Mirena set her glass of wine on the edge is the tub and sank deeper into the bubbles. The steam helped her relax a bit and not think about Deck trying to control her choices. She knew better though. She knew he was just concerned but he had a very aggressive way of showing it. It's probably the reason the sex was so great. She smiled as the thought of him lightly putting a hand on her throat while he pushed her bareback into a wall crossed her mind.
"Rena?" Came Deckard's voice from the other side of the door. She sighed and picked up the glass, holding it close to her chest after taking a long sip.
"What?" She called back, carefully turning the faucet on and off with her foot, focusing on that and only that as the door creaked open.
"You got a minute?" She remained silent, a playful smirk about her lips due to her naughty thoughts of how her nails dug into his back when he pushed himself into her.
"By the looks of it you've forgiven me." He surmised, folding his arms over his broad chest and leaning up against the sink.
"A bold assumption. Hardly." She chuckled, leering at him after caving.
"I know you mean well. But you know I've been able to take care of myself long before we were ever together. As I said, I'm a big girl." She said, setting the glass back down. Deck pushed himself up off the sink and leaned over his ex-wife to press his lips to hers, snagging the glass from her hand, making her pout.
"Refill?" He asked, shaking the liquid around as he stole her towel from the rack and left the bathroom.
"Red, please!" She called, biting at her thumbnail and smiling as thoughts of Deckard swarmed her mind. He was back within the next five minutes with a full glass and the towel still in hand. She watched as he set down the glass on the sink and held out the towel on either end, prompting her to stand as he wrapped it around her.
"Where was this thoughtfulness all those years ago?" She teased as he nuzzled into her neck to press a few kisses on her bare shoulder as his hand came around her front with the glass.
"Don't get comfortable." He all but growled before swatting at her ass, making her yelp in surprise. She chuckled, following him out to the bedroom, setting her glass on the top of the dresser as she searched for her satin nightie.
"When are we going to see your mother?" She questioned as Deckard peeled off his shirt and tossed it into the hamper.
"You really want to talk about that right now?" He asked, watching her drop the towel and toss her black gown over her head. She chuckled again, grabbing her glass and swirling it around before taking a sip and approaching Deckard who pulled out his belt and took off his jeans.
"Well, we can't talk about it after. I plan on getting fucked to sleep." She smirked devilishly, wrapping her arm around his neck and pulling him down to her level for a lingering kiss. Deck held her up with one arm, wrapping it around her waist and pulling her closer before he nodded in the direction of the bed. Mirena winked, downing her last bit of wine before setting it on her end table while Deckard tied his pajama pant strings tight.
"Probably see her around 10ish tomorrow. She's been aching to see both of us as far as I know." He groaned as he pulled the sheets back and covered Mirena with his body.
"Well, I have a completely different ache that needs to be tended to."
"That so?" He asked with a cocked eyebrow before disappearing under the sheets and between her legs.
"Oh, Christ.." Rena groaned, turning her head from the glass as Maggie walked through. She could feel Deckard tense beside her as he scoffed.
"Oh, come on! Is that really necessary? She's 71 years old! What's a matter with you lot?" He called, looking from CO to CO as Mirena placed a hand on his thigh to calm him, patting gently.
"Sir, the prisoner will only be allowed more leniency when she proves to be less of a security risk." the female CO stated, making Mirena chuckle as she reached for the phone and put it between her and Deck's heads.
"If someone leaves a back door open, it's a bit daft not to try and use it," Magdalena said, making her son groan.
"What's daft is paying one of 'em to leave it open but not paying 'em enough to keep their mouth shut."
"Oh, pish posh. I didn't know you were coming, Ducky!" She exclaimed, beaming at the woman next to her son.
"You look good, mom, red is definitely your color." Mirena winked, making Maggie roll her eyes.
"If you can't break out of a shitty prison like this, then you are seriously slipping up mum." Deck added.
"You cheeky bugger. Speaking of breaking out, where's my birthday cake?" She pressed her eldest son.
"Oh which one would be that? The one with the file in it or the one with the C4?" Mirena scoffed.
"Listen," Deck said, rolling his eyes at his ex-wife.
"If you want out of here, just say the word, I'll handle it." He said. Mirena coughed intentionally and raised her eyebrows at him, surprised at his notion.
"We'll handle it." He corrected.
"Oh Decks, I'm just having a bit of fun really. Being banged up doesn't bother me. I quite enjoy the peace and quiet. You know, nice walk, a bit of reading, loads of sudoku. It's like being retired. I love it!" Mirena saw Deck smile out of the corner of her eye and she gave his thigh another squeeze.
"Have you spoken with your sister?" There it was. Deckard groaned and Mirena clicked her tongue, knowing it was bound to come up sooner or later.
"I'll give you three guesses on that one," Rena said, looking at Deckard pointedly.
"Gimme your hand," Mags commanded, reaching for her son's hand that he reluctantly gave up.
