through space and time || pietro maximoff

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His hands roam, and I let them. Until I feel them unzipping the back of my dress. I pull away from our kiss and gently push him away.

"No, no Tony we can't. What about by passers? People? What about the party?" I'm rambling, my head spinning. We're both breathing so heavily and panting so much the air returning to my lungs felt weird.

"Screw the party," he breathes, going for my lips once again, but he stops once I swerve away. He sighs. "You're right. I don't think I'd want our first time to be in a public restroom, either."

I find myself genuinely smiling at his comment.
He grabs the coat he discarded in our lust filled haste. He quickly fixes himself in the mirror and stands before me, holding out his hand.

"Shall we?" He grins.

I want to take his hand, but I can't move, my feet forbid me to. The feeling has yet to go away, not without reaching it's high. Not without tasting his lips one more time. He stares at me, we stare at each other. His face is confused but in a good way. He wants to stay. I want to stay. A smirk curls on his lip, and I want to smash it away, with my own lips.
Oh God. Please kill me now.

It happens so fast. We all but pounce on each other. Mouths on each other's bodies. He ravages me, ripping my clothes. We're sweating, panting, and it feels like I'm training at HYDRA, but so much more pleasurable. More sweating, more panting. Pounding, hearts racing. Everything blurs. My head burns. And I love it. I don't know what I was so worked up about. This is the best thing to ever be able to happen tonight.
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We're back in his hotel room now, all tired out like dogs. I'm still in euphoria somehow, refusing to come down. Tony notices, and smiles as he nudges my shoulder.

"Earth to Katy, hellooo Katy? We know you just had the greatest moment of your life but as you said, the party awaits." He laughs, but I don't care, I just sigh contently and nuzzle myself closer to him, my eyelids becoming heavier.

"Screw the party." I whispered, barely keeping my conscious. I didn't have a care in the world. Not for Tony Stark, not for HYDRA, not for the other agents downstairs waiting for us to make our entrance. I didn't care.

It wasn't until the doors blasted open that I cared. Tony jumped up and demanded what the problem was. I, still naked under the sheets, grabbed the blankets off the bed and ran to the bathroom, not seeing who was at the door. Luckily for me, there were some extra clothes in the cabinets.

Shouting was erupting from the other room. I grabbed my hidden gun out from under the sink and loaded it.

"Where's Galina?"
"She's not in the room, Sir. But her clothes are still here."

Viktor?

I rushed out of the bathroom in time to see Viktor strangle Stark.
"When I find out what you did to her-"
"Viktor, there's no need for that." I nearly yell at him in our native tongue. He drops the billionaire when he sees me, a flash of relief in his eyes. It only lasts a moment, though.

"Where the hell have you been, Galina? We had a strict schedule."
"I know, it was just a minor setback."
"Minor setb- what are talking about? I come in here to find you in another man's room? In the enemies bed, no less." His voice drips with venom.

In the corner of my eye, I spot two of the other agents holding Stark in place.

"I don't know what happened." Is all I can say.
"We'll, you'll have plenty of time to recover your memory on the way home. But first, we deal with Stark." He turns around, pulling out his guns and smiling at the vulnerable man who hasn't stopped shouting since we were interrupted.

I suddenly feel myself become tired and frustrated, so I grab my bag and clothes as I say to Viktor, "You deal with him, I'll wait in the car."

As I reach the door to leave, Tony yells out to me.

"So that's it? This is what you do? You're just some hooker for hire? From the Russians? None of it was real?"

"Not even the orgasm." I tell him.

I leave him in the room, with only the sounds of punches and blows and yelling to accompany me out of the hotel, through the lobby that was still crowded with partiers, and away from what was possibly the best night of my life.

Two Months Later -

I was wrong. After I had waited in the car for about an hour, Viktor and the agents rushed back only to tell me that Stark had somehow gotten away.

But that wasn't even the worst part.

As I look at the small golf ball sized growing body on the screen I determine that the punishment from HYDRA is not the worst thing that happened that night, losing Stark is not the worst thing that happened that night, not even having to tell Viktor every detail of what went on between me and the multi-billionaire was the worst thing to happen that night.

It was ever setting my eyes on that motherfucker in the first place.