A woman.
Red of all people was a woman.
Gods Above, someone had a sense of inory.
Don't get him wrong, Nigel Knew from first hand experince that woman where dangerous but Red?
A woman?
The same Red he had known since his was eight. The same Red who brought a different woamn to every funraiser he... err.. She attended.
The same russain he knew slept with a few of those woman.
If he was a computer he probally would have already been flashing signs reading "Error" or "Does Not Compute" by now but the proof was in his hands and in his bed...
And there was that issue.
Red, The Red Squirrel, Enemy Number One, His Arch Nemesis was in his bed- alone now in his room while he was pacing in his study trying to deny reality.
At least he.. She had been asleep when he left to sort out his rebellious mind but there was no telling how long that would last. How long until she would wake.
He needed to do something before she woke but handcuffing a naked woman to anything but his bed didn't seem appealing- usually he allowed them to cover theirselves up first but to do that he first had to wake the Russian.
Sighing softly the white haired man pocketed the binder he had taken in his rush to flee reality but now it was time to face reality. Who knew maybe Red had already pulled her disappearing act?
She was still there.
Nigel couldn't help stare at the scene he had walked into.
The younger was kneeling on the wooden floor by the bed, her face hidden within his missing jacket- So that's where that had went- with her eyes closed.
For a moment all the emerald eyed man just stared before finding his voice as the rouge pulled away from the jacket.
"I wasn't even gone ten minutes Red. You really must of missed me."
Mismatched eyes darted towards his with a hint of alarm and embarrassment causing the spy to relax slightly.
It was obvious she hadn't expected him to be here or she had expected him to leave immediately afterwards like he was so tempted to do.
Observing closely he could see the ways her fingers twitched within the fabric of his jacket, how her body- covered only by a towel he had left in the bathroom- moved ever so slightly so it was closer to the nightstand.
To her weapons.
Now there was the typical Red he knew and could deal with. Drawing his gun from its resting place the spy took his most patient and sincere tone.
"Don't. I'd rather not stain my floor with blood so early in the morning. "
For a moment he could tell she was debating her chance but not even Red was so foolish. All the rouge had upon her being the night before had been short distance weapons, she'd never reach him without being shot.
"Take a seat. We have much to discuss. "
She wasn't a fool.
If anything the years had taught Red when to fight her battles head on and when to patient. Right now was one of the later.
Carefully the rouge chose a chair in the corner of the room, ensuring the spy wouldn't be able to sneak behind her while allowing her full visual access of the room before her.
Nigel was just as Red remembered him- a prat but a rather handsome prat- through she would sooner cut off her own tongue then admit it to the elder. The spy had big enough ego as it was.
A six foot one, hundred and sixty pound gentleman- when he wanted to be.
Hair white as snow and eyes like emeralds. Muscular, a strong jaw, well fit, mannered and well educated.
Most likely would have considered him a good catch but Red still considered him an utter nimrod.
Despite what many would say, the spy wasn't perfect.
It was hard to anger him but once one did he had a temper worse then hers. He was violent when his temper got out of hand and had no problems with slitting ones throat in a fit of rage- a fact she had learned the hard way.
He had a foul mouth on him and wasn't above blackmail.
So pardon her if she wasn't willing to test wither he would actually shot her in the back or not. For now she would play nice but the moment he lowered his guard she would act accordingly.
Observing the rouge haired woman, the spy allowed himself to ponder his next move.
Red had chosen a strategic seating and was no doubt already plotting so getting too close wouldn't be wise.
Past dealing had long ago taught him caught didn't mean captured. The younger could turn the table rather quickly if given a chance so the emerald eyed man made himself comfortable on the edge of the bed.
Now that things where going his way though the emerald eyed man was uncertain on what to do.
He could demand answers but lets be realistic, Red would never answer.
He- She was too stubborn and would likely find a way to twist any question he asked in a gruesome way that would leave him feeling sick to his stomach without giving any answers.
Force would just be met with force and he couldn't just let her go.
What to do? What to do?
Well there was something he could do but he highly doubted a sober Red would appreciate being thrown back on his bed for another round of what his fogged up memories was telling him had been a very good night.
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Alright first order of business, she had to get dressed. Wearing so little was too distracting- that towel looked as though it couldn't decided wither to stay on or go on vacation with the way it kept slipping ever so slightly- and maybe if she was dressed how he remembers his issues would go away.
Or at least go away enough so that he could just pretend this never happened.
She was aware of emerald eyes watching her as she dressed but find it within herself to care.
Modesty had never really been her best trait- especially when she didn't see a reason for it.
The rouge had a feeling the elder likely remembered more about the previous night then she did so she had little doubt he hadn't seen it all before.
Still it felt nice to be back in her own clothes- to stare in the mirror and see the man many assumed her to be. Smirking softly, the rouge ran her fingers through her hair acting as a brush as she straightened the mess it had become as much as she could.
Perfect.
There was the monster of a man the world knew and feared:
The Red Squirrel.
Now, how to get out of here?
A lone golden eye glanced around the bathroom, making sure not to seem too inserted in anything that could be of use.
Emerald eyes slowly cracked open as a hand moved towards his throbbing head only to pull back a moment later as a painful sting raced through his skull causing a hiss to escape his lips.
Blood. There was blood on his fingers. His blood.
No doubt the bastard had tried caving in his skull.
He supposed that was what he got for daring to turn his back on the rouge haired villain even if it had only been for the briefest of moments.
Speaking of which, Emerald eyes darted around the room only to find it empty, where the hell was that bastard?
Seeing as the room was empty and his gun and the Russian weapons where missing it was highly likely the younger had fled while he was unconscious.
Though it really wasn't all that surprising considering the fading light that made it through the curtains made it clear he had been out for a couple of hours- no doubt from the bastard's attempt to cave in his skull.
Just that Bastard wait until they crossed paths again.
Red would pay dearly for this and he'd take his sweet vengeance in the best way possible.
