Welp, lack of internet yesterday means I photoshop a new header for my fic. TA DA!
Here’s part of part III, since I’m feeling proud of it, though it’s still rough:
He laid her on the bed, and made short work of tying her up, arms at her side.
She blew him a kiss, coupled with a withering look. “You know, I can’t move my legs, Agent Barton?”
“That’s kind of the idea,” he said.
She huffed and turned her head away from him. “Why didn’t you kill me, Agent Barton?”
He sighed. “No.”
She moved her legs and managed to kick him — hard — in the shin.
He didn’t move. “Keep doing that and I’ll tie you to the bed too.”
“You don’t know,” she said, “I might like that.”
“I guarantee, you would not.” He climbed onto the bed, and sat cross-legged, facing her. He opened the dossier on his lap, and when she craned her neck to see it, he tilted it towards him. “Tsk tsk.”
“I’m just curious to see what information you have on me.”
“I like that you imagine that we don’t have everything on you.” He laughed as she made a face as if that were impossible. “You haven’t had S.H.I.E.L.D. tracking you before?”
“Of course I have,” she said.
“Right, but this is the first time they’ve wanted you dead.” he said.
She snorted. “What makes you think they haven’t failed before?”
“They haven’t sent me before.”
“Well I’m glad you think so highly of yourself, Agent Barton.”
He shrugged. “I’m not one to exaggerate and you know it.”