Thankfully I didn't dream and I woke up to the sight of Steve with a sketchpad, concentrating on drawing something.
"What you drawing?" I asked and sat up.
He snapped up his head. "Are you okay? Do you need help?" he asked. I shook my head, which now only had a light twinge, and asked "So what are you drawing?"
He flicked his notebook shut and replied "Nothing. I was just randomly sketching."
I didn't believe him at all, because even something with little intelligence could tell that he was lying. His eyes were moving round, a lot, and he generally looked nervous. "Now, are you going to show me the notebook or am I going to have to take it by force?" I asked, sitting up on the bed.
"I'm not showing you what's in it." he said holding it close to his chest.
"Fine." I said and shrugged. "Force it is then." I quickly jumped onto him, sending us straight onto the floor, and tried to pry his fingers away from the edges of the notebook. "Give it up Steve." I said, struggling to just keep him on the floor.
"Never." he said, half-laughing. I screwed my eyes shut and stopped pinning him down. I reached up to my neck and leant against the bed. I gasped and then breathed quickly.
"Oh my god!" he said coming over to me, leaving the notebook carelessly on the floor. "Are you alright?" he asked with concerned eyes. Suddenly, I slipped under his arm, grabbed the book and ran to the other side of the room. He came a couple of steps in front of me and said "Hey, that's not fair."
I shrugged again. "I told you by force."
I flicked onto the first page. It was a drawing of Stark Tower. He captured the building perfectly and the people. It was like I was sitting in his shoes. Looking back at him, I saw his head looking towards the ground. He looked embarrassed. I flipped through a couple more drawings of the Avengers in their battle armour until I got to the last couple of pages. They were drawings of me.
There was one of me from when I was on the helicarrier at S.H.I.E.L.D, one of when I was at the party with the girls, but the dress was at the appropriate length and the final one was of me asleep as I was a couple of seconds ago. I seemed so peaceful and it looked like I was Maria Hill and not Commander or Agent. Just Maria.
"These are really good you know." I said, coming down to stand next to him. "Ever thought about it as a profession and not just a hobby."
He smiled. "Always had it just for fun really."
"Well, if you ever want to sell a drawing, you know who to come to." I said, smiling back at him. I handed him back his notebook and he took it gratefully. "Sorry, I just wanted to see what you could draw like. It really is good." I said.
"Thank you."
"That's alright." I looked over at the clock, which read 19:06. "You gave me two hours." I complained.
"Sorry, you looked so beautiful and I didn't want to wake you." he admitted, going a light shade of pink.
"It's okay Rogers. I was just overpreparing for time. I'll see you later, okay?"
He nodded, smiled once more and then left. His smile was beautiful. Perfect. Like it was meant to be how all humans are meant to smile. I went over and checked over my belongings once more. I got changed into some battle clothes and died my hair blonde. You looked so beautiful. He said I looked frickin beautiful. The thought made my heart skip a little bit faster as I made my way into the kitchen at five to 9. Pepper, Steve and Bruce were there.
"You look very different as a blonde." Bruce commented and took a bite of his pasta.
"That's the idea." I said smiling.
"Oh Maria, did you want anything to eat before you go?" she asked.
"No thanks. I just came in here to say bye."
"Do you know what time you'll be back?" Steve asked looking hopeful.
"I should be back about 11 tonight, but i'm sure you'll all be in bed, so I'll come in quietly. I'll see you guys in the morning." I said, smiling at them. I let my gaze linger on Rogers for a second longer, before I turned to face the door.
Once I got to the rooftop, I got in the helicopter that took me upstate. I got changed on the way into my black little dress, now looking like a slut, and looked through the debrief once more.
Target: Fedor Igrasva
Crimes (All unknown to public): Drug and human trafficking, drug, diamond and bomb smuggling, rape, known involvement with Hydra
Background: Friends with people of high authority. Made trades with Stark Industries in past, secretly without knowledge of Mr. Tony Stark. Approach target with extreme caution.
Mission: Infiltrate Igrasva's party tomorrow night. Seduce him. Get him to tell you nuclear launch codes for Missile 675. Kill once codes have been authenticated.
We landed on a tall rooftop that was near the club.
I went down in the elevator of the building and went out onto the busy streets. I walked down the main street, getting wolf whistles as I went, and finally got to the club.
I went over to the bar, next to where my target was, and elegantly sat on a bar stool looking out at the dancers, trying to catch him attention. I looked over at him and he was looking at me with hungry eyes. He dismissed the two girls that were next to him, who also looked like sluts, and came over to me. I flicked my head back to the dance floor.
