"Are you ok?" Bronte asked, once the van was a safe distance from the CIA house, looking over the lacerations on Klaue's face.

He grasped her hands within his, "I'm fine," he ended her check and changed the subject, "Were you serious back there, about us? I'm not sure what to believe anymore and I am not a person who puts myself in a vulnerable position, with good reason," he question, his tone deliberate.

Bronte took a deep breath and grasped his face, looking into his blue eyes with her own, "I was very serious and I understand you having second thoughts about me because of what I've done and if you want to pull over and let me out, I get it. But, don't ever believe that I don't love you because that isn't an act."

Ulysses leaned forward and placed his lips delicately, wrapping her hair around his one hand. Bronte started to deepen the kiss until she remembered they weren't alone and pulled back, "Where are we going?" she asked, catching her breath and gathering herself.

"Don't stop on our account," Killmonger stated, "We've seen much larger displays but we'll tell you when we get there. Somewhere safe until the heat is off."

Bronte wasn't sure about his reply and looked at Ulysses as the van continued down the road.

The van came to a stop after, Bronte had lost track of how long they'd been on the road, and Erik got out of the driver's side and opened the back door to let Ulysses and Bronte out.

Bronte looked around, grabbing Ulysses' hand, "Why did you bring us to a junkyard?" she asked, her free hand slowly moving to her gun, Erik wasn't aware she'd gotten her weapon and badge back.

Erik smiled, the charm adding to Bronte's worry, "The plane is here. What were you thinking?"

"She's been on edge today," Ulysses replied as he gestured for Erik to lead the way to their plane.

Erik laughed before taking a step ahead of the pair and began walking to the plane.

"I don't trust him," Bronte whispered, "He brought us here to kill us and take the artifact. I can feel it."

Klaue nodded, "I've been thinking the same thing since his vague answer as to where we were going. Do you wanna make a run for the van?" he asked, worried more for her survival then his own.

She shook her head, "We can't while he's able bodied. His assassin record puts yours to shame as amazing as you are," she let him in on her plan, "He is going to pull a weapon on us before we reach the plane and since you don't have your arm, I'm going to draw mine faster."

"A plan based on hopefully never ends well, my Love," he replied, "But, I trust you and as you said, unless he's close enough for me to fight hand to hand, you're our best shot. How were your marksmen numbers in the CIA?" he asked, curiously due to his newfound knowledge of her true identity.

She turned to look at him, a smirk spreading across her face, "I was number one in my graduating class."

They kept walking forward until Erik stopped, about ten feet from the plane and turned to face them. He turned slowly and Bronte saw the gun long before he was all the way facing them, pulling her own before he knew she had it.

"Sorry to end things like this," he said with fake remorse as he began to point his gun at the two.

Bronte was already ready, "Not as sorry as you're going to be," she corrected him before pulling the trigger, landing the bullet right in his chest, inches above his heart, sending him to the ground.

She turned to Ulysses, "We have to get to the van and get out of here," he nodded and took her hand as they raced to the van, hopping in and hot wiring it, hoping Killmonger was still down.

"It's on!" Bronte yelled as she put it in drive and floored it, driving for at least fifteen minutes before finally looking at Ulysses, "You're ok, right? I didn't hear his gun go off."

He nodded, "I'm fine, Love, just very impressed with your skills. I've seen you do my kind of work and you've always been an ace but at this, you were exceptional. I'm glad they never sent you after me to arrest me," he added with a subtle smile.

"As you should be," she said with a wink before continuing, "I have an even crazier plan that's based on hope, if you'd like to hear…" she paused.

Ulysses smiled as he signaled for her to share so she did, "I think Erik is a Wakandan and I believe the real reason he wanted to work with you was to kill you and take you back as his way to claim the throne. We threw a wrench in part of that plan but if we go back and tell Agent Ross and King T'Challa what we know, perhaps they'll both let you go," she finished as optimistically as she could.

"Oh my Love," he said accompanied by a long sigh, "If I were only wanted for the crimes they seek me for, your plan would be genius, however I have done more bad things then I can even remember. Killmonger doesn't have my dead body and that's he only way I can help, I'm afraid."

"Do you wanna stay on the run for the rest of your life?" she asked, her face showing the pain his life caused her.

He smiled, turning in the passenger's seat, so he could grasp her hand with his, "Bronte, I've been on the run my whole life so it's nothing to me but what matters to me more now is, will you run with me?" he asked, his face serious, more then she'd ever witnessed in their time together.

Bronte swallowed before acknowledging his request, "Klaue, I told you earlier that I would and I still will but I would be lying if I apart of me didn't want to go back to my job. They could make you my CI and we'd be free to live our lives together without looking over our shoulders and I want that for you," she admitted, "I know that life but I want to know it with you by my side."

"Love, if this is that important to you then we can try your plan," he conceded, "But, if things don't go as you hope then I will make a break for it and continue the life I've been living," he stated, making sure she understood his position.

Bronte stopped the car, put it in park and turned to face him. She leaned forward and placed her lips to his, deepening it as she moved over from her seat to straddle him in his, her hands on his face and undoing the buttons of his shirt. She broke the kiss for only a moment to whisper, "Ulysses Klaue, if the plan doesn't work then I will run with you for the rest of our days," she promised before resuming their kiss, feeling him smiling against her mouth as his hand ran up her back into her hair.

The End