9. Reality - James
She awakens and rises, the sheets I had pulled over her the night before slide down as she tries to register her surroundings. Her eyes fill with anxious apprehension when they fall on me. Not being one to back down from anything, I continue to stare at her waiting for her to avert her eyes. To my surprise, she does not. Walking to the guns I latch them onto my back, she looks me in the eyes as if to ask if I was going to shoot her, her eyebrows furrowing and her hands trying to grip the sheets close to her subtly. I smirk in amusement under my mask. There was something inherently intriguing and intense about this girl. I throw her the bodysuit. Her face turns a bright red as she tries to cover her body from me and a small gasp issues from her.
It almost makes me chuckle. Was this really the creator of the RgX? The most coveted technology of the time? My attention snaps back to the sound of a stuck zipper. She had been struggling with it for a little too long.
I let her become aware of me before my hands take over the bodysuit. Her breathing almost stops completely as my knuckle runs along her back while I pull the now apparently fully functional zipper up completely. She turns immediately to face me, she stood more than a head below me and yet her eyes shoot me a glare with enough poison to kill a small animal.
I yank off my uniform shirt and walk toward her, the knowledge that I made her uncomfortable amused me. Her eyes pop slightly. Her arms are folded in front of her chest, she intended to hold her ground. I reach past her for my fully bullet-proofed leather vest, letting my chest touch hers over her arms. In surprise she jolts back and my other hand catches the small of her back before she can collide with the lampshade, our stomachs meet and she jerks away in annoyance. I let out a small chuckle. A pair of brown eyes were drilling holes in my back while I changed.
I had been on numerous missions, assassinations, kidnappings… But all of my victims stared at me with undiluted fear and terror. This girl felt panic and anxiety towards me, but there wasn't the same kind of fear, if any at all. She wanted to take me down, and she would fake the scared façade to analyse my thought process until she found a way to outsmart me. No wonder neither SHIELD or Hydra had gotten their hands on her work. She was much tougher than she seemed.
