Especially dead ones with soft brown hair and pretty brown eyes who remind you of every faceless body you’ve fucked…
Oh my God, he thought to himself as he listened to her talk. This was a sudden turn of events that he hadn’t anticipated. At all, really. How could he when just moments ago she had been whispering to him, begging him, or rather, ‘Alina’ to stop? And now she was pulling out the creepy act, running her fingers like spiders up and down his arm. God, he wished he could high-tail his way out of this assignment, but a job was a paid job and he was here to do it. Even if he did have to deal with psychos. And geez, did it always have to be the psychos.
He could feel her leg trailing up the inside of his own and he found that that was quite enough, thank you, and so he quickly sidestepped over the limb to stop it trailing any further. He had to remain professional, even when in the midst of a very unprofessional captive. Seriously, wasn’t this girl well versed in the fact that she was supposed to be screaming and crying right now? Sigh. People these days.
“Well, y’know, darlin’- I’ve heard a lotta things in my time an’ lemme tell ya, that hasn’t been one of them. Because what you’re tryna tell me right now sounds a lot like you tellin’ me that you’re fuckin’ insane. I mean, the hell’s wrong with you? I might be a killer but at least I ain’t some cold hearted murderess whore,” he said, still astounded as to what he was hearing. She was a SHIELD agent, for god’s sakes- didn’t they screen these sorts of people to keep them out? And here he was thinking standards were starting to get lax in places like HYDRA. Well, now he knew they looked like angels in comparison. “Maybe it woulda been better if I had been told t’kill ya, coulda done with one less weirdo like you on the planet.”
He was about to step back in disgust, perhaps to do something else to her until her arms wrapped around his, pulling him uncomfortably closer. Great. Her tone sounded low as she spoke, but the dead silence of the room made her loud enough for him to understand what she was propositioning, for want of a better term. Wrenching himself away, he didn’t even have time for a proper reply before he found his hand and the knife cutting through the air, in the direct path of bashing into her skull.
“Bingo! I woulda been less insane, but my parents fucked me over pretty good,” she said, all but singing her reply. “They’re not dead. Not yet, anyways. I’m saving something real special for them. Not that you’d want to hear it, killjoy.”
She kept going even as he pulled away from her, unable to stop the torrent of words as they spilled from her mouth. “You should kill me. You should kill me anyways, then, do a good job for your masters ‘cause I’m telling you, baby, you’re a whore as much as I am. Just ‘cause people ain’t riding your dick to pay your rent doesn’t mean you’re any better—”
She didn’t even flinch as his hand came down at her face, smashing the handle of his knife into the side of her head. The crack of the impact sent her out of the chair and she landed on the floor, curled up on her side as she tried to reorient herself.
At that point, she did the only logical thing left. She started laughing.
It swelled up from deep within her, bubbling out from a well that could not be stopped and the laughter kept coming and coming as she pushed herself off of the floor.
“So you work for HYDRA and AIM? I’ve never heard of two pimps sharing a whore, so that just isn’t sitting right with me,” she spat, still giggling as she got into a sitting position, knees tucked under her. “Then again, maybe you’re good enough. You hit nicely, and maybe you have a pretty little fuckable face under that mask. I don’t pretend to know how you take it.”
As she spoke, she moved closer to him, pushing herself upright, a vague plan churning in the back of her head.