep in thought. Is it a girl?" He asked and everyone raised an eyebrow at Steve who quickly rushed to amend the situation.
"No, I was just thinking about Lady Christina." He defended before realising how that sounded.
"You mean the one we just caught?" Clint asked, sitting up now.
"You know she's not actual royalty. She can't be, she's a criminal." Nat pointed out and Steve found himself speechless.
"Oh Rogers, so naïve." Tony mock pitied with a laugh.
"Is she not of royal blood?" Thor asked, chiming in and Steve mentally thanked the God of Thunder for stepping in.
"No Thor, I don't think she is." Nat spoke in a patronising baby voice which Thor didn't pick up on.
"Well, that makes her more attainable for our little Captain here, doesn't it?" Tony asked, making everyone laugh as they saw Steve blush.
"What, you don't think Cap could get a royal girl?" Clint joked, pretending to be hurt for Steve.
"Of course not. Did you see her? All class, charm and beauty while Cap over here is more…" He trailed, not knowing how to describe it.
"Awkward and not so articulate around women?" Nat suggested with a laugh as Tony nodded. Steve blushed a dark shade of red and tried to ignore them, knowing that his thoughts were only because of his 70 frozen years.
Back in her cell, Christina sat down, a sense of accomplishment inside her as she sat down from her first training session. It had been hard no doubt, she was never a fighter, but it was a good test for her reflexes and Coulson had been impressed by her technical knowledge as she explained everything in her bag. They wouldn't let her have it back just yet but when she had finished her first mission, Phil said it would serve as her congratulations present. She was sweaty and in desperate need of new clothes which Coulson had promised would come soon. There was nothing that had proved too much of a challenge in her training, she could master lots very quickly and she couldn't deny that it felt good to punch her emotion out on a punching bag and defeat someone.
There were no handcuffs this time, she was free to pace around her cell alone and was soon let out by a man who she was sure she recognised. "Miss Christina, I would like to talk to you." He smiled kindly as she smiled briefly back, aching to get to a shower.
"Sure, but I would like to have a shower first." She dismissed, not recognising Steve without the Captain America getup. She walked off and Steve rushed after, in shock as he nodded.
"Of course, I'll show you where they are." He agreed, not wanting to be impolite. She smiled, both of them walking in relative silence as Christina let out sighs every now and then, smiling at the idea of having a shower as she let down her hair and ran her fingers through it every now and then.
"I was wondering…" Steve began again, hoping he could use the time they were spending walking to ask her.
"Oh good, we're here. I'll just be in here, wait outside if you have to escort me back to the cell." She conditioned, barely listening to him as she walked inside, leaving Steve outside and speechless again.
"Okay." He spoke after a few moments, beginning to wait outside. Natasha walked past before seeing Steve simply standing outside the showers and raising an eyebrow.
"What are you doing?" She asked, stopping.
"Waiting for Christina. She's taking a shower." He replied before realising how that sounded and opening his mouth again to speak when Natasha interrupted him.
"Does she have any clothes?" Nat asked, always thinking of the important things. Steve's eyes widened comically and she smirked, refraining from rolling her eyes. "Go get her some clothes, I'll stand outside." She told him as he smiled, rushing off to find some clothes suitable for a female. It took him no less than 5 minutes to scramble something together with a careless shrug as he ran back to see Natasha telling her to stay inside a moment and to wait for Steve. He rushed over and Nat handed the clothes to her, both of them closing their eyes as Christina grabbed the clothes.
The door slammed and she walked back out a few moments later, shrugging on a jacket over the loose shirt. It hung over one shoulder, showing her bra strap which was quickly covered up by the jacket. The jeans were loose and it looked nothing like her style but she just laughed it off, surveying herself as she looked down before flicking her hair up and looking at Steve. "Are these all your clothes?" She asked with a laugh as Steve blushed, nodding.
"Sorry, I don't have any clothes suitable for a female." He apologised as she grinned, flicking her hair out of her face.
"I'm guessing you don't have much female company either." She smirked, walking away as Nat sniggered, walking behind her as Steve raised an eyebrow in challenge. Okay, it was on. He may have been fascinated before and wanting to talk to her with the utmost respect despite her criminal status but he knew now that she wasn't looking for that. She wanted fun, danger and someone to share it with. Steve could do that. They walked back to her cell and Steve closed the door with a smirk.
"Have fun!" He called, making her laugh as she stuck her tongue out at him childishly before laughing again as he raised an eyebrow, pretending to be scandalised by the gesture. It was something so small and insignificant but Christina liked this more than the whole event of him saving her. It was just fun.
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