Narcisa watched him leave, her face returning to it's usual mask. She needed a drink. The assassin stood from the bed, noticing that her shoulder was exposed and quickly covering it. She touched her forehead, still feeling his lips. She shook her head, walking over to the door and closing it, headed to the kitchen.
She picked up her drink from the table, pouring the remainder of Steve's into it and downing the entire thing in a few gulps, setting the glasses in the sink and picking the bottle of whiskey up, thinking of his last comment."No, it is not even close."She muttered, lifting the bottle to her lips and taking a large drink. She sighed, walking out on to her balcony, and looking at the streets, since the stars could not be seen in New York."American's. The sky is so much better in Bucharest."She whispered, watching as two cars collided in the street, and sighing, dismissing all thoughts of her previous home and taking another drink of alcohol. Her thoughts turned to the Captain, and she remembered the way he had so readily carried her to bed. But she also remembered the reluctance in his eyes, and cursed under her breath in Romanian, walking back into the apartment. She untied her robe, letting the sheer material fall to the floor as she laid down on her back on the bed, taking another drink of whiskey from the bottle before setting it on her bedside table and staring at the ceiling as she remembered the Captains gentle touch.
Narcisa blinked twice as she woke up. She sat up, tossing the bed sheets off of her. The assassin stood from the bed, rubbing her forehead as she walked to the shower. She turned the water on the coldest setting, the frigid temperature shocking her nerves and waking her up as the liquid ran over her skin. She bathed, stepping out as soon as she was clean, and pulling her hair into a high, tight bun, and combing her bangs with her fingers. She pulled on her underwear, bra, catsuit, and boots, zipping the flexible and sturdy material up to just above her breasts(not that it would go any higher), letting the crease of her cleavage show.
After a quick breakfast, Narcisa grabbed her twin desert eagles, strapped them to her legs, and headed for the bridge. She approached Fury directly as she entered the room, almost grimacing at the disapproving look he gave her."Have fun with the captain last night?"Fury asked, his one good eye focused on her as though trying to stare her down. She rolled her eyes."Fun is not how I would describe my evening."She muttered, walking away when Hill called for Fury's attention. She checked her phone, noticing that it was time to wake up captain Rogers."La naiba*."She muttered, walking toward his apartment reluctantly. She knocked loudly, waiting a few moments before knocking again."Captain! It is time to wake up!"She called through the door, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms over her chest, glaring at every agent that made eye contact with her and cracking her knuckles./color]