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"Please tell me you're joking!" She whispered in a broken voice looking at the one she thought wouldn't hurt her.

He glared at her darkly, "you are the one who goes around sleeping with men for money!"

She froze as her eyes glossed over, her hands clenched in a fist, and her mouth parted slightly, "That's not true."

"It's not?" He chuckled darkly, flicking his phone causing a hologram to appear.

And there was a picture of her in a rather revealing dress, sitting across a man rather old, as she gave him a suggestive smirk.

Her eyes widened, how had he gotten that picture? It was a private room. The man was the target, she had to get information from him on Hydra. He could not have gotten that picture unless someone from inside sent it to him.
Someone like Fury.

"Alex I.."

"You what!" He yelled.

"I.."

"I loved you. I cared for you. I thought that you- you loved me too." His voice was broken, as he looked into her eyes.

"I'm sorry." She whispered.

"That's all you can say!" He yelled frustrated.

He had trusted her.

Composing herself he stared at him, "what else do you want me to say?"

"You-"

"Where did you get that."

"How is that relevant?"

"It is to me."

"I thought that you were sick. You said that you were sick and I believed you! And three hours later I got this picture. How do you think I feel!"

She closed her eyes and finally said the three words he had wanted to hear from the day he met her.
The three words that he did not care for any longer, not after what she did.

"I Love You."

"I Hate you."

'I hate you' was a broken lie he told her, a broken lie she believed.