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"Why did I let you drag me into this? We're gonna get killed!"
"Oh, Bromanoff," Wade replied. "Don't you trust me?"
I raised a brow and gave him a look that answered his question. Suddenly, someone banged on the door.
"FBI! Open up!"
"Dammit, Wade. Look what you did." I harshly whispered. I reached up for my comm. "Babe, get Wade out of here. I gotta deal with the feds….Again."
"Aww, but it's cooler when they break in," Wade whined, before Pietro whisked him away.
The feds banged on the door again and I ran over to open it.
"Hands up!"
I placed my hands on my head. "I guess y'all weren't informed of this. Per usual."
"Informed of what?"
Coulson! "I'm Agent Elisabeth Rushman with the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics-"
"SHIELD? I've heard of it," the agent replied as he released me.
"Finally, the recognition we deserve," I quirked. "So, what are you doing here?"
"That's classified. What are you doing here?"
"Classified. But maybe we can swap war stories and brownie recipes later, don't you think?"
The agent laughed. "Maybe…." he held out his hand. "The names Derek."
"Pleasure," I replied, shaking it.
"Sweet baby angel….Your boy-toy is about to bite the dust if you don't get here in five minutes…."
My hand went up to my comm, as I sighed. "Be there in five." I turned back to the agent. "So, Derek. We can just forget this whole thing happened, right?"
"Probably not."
"Oh, well," I sighed. "I guess my people will call your people or something like that."
"Three minutes in counting…."
"Shut up, Wade. I'm coming!" I waived the agent goodbye again and bolted for the jet.
"Wade, if one white hair is misplaced, I will pay Stark to find a way to end you. Permanently."
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Hope y'all liked the tiny Criminal Minds cameo.
So, I know it's been a while since I've updated. School and work have been biting me in the butt as of late. So, writing has been really difficult.
Just hang in there guys, I'm not done yet.
(P.S: remember to send me any prompts y'all would like to see!)
BYE!