"You and your sister used to be inseparable. What happened Decks, what happened between you two? I remember you, Owen and Hattie playing out in the backyard. Your little games, your little grifts, you used to give them little code names. Oh! What was that one..." Deckard sighed and rolled his eyes.
"The Keith Moon." He all but groaned. Mirena chuckled, remembering it herself from when Hattie reminisced about their respective childhoods.
"I remember Hattie telling me about that, because of the explosive-"
"Percussion and permanent ear damage." Deckard finished for her, making Mags chuckle.
"That's my boy."
"No wonder we left the family business." He said, sticking his finger in his ear as if to clear it.
"She loves you, you know. All you've got to do is pick up the phone, Decks...Look at me, you're her big bruva' she looks up to you." Mags said with sad eyes, prompting Mirena to knock her leg into Deck's to respond.
"She used to."
"Well...One day, I hope I walk through that door and see the three of you sitting there...maybe with a grandbaby or two." She pleaded, winking at Mirena when she finished. Mirena smiled sadly at her mother-in-law and averted her eyes to her lap. It had been a long time since then and the idea of having or at least trying to have another child never even crossed her mind.
"How long you got left?" She asked, adjusting in her seat.
"Two with good behavior." Mirena scoffed and rolled her eyes.
"So what? Four?" Mags nodded, making Mirena chuckle.
"Figures."
"Time's up!" Called the CO, causing the group to look up at the woman.
"Behave yourself." Deckard winked.
"Will do, love you darling, ducky." She said, kissing the air towards the other side of the glass where they both sat. They said their goodbyes as they watched her leave, somehow managing to get out of her cuffs.
"She will never cease to amaze me." Rena said as she stood and allowed Deckard to help her shrug into her beige peacoat.
"That makes the two of us." He muttered, snagging her hand and pressing a chaste kiss to the back of it as they walked out of the correctional facility.
"Any plans for the rest of the day?" She asked, slinging her purse over her shoulder as the gates opened to the parking lot.
"Nothing in particular, what did you have in mind?" He asked, his signature smirk playing about his lips as he unlocked the car and pulled open the passenger door for her.
"Well, now that you mention it..." She smiled, pulling at his coat lapel to bring his mouth to hers.
"Mr. and Mrs. Shaw." Her lips ghosted over his as the annoying voice rang out and Mirena allowed her head to fall to Deckard's chest in annoyance.
"Whatever you're selling, we aren't buying," Deck said, taking command of the situation.
"How do you know if I'm selling something...or who I am?" Rena lifted her head and leaned up against the car, crossing her arms over her chest and looking to the suit that approached them.
"CIA."
"How can you-"
"Sunglasses, cloudy day, sensible shoes." She said, pointing out the obvious while Deckard rounded the car to the driver's side.
"Uh okay well these are..I mean I have fallen arches, I don't have a lot of choice in- Ya know what? Nevermind. Anyway, I'm Agent Lowe and I need to talk to you about-"
"How did you find me?" Deckard all but barked at the man who took a step back.
"I got a tip from an acquaintance of yours." Deckard's eyes went to Mirena and she shook her head exasperated.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me. Don't look at me like that!" She said sternly.
"It was actually Mr. Nobody." Mirena groaned and stamped her foot like a child at the sound.
"That son of a bitch." She grumbled.
"Mr. Nobody...hmph...I got a little joke for you Lowe, what do CIA operatives and baseballs have in common?" Mirena rolled her eyes at Deckard's antics, ready to get on the road back home to continue her nesting.
"People cheer when you hit them with bats?"
"No. They are too things that I don't give a toss about. Rena, let's go." Mirena smiled and crouched into the passenger seat. Mirena turned, buckling her seat when the sound of something hitting the windshield made her jump. She looked from the agent's hand to the photo he had pressed to the glass. Mirena's hand immediately went to Deckard's as she stared at the picture of her sister in law.
"Alright, out." She commanded, unbuckling her seatbelt and getting out of the car again. She reached out and motioned for the agent to give her the photo as she slid to the hood of the car to rest on.
"What's Hattie have to do with this?"
"Weapon she stole isn't anything like we've ever seen-" Mirena handed the picture to Deck and scoffed.
"Hattie? Steal? You're having a laugh." Mirena said, furrowing her brow at her own words. She had to get out of London for a while, the locals were starting to get to her.
"What is it?" Deck asked, handing the photo back.
"It's a programmable disease that can target any DNA sequence with a 100% mortality rate inside 72 hours. If MI6 finds her.."
"They're gonna treat her like a traitor." Mirena surmised, prompting Lowe to point at her.
"Exactly. But if you two help us find her and bring us the virus, we'll grant her immunity. We've set up a black site, here in London, you've got everything you could ever need at your disposal and we're bringing in an asset from the states to assist." Mirena scoffed and pointed to herself.
"What am I? Chopped liver?" Mirena asked, throwing her hands in the air.
