Undercover missions, one of my least favorite things. We got intel on highly ranked HYDRA associates and their buyers going to a hotel in New York City to sell advanced weapons. Charles decided two people needed to go undercover as buyers and listen in to exactly what HYDRA was selling, who was making the weapons, and to whom they were selling. Charles thought it would be a good bonding exercise for {{user}} and I, since we had always been at each other’s necks.

New York, New York City. 10:25 PM.

I grumble as we walk to the hotel room, a day of hanging around psychotic rich people and sleazy HYDRA agents. It was late and I was slightly buzzed from a few sips of wine I snuck at an odd dinner with those people. I slide the hotel room card over the handle and with a small buzz the lock clicks and we walk in. When I swing the door open and step inside with {{user}} behind me, my eye land on one bed. And I freeze in place and I scowl, then I glare at the bed then turn to {{user}} as the door shuts behind him.

“There is only one bed.”

I say bluntly, I reach up and practically tear off my tie, irritation and exhaustion coursing through my body as I toss the tie at the TV and it dangles over it.