#carolina panthers

Warnings: Cursing, Sexual Implications

Summary: NOW WORKING FOR S.H.E.I.L.D, YOU FIND YOURSELF IN A PREDICAMENT, AFTER RUNNING INTO YOUR EX-PARTNER, FRATERNIZING WITH ANOTHER GIRL IN THE INTERNATIONAL GALA. 

Word Count: 1531

My lips twitched, as I bit the inside of my cheek; folding my arms together. I imagined piercing daggers, cutting through the thick skin of that, classless phony, attempting to seduce my ex-partner, Killmonger.  

I scoffed in annoyance, observing her plain tactics, she’s used to appear as flirtatious.The blood rushing through my veins, made it seemingly difficult to recuperate, but I managed. 

I grabbed one of the champagne glasses, stacked neatly on the tray, that the waiters were carrying around throughout the Gala. I took the glass to my lips, taking a long swig of the drink, tasting the clash of aged grape, and pomegranate. 

I set my drink to the side, diverting my gaze away from the two imbeciles before me, and watched the event unfold. There were people chatting among themselves, poised guests elegantly chowing down on their food, and the diplomatic representatives greeting each other with professional grace. 

Between the crowd, I saw Rogers give me signal, initiating our operation. Natasha sat a few stray tables away from him, pretending to check her makeup, in a small compact. She gave me a side eye look, indicating her part was done. 

On this specific night, we were ordered to gather central Intel, on Klaue’s recent arrangement with Killmonger. It was a surprise when they let me proceed with this mission, considering I use to associate with Erik myself. 

I swayed away, from where I was standing and sauntered over to where one of Klaue’s henchmen stood. During this time, I mentally went over the information I was given, in my head. 

“Franklyn James Castro, 34 years old; Domican and Nigerian, with a known alliance with Klaue in illegal transport of goods. Trained in the arts of Masangwe, and Jujitsu”. 

I was due to be back with information, immediately reporting it to Natasha or Rogers. I smoothed the slight wrinkles of my dress, fixing the slit that went from my upper thigh, to the floor. I also shifted the deep V-neck, careful on not exposing the wire, that ran underneath the cloth. 

I tucked my flowing hair, behind my ear, and seductively walked towards the man. I would be lying if I said he wasn’t blessed with attractiveness, he resembled a similar face to the king himself, T’challa, but his eyes were a shade of light hazel, equivalent to autumn leaves. 

I captured his gaze from a mile away, his eyes twinkled, engrossed at my appearance. I licked my lips seductively, staring back at him with the same look, a mischievous smirk etching itself onto my face. 

He looked to the side in hesitance, before ambling towards me, with a charming grin. From my peripheral view, I noticed Steve walking towards the back, proceeding with his role in the assignment. 

“Hey beautiful, I couldn’t help but notice such a pretty girl, by herself” He flirted, taking his bottom lip in between his teeth, basically devouring the sight before him. 

“Hey there handsome, I was just trying to look for my friend. He seems to always be off somewhere, without notifying me” I responded, a fake giggle, made to sound graceful and attractive, slipped my mouth, while I maintained eye contact, and came closer.

His breath hitched, as our proximity decreased, unveiling my exposed cleavage, awakening a new sort of attentiveness from him. 

“Well as a civic duty, I’ll accompany you while you wait” He flirted, slipping his hand on the small of my back, confidently pulling me towards him. 

“So are you going to tell me your name, or do I have to get it out of you, myself” I teased. 

“Franklyn. But I might’ve taken you up on that offer, if I knew you sooner" He chuckled flirtatiously, slyly winking at me. 

A rosy blush crept onto my cheeks, emitting a soft glow. My hands timidly placing them on my sides, creating a vulnerable and believable display. 

“So how about you? You have to enlighten me with your name, unless you prefer me calling you beautiful” He offered, his arm drifting further down south. 

As I was to respond, a familiar tone cut through the air. Almost immediately Franklyn’s arm was forcefully nudged off of my waist, and replaced with a much firm grasp. 

