Agent 69, you weren't supposed to engage the target. Perhaps you need a vacation. Take a short leave until your next mission.
Maureen groaned and rolled her eyes as she made her way home. They weren't being fair- they had sent her there knowing well enough who she was... Who he was. There was no answer to the equation that wouldn't equal Maureen and Stark gravitating towards each other. En route back home, with a subconscious route through Hell's Kitchen (she's heard the stories, she's no fool: the route was taken because there was the high chance of her seeing... meeting the Devil of Hell's Kitchen), she could have taken more precautions.
Like paying attention to the people around her so she, in all her 5'2" glory, wouldn't be dragged into an alley, yanked by one of her arms and shoved against a wall as she cried out. She had the training to get out of this situation, she wasn't a damsel by any means... Even if there was a knife to her throat now.
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Agent 69, you weren't supposed to engage the target. Perhaps you need a vacation. Take a short leave until your next mission.
Maureen groaned and rolled her eyes as she made her way home. They weren't being fair- they had sent her there knowing well enough who she was... Who he was. There was no answer to the equation that wouldn't equal Maureen and Stark gravitating towards each other. En route back home, with a subconscious route through Hell's Kitchen (she's heard the stories, she's no fool: the route was taken because there was the high chance of her seeing... meeting the Devil of Hell's Kitchen), she could have taken more precautions.
Like paying attention to the people around her so she, in all her 5'2" glory, wouldn't be dragged into an alley, yanked by one of her arms and shoved against a wall as she cried out. She had the training to get out of this situation, she wasn't a damsel by any means... Even if there was a knife to her throat now.
She just wanted to see if the rumors were true.