Now Where’s Your Champion? [@athermajestysservice]

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inheritorofmemories:

Natasha draws back, allowing the expression to fall back to her more natural neutrality once more. “Of course I don’t trust you,” she answers, re-adjusting her dress where the target had mussed it. “It’s hardly as though you trust me. We’re agents who are temporarily co-operating - trust doesn’t come in to it.”

She sighs as he points it out - she knows that back up is standard procedure, and that realistically she’ll be safer with him there. Mostly. “Tie him up at least,” she says after a moment, fixing her gun back into its holster as she speaks. “We need to go as soon as possible, before they realise he’s gone.“

“We are, at present, working for the same agency. Do you really think me foolish enough to risk pulling anything here that would affect my work at MI6? I do wish to continue being an agent, my dear Natasha. I’m hardly going to be so petty as to ruin your mission.” he rolled his eyes, shaking his head. “You really should think about an agent’s background before assuming.”

Stepping over to the man, he removed his tie from around his neck before dropping him back down again, using the man’s tie to tie his wrists and ankles together behind his back before turning back to Natasha. “All done.”

"It’s nothing to do with intellect,” she tells him sharply. “And stronger men than you have reacted strangely to my presence. Do as you’re instructed, by a senior agent, I might add, and we won’t have a problem, 007.”

She’s furious at being outwitted on the hostage front, although it only shows in the curt nod she gives him. “Come on,” she instructs, striding out of the doorwar and back down the stairs, locating the entrance she’s looking for.