“Actually, you wouldn’t need to call her anything. Franklyn. Now get your ass back to your position, before I tell Klaue about your little rendezvous with women, rather than doing your job” Erik threatened, a fiery glare directed towards Franklyn. 

Franklyn soon sped off in cowardice, and returned to his designated location. I turned around facing Erik, a grimace plastered on my face. “What the actual fuck Erik?” I snarled, stepping away from his hold.

“Well nice to see you too, Y/N” He retorted, reclaiming his position by my side. “It’s been a long time hasn’t it?” 

“More like, not long enough” I grumbled, crossing my arms together tightly, not bothering to shove him off of me, knowing that he will willingly come back anyway. 

“Looks like you’re a bit rusty in the field, darling” He said, staring at me with a twisted excitement in his eyes. I stared at him incredulously, baffled at his statement, before his palm began to travel down the side of my chest, an into the slip of my V-neck. 

“Erik-” A whispered shrill, slipped from my mouth in surprise. 

He easily pulled out the wire underneath my dress, and pulled out the small microphone, and diminished it in his fingers; completely destroying the device. “It was obvious you had a wire underneath your dress. Rule number one in scheming; never hide your paraphernalia under an apparel, that is eye catching, and you definitely caught my eye, Babygirl”. 

“I am not, and never have been you Babygirl” I snapped, resisting the urge to spit in his disgusting, yet charming face. I attempted to walk away from him, and the entirety of our conversation, but he blocked my path by jumping in front of me. 

“So is this what S.H.E.I.L.D’s put you up to? You know they don’t really care about you Y/N, T’challa doesn’t need you either. They just want you for your knowledge” He stated, clawing at my last nerves. 

“You could help me, and Klaue-” 

“Cut the bullshit Erik. Why don’t you ask that girl you were fraternizing with earlier to join your shit team” I fired back, gritting my teeth as my patience was beginning to spread thin. 

“Well, she was going to be part of my weekly hookups, but something else caught my eye” He dangerously, closed up on our space, using his arm to trap me into him. 

He still wore the same deceiving eyes, and delectable lips. His gaze was dark, but his irises held an ember, igniting an old spark I had proudly shown in the past. 

I glanced away, averting my attention to the beautifully decorated tables of the Gala, anything but his eyes. He pressed his fingers to the side of my chin, fondly tracing shapes on my cheek, before forcing me to look up at him. 

“Stop Er-” I was cut off by him, practically dragging me off to a more secluded area. We ended up in a balcony, decently lit, courtesy of the moon, with huge floral vases placed delicately in the corners. 

The railings were made of some expensive marble, sculpted into a shape, you would only see in Greece. I still kept an unnerved facial expression, but my heart beat gave it away. I was internally nervous, this was definitely not part of the plan. 

“Erik, you can’t just-” 

I was pushed back against the glass doors of the balcony, lips feverishly glued onto mine, hastily maneuvering in rough motions. I knew it was a trap to fall into, it had been the same trap I fell into months ago. But it is the same trap, I’ll willingly fall into now. 

We pulled apart, Erik still pressing me against the glass. “Baby you talk to much” He commented, brushing my hair to the side. 

I smiled reluctantly in return. “Maybe if you stopped cutting me off, I wouldn’t have to” I reasoned, snaking my arms around his neck. 

He bent down nipping at my collarbone. “After all this time, even after you left, I can still make you melt under me just by kissing you, my love”. He traveled back up, landing a kiss on my nose. 

“I’m stand guilty” I admitted, enclosing our space with a small peck on his, slightly swollen lips. “But you know I still can’t be with you Erik. I made a deal with S.H.E.I.L.D, and T’challa”.

“Fuck them Y/N. Especially T’challa. They’re all some white crackers, with a brother working with them, who have egos the size of their organization. If they want anything to do with you, they’ll have to go through me first” He said in a confident, yet serious tone. 

“But what about your ‘weekly hookups’?” I questioned, trailing my ring finger down his sharp jawline. 

“All for you baby” He responded, taking my hand and directing it down his chest, over the regal ensemble he was wearing. 

“Well…I wouldn’t want to starve you from your weekly dose, would I?” 

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