Author's Note: I don't own the Marvel characters. If I did, I probably wouldn't be writing fan fiction, I'd be writing BlackHill scripts.
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"So are you wearing them, or am I?" Natasha asked, dangling the handcuffs from one finger.
Maria looked into the mischievously sparkling eyes that seemed to be daring her. Clearing her suddenly dry throat, she rasped, "It's my turn I think."
"Best remove this…" Natasha grasped the jacket's lapels, sliding it slowly down Maria's arms until it dropped to the floor.
Maria felt cool metal bands fasten around her wrists, the snick of the mechanism sending shivers down her spine.
Their assignment liked his victims manacled; undoubtedly unaware, that Maria didn't need unfettered hands to be able to restrain him.