Being a spy was an awesome job on paper, but once you live it in the flesh, is a torture, going crazy in your own mind as you can't tell anyone else your secrets or feelings, risking everything if you do.

Especially now, as you stand infront of the man that had made you fall in love in the past few day, while you hold a gun on your hand, pointing at him, your heart aching and your mind fighting to keep up your though persona, the anger and love fighting inside of you.

Steve Harrington, the spy from your enemy's side, the one who was capable of ruining your boss, was standing with a confident smile on his face, knowing you loved him, as much as he loved you, and knowing full well of who you really were.

"You can do anything you please, Steve. But you have very little time to do it in."

You said, trying to mantain the coldness in your voice, after almost giving in to your love, almost giving Steve the most important information you knew, almost betraying your country, just for him. But now, your mind telling you he was just tricking you, you fought, believing that pitiful lie your mind tells you.

"You mean you're actually going to kill me?"

Steve answered, his face a puzzle of confidence and also understanding, his hands on his pockets, as you two looked at each other, one side confident that the trigger wouldn't fire, and the other fighting between betraying his heart or country.