"Get in there and take your jacket and shirt off. I need to look at that wound." (Y/n) barked as she pushed Ulysses into the main room of her hideout. Slamming the door, locking every bolt and pushing a chair under the handle. The gangs may have not known her face before now, but they certainly knew it now. So more than ever, she needed to get out of here and back to Europe. Laying low, now more a priority than ever. S.H.I.E.L.D and the Avengers were just gigantic pains in the ass. But they weren't anything that she couldn't deal with. Fury, for all his bluff, most certainly didn't scare her, and his agents weren't as good as he would have people believe. And old tin draws and the star spangled Calvin Klein model, to her at least, were more flash than substance. And despite all the technology and super serums, she had never worried about them much. Yet the guys from the restaurant. They were real bad guys. They were the kind of men that wouldn't stop hunting you until you were food for the fish, and (Y/n) didn't like that. They held a grudge. And men like that had a long reach.

She could kill Ulysses for this. She had always been so careful. So circumspect. She had never revealed her face to those that hired her. Her money got to her via fifteen different bank accounts through varying countries and varying names, that she had ensured would take a long time to work through, if anyone ever wanted to try and track her. She would never use the same cell phone twice. And thanks to her computer knowhow, if they had ever tried to pin her down, she could make it appear as though she was in the middle of outer Mongolia. But now she was in the firing line.

"Ya lucky. I don't normally undress until the third date." Ulysses chuckled. Hissing uncomfortably as he took a seat on the bed and did as he had been told.

"Not now Klaue. I'm not in the mood for jokes. This is serious. I swear that if I didn't need your contacts to get me out of this hell hole, I would have left you in that damn restaurant to get your ass shot off. Of all the stupid, imbecilic.........and you owe me for a new dress." (Y/n) growled in reply as she grabbed for her medical kit, and made her way over to where Ulysses now sat half naked on the bed. Ulysses not failing to notice the even more revealing length of the dress, now that she had ripped a large strip off it so that she could bind his wound, as she sat by his side and carefully examined his wound.

"A dress is the least I can do. But it would be such a shame to cover those exquisite legs of