"Good thing I keep the blinds shut."

>>———>

HAVING LONDON'S EQUIVALENT OF BROKE BATMAN AS MY NEIGHBOR WAS NOT ON MY 'STAY UNDER EVIL NAZI RADAR' LIST.

"I need to use your computer."

I sighed as Marc burst through the door of my flat. "Hi, Marc! How's your day been? Mine's been peachy!"

"I don't have time for your attitude, Lu." The more grumpy alter of my neighbor snipped, well, grumpily.

"You broke into my home, Spector. You'll have time for whatever I say you have time for." I sassed, pointing to the previously locked door.

"Lucille Elizabeth, this is not the time!"

"Don't use my government name, you could have just said please." I muttered, standing up from my desk and letting the man take my place. "How's Layla? I haven't heard from her in a couple days."

"She's not talking to me." He grumbled, typing away on my laptop.

"Were you an asshole?" I asked, it was a valid question. I pulled up a chair, sending my friend a knowing look.

"That's not the point, Lucy."

"If you were acting like an asshole, it one hundred percent is the point." I countered, knowing what Marc was like sometimes.

"Why do I put up with you?" Marc bit, throwing an annoyed glare my way.

"Because I helped you fight a cult leader and I've been putting up with your bullshit for literal years."

"You're a menace." The sort-of former mercenary stated, rolling his eyes.

"I'm your's and Steven's best friend." I pointed out smugly, gesturing to the framed picture of Steven, Layla, and I posing in Cairo.

"You're a pain in the ass."

"I've been keeping your ass alive for three years." Scoffing, I pointed at my prosthetic leg. Its shiny metal surface reflecting the light.

"You're a child." He muttered, avoiding looking at the result of helping him fight a literal god.

"I'm literally your elder." I countered with a laugh, as my Somali cat rubbed against my prosthetic.

Muttering under his breath, Marc reached down and scratched behind Hermes' ear. "Hey, buddy."

"Sucker." I grinned in amusement, as my friend relaxed slightly with my cat's presence. "What's the emergency now?"

"There's someone watching your flat." The man said, flipping through the recent security footage.

"Good thing I keep my blinds shut." I mumbled, looking over my friend's shoulder.

"Lu, this is serious!"

"I was being serious, Marc." I deadpanned, before standing up and grabbing my handgun.

"Where are you going?" He asked, getting up to follow me out the door.

"To have a chat with my stalker."

>>———>

I'M NOT SURE WHY I DIDN'T EXPECT THE PERSON TO SIMPLY DRIVE OFF, BUT THANKFULLY THEY DIDN'T. As Marc and I approached the black SUV, the driver's side window rolled down.

"Lucy Barnes, it's nice to meet you." The man in the driver's seat greeted kindly.

"Lucy Barnes is dead." I grit out, trying to figure out how the new Captain America knew who I was. "It's Lucy Andrei."

"If Lucy Barnes is dead, then why am I staring at my little sister."

My brown eyes snapped to the passenger seat and saw the very last person I expected to find me.

"Frate?" I muttered in Romanian, staring at the ghost from my past. (Brother)

"You know these guys, Lu?" Marc asked, still a little defensive.

"At ease, Marc. They're friends." I told my friend gently grabbed my friend's hand and taking it off the firearm on his hip. "Come on inside, there's a lot to talk about."

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A/N:

Welcome to Killshot!!!

Just an fyi this is not a marcxoc fic, they've got a buddy cop kinda situation going. Layla is still in the picture and is Lucy's favorite person. I have no idea if I'm gonna give Lucy a love interest or just make her be a single pringle. If I do give her a love interest it'll probably be an oc, but idk honestly.

Also, Lucy is not perfect. She was kidnapped and brainwashed and turned into a killer, she's got trauma. If you don't like that she's a little on edge sometimes, you don't have to read the book.

Constructive criticism is welcome, but don't be a dick. No one likes a jackass. Keep it kind in the comments please, unless we're shit talking a sketchy character.

Spread love, not hate.
Love, Ally!