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o4.| CAPTIVE.

JAMES WAS RIGHT ABOUT ONE THING. Natalia wouldn't shut the hell up. She continued to complain and yell during the night, which made falling asleep even more difficult. James wanted to sleep more than anything, but he couldn't with the fiery redhead a few doors down. He twisted and turned in his bed as he heard her until it was too much. He threw the covers off of his body and he stormed down the hallway, pushing open the door to her bedroom. She threw her red hair out of her face as she stared up at him, watching as he gave her a glare.

"You are a pain in the ass, you know that?" James questioned her, which only made the Russian smirk. The man shook his head, before dragging a chair over toward her bed, sitting on it backward as he faced her. Her hands were still pulled toward the nightstand as she stared at him, waiting for him to speak. "Okay, Natalia, what are you doing here and why won't you stop your little murderous acts?"

"Because it's not in my job description," Natalia spat, which made James roll his eyes.

"Look, I have an older brother with an ego through the roof, I can deal with you," James explained to her, growing more and more annoyed with her as seconds passed. "What are you doing here and what are your plans?"

"Why would I tell you anything?" Natalia questioned. "Because I know that I"m going to get out of these damned handcuffs and strangle you to death."

"Flirting will get you nowhere, sweetheart," James replied to her sarcastically.

"Don't call me that," Natalia hissed.

"Then don't threaten me," James snapped back, which made her roll her eyes. "I'm going to let you in on a little secret, my boss, who is a bigger and worse assassin than you, sent me on a mission that doesn't end in you being alive. In the end of each and every scenario, you end up in a cell for the rest of your pathetic life, or you end up dead. Got it?"

"Aren't you one with the ladies, threatening me to get answers," Natalia replied to him as she leaned back in her spot. Her red hair fell down her back as she threw it off of her shoulder as she turned her head. James shook his head as he let out a scoff. "James Stark, right? I've heard about you."

"Good for you, sweetheart," James replied to her coldly. "Anything else?"

"Makes me wonder why a Stark would want to work for a secret organization that would get him nowhere," Natalia shrugged. "You do know that that organization you work for is probably only using you for your money, right? I guess your brother is the smart one."

"Oh, yeah, he's a genius or something," James said sarcastically before he was on his feet and standing a few feet from her. A dagger was pressed against her throat and she watched as his eyes glossed over.

That was what she was trying to get out of him. Results. She figured that the work that he was trained to do had turned him cold, into someone who wouldn't hesitate to kill their captive. That was how she was. Natalia was more than willing to kill anyone that she needed to. And seeing that James was more than ready to end her life, gave her her answer.

Yes, he was a mere footsoldier, but he had guts. He went against his superior in order to get her alone, but why? There was a part of him that believed that she didn't deserve a life in a cell, or death even. But she wasn't a good person, and if he was as good as he made himself off to be, he wasn't either. He would've gone through the same shit that she had, only in different situations. He was a soldier, she was an assassin.

"Tell me, James, does your boss know that you haven't killed me? Instead, holding me captive?" Natalia questioned him, but James was quiet as he stared down at her. She tilted her head. "You're not going to slit my throat. If you were, you wouldn't have hesitated to do so. Like you just did."

James tore his hand away, removing the dagger from her throat and returning it to the holster on his thight. Natalia's eyes followed the dagger, before she met his gaze again. There was nothing flickering in them as she stared at him, and a small smirk crawled at the corners of his lips.

"Why did you save me instead of fulfilling your mission?" Natalia questioned.

"Like I would tell you the means behind my actions," James snapped at her and she narrowed her eyes. "Don't narrow those eyes at me, Romanova. They won't get you anywhere. And in the meantime, stop psycho-analyzing me. You're no psychiarist and I'm no case study."

"You and I are the same, James," Natalia stated plainly. "You don't see it yet, but we are. And you won't like it when you realize that we are one in the same."

"Yeah, sure," James said to her as he stood up, walking over toward the door. "I'm going to go back to bed, have fun with your theories about who I am and why I decided not to kill you. And as you dive into your deepest and darkest thoughts, keep me out of them. I know I'm great looking, but I don't need you undressing me mentally."

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