"Would you like a drink?" I heard a voice ask from behind me.
"I thought you'd never ask." I replied and then said "Vodka."
"Hey, two vodkas." he said rudely to the barman, who complied immediately.
"My name's Katherine. Katherine Bloom." I said, holding out my hand.
"Fedor Igrasva." he relpied and kissed my hand, looking up into my eyes. "So what brings such a beautiful lady to my club?"
"Your club?" I asked, as he passed me the cheap drink of vodka. "You own it?"
"This and many other buildings in Manhattan." he said, gesturing to the club, which gave me time to spill my drink on the floor and get it back up to my lips to make me look like I was drinking it without him realizing.
"You must be a wealthy man." I said, smiling seductively.
"That I am." he said, a desirable look in his eyes. What a prick!
"What? As wealthy as Tony Stark?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Wealthier." he said with a smirk on his face. Yeah, right. No one is wealthier than Stark, even I admit that. He was playing right into my hands.
"How about we take this somewhere more...private?" I said with a devilish look in my eyes.
"Sounds like a brilliant plan." he replied and got up out of his bar stool. I got off the stool too and he put his hand on my ass, leading me out of the door. This guy disgusts me.
His car took us back to his place and on the way all he talk about was the businesses he owned. He didn't even mention the crimes he committed, but I was going to get that information out of him whether he liked it or not.
"Please come in." he said, opening the door for me.
"Thank you." I said and entered, swaying my hips from side to side. "What a beautiful home for such an attractive man." I said, inspecting his house and heading in the direction of the bedroom.
"You are too kind, but you are also true." he said and smashed his disgusting, alcohol tasting lips against mine. He pushed open his bedroom door and threw me onto the bed. He took off his shirt to reveal his tattooed covered chest, which was actually quite toned. Once he was on top of me, I rolled him over and straddled him.
I quickly pulled out my gun and pressed it against his neck. "Move and your dead."
"Who are you? What do you want?" he asked and I moved backwards, so I was a metre away from him. He was still sitting on the bed.
"Missile 675. Give me the codes now and you don't have to have a very painful death."
"And if I don't?" he said, with a smug smile.
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice." I said and held the gun a bit tighter.
Suddenly, he sprinted up to me and I shot at his leg, but he dodged it at the last minute. He had a knife in his hand and he cut the arm that I was holding the gun with, causing me to drop it on the floor. He went down to pick it up, but I kicked him in the face making him fall backwards and the gun flew across the room hitting the opposite wall.
We circled each other until I charged towards him. He swung at me with his knife, but I ducked and tackled him to the ground. We fell to the floor and his knife cut my stomach. Not a deep wound, but it still was very painful. He pushed me out of the way harshly, which caused me to knock my head on the floor, disorientating me for a few seconds. He pinned me to the floor, holding one arm down with one of his legs and the other with one of his arms. He lifted his knife up to stab me.
He went to stab me, but my arm came loose and I grabbed his hand before the knife hit my face. He was strong and his knife was at the side of my ear. He pressed down a bit harder and I felt him cut my skin. The knife trailed across my face, causing blood to pool up in my ear from gravity, and ended up finishing at the edge of my mouth.
Right, lets finish this. At that moment, I kneed him in the balls and he dropped the knife, going to protect his delicate area. Thankfully I had excellent reflexes and caught the knife with my teeth. I grabbed the knife out of my mouth with my free hand and pushed him backwards. He fell onto the floor with a big thud and I straddled him this time. Blood was dripping down from my face onto his shirt, staining it red.
"The codes." I said, pressing the knife against his neck. "Give me the codes." He didn't answer, but winced in pain.
I pressed the knife harder into his neck. "The codes. Now."
"3..15...0..4...25...8" he said, breathlessly. I punched him in the head, knocking him out clean and got out my phone.
"Fury." a dark voice came through.
"31504258." I repeated. I had quite a good memory when I am sober.
"Checking them now." he replied and I waited in anticipation. I checked he was completely under before going to retrieve my gun. "They're good Hill. Finish the job."
I went over to him and shot him in the head. I don't enjoy doing this. It's just part of what we do. We stop the bad people. We stop evil. And this guy...this guy's pretty high on that list. I put a tracker on him, so Fury could locate the body and left. My face was still killing, but I just needed to get back to the tower and clean it up. I looked at my watch, which now read 22:30. I might be back early.
I walked down the street, got in the lift and got back into the helicopter, which had been waiting for me. Nobody seemed to notice the blood that was pouring down my face, but then again no one really does when your on a night out.