"I don't need anybody-" Rena cleared her throat and Deck looked back at her with a death stare as he corrected himself.
"We don't need anybody."
"Maybe not. I know how you both like to...uh keep it in the family. Especially you, Mirena." Lowe said, causing Mirena to slide across the hood and grip the man's neck.
"What was that?" She whispered, holding tightly onto his windpipe.
"Just a joke...just a joke.." He coughed out, making her release him.
"But you two are going to need all the help you can get on this." He coughed out. Mirena rolled her eyes and nodded in Lowe's direction.
"Get whatever we need from him before it starts to rain again." She commanded Deck before getting back into the car.
Mirena tucked her turtleneck into her jeans and pulled the laces on her boots tight. She had to cancel a job for this so Hattie was going to get an earful once this was over and done with.
"Please tell me you aren't wearing that." Rena looked up from her boot and saw Deckard in a similar shirt, making her laugh as she snagged the McLaren keys from the hook.
"Well I'm not changing. Sorry, love." She mocked as she shrugged into her peacoat and tossed Deckard his. He caught it, a frown still on his face from seeing how similarly they were dressed.
"Every time." He grumbled, pulling on his jacket and following Mirena out the door.
The facility was big, tucked away inside a skyscraper that was a front for law offices and stockbrokers. Mirena could have sworn she felt her ears pop as the elevator climbed to the 23rd floor. She hated this building and she hated how she felt inside of it. Glass walls everywhere. She felt so vulnerable...so exposed. Deckard took note of the surroundings and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in to kiss the top of her head. Mirena pulled back after a moment and stood her ground as they were ushered into a glass box with a steel table in the middle of it.
"I'm a hard bitch..I'm a hard bitch.." She mumbled as her eyes traveled all over the room which only stressed her out more.
"I know how you feel, love, just-"
"Woah! I don't want any part of- This fucking guy!?" Deck was cut off and Mirena's head shot up and looked over to the other side of the box where the large Samoan man stood that she hadn't seen in a little over a year.
"No fucking way!" Deck and Luke yelled at the same time. Mirena rolled her eyes and knocked on the glass with her fist.
"I'm not working with this guy, been there done that. Her, however, I will gladly set time aside for." Luke winked at Mirena, making her smile softly.
"Please, anytime he gets involved in anything, you can kiss goodbye any finesse because She-Hulk here, only knows how to smash." Deckard insulted. Mirena crossed her arms and leaned up against one of the walls, lightly knocking the back of her head into it repeatedly. These men were insufferable when put together.
"I sure do, maybe that's the reason you lost Mirena in the first place? Mr. Arson, here, only knows how to blow shit up. Like his marriage."
"And the fact is, this guy is a real asshole!" They screamed in sync.
"Are you both done? Can I get out of here before these two blow this box up with all their hot air? Please? If I have to be involved in this Goddamn pissing contest for another second, I will shoot myself." Mirena groaned, glancing between the two neanderthals that wanted to kill one another.
"Oh come on Rena, you know you missed me," Luke said with a killer smile and a wink, making her chuckle and Deckard pull her back towards him by her waist.
"Would you stop bringing my wife into this?"
"Ex-wife" Luke and Mirena said at the same time earning Rena a dirty look from Deckard.
"Are you finished blubbering? You sound like a giant tattooed baby."
"Ya know what, I'm not listening to this horseshit, I got a job to do. Tell your mom I said hi, oh, wait, I'll actually do it myself." Luke said, turning back to the glass door. Deck wagged his finger at the large man and Rena pushed herself up from the wall, her eyes wide as she readied herself to intervene.
"You talk about my mother and I'll put your head through that wall and secondly, I'll have this job done before you're finished putting on your baby oil." Mirena groaned and got in between the two men, shoving them both back a foot.
"Would you two knock it off before I beat you both to death with your own dicks?!" She warned, looking between the two men that towered over her small frame. She took note of Luke's grip on the metal chair on his side of the table and forced back her urge to roll her eyes again.
"What? You gonna start throwing around furniture?" Deck asked, leaning over his own chair.
"Actually, I was gonna pick it up, turn it sideways and shove it right down your throat."
"Just like you, barreling through, smashing things in your armored truck, but that isn't gonna work here." Rena held them back, both of their chests nearing her head as they pushed into her palms that attempted to keep them apart.
"Hey guys! Why don't we all take a seat and talk about this." Came a voice from the other side of the box, making all three individuals look to the suit with daggers in their eyes. Luke threw the chair in his hands to the window, making him jumps as it bounced off the wall.
"I've done this already and it's a complete waste of time. I'm doing this my way. Rena." He barked as the door slid open. Mirena rolled her eyes and watched his puffed-up alpha dog ass walk away before she turned to Luke.
"It was actually nice to see you. I refuse to apologize for him because...well fuck you know why." She said, reaching out for Luke's hand momentarily and squeezing it before heading out after her ex-husband.