Against My Will 14A (Chapter) (Patreon)
Content
FULL CHAPTER HERE —> AGAINST MY WILL 14A
Parking in New York, I swear. It had only gotten worse since little Dr. Banner threw another of his big boy tantrums four weeks back — the second one on Fury’s watch.That one had gotten the man fuming mad.Not that he’d shown it, of course.Jolly Saint Nick liked to keep that calm smile on his face even if he was about to strangle the life out of whoever made the wrong decision to get on his bad side. Banner, unfortunately, was worth too much for Fury to simply snap his neck in the first place; not that the man could even risk it anymore without dealing with a much bigger — much more cannibalistic — problem on his hands.Honestly, just let me shoot the lil dickhead between the eyes. An adamantium arrow tipped with some of that anti-Hulk serum would probably put him down for the good sleep anyway. Anything to make him suffer for making him have to walk through New York with all these over-loaded duffels for a good eleven blocks.In August.In leather.“Remind me why we couldn’t have parked closer again.” He knew exactly why of course, the reason and the rationale being that having their main van any closer would lead to too much of an alert being raised. Still, that wasn’t the point of asking. “‘Cause I feel like we could have parked closer.”“Clint, sweetheart…” He didn’t need to see the eyes of the woman in front of him to tell she was halfway through rolling her eyes. “Do you enjoy being especially annoying before our missions together?” A tongue clicked. “Is this what you call foreplay?”A smirk spread across his face. “Why? You wanna find out?”“I’ve already been through enough torture training.”An eyebrow went high behind his black sunglasses. “Don’t tell me you think I’m worse than a car battery to the nipples?”“Oh, I know you are.” The agent in front of him kept her pace smooth and unbothered, hips swaying as she held onto a set of duffel bags of her own. “The KGB could only wish to match your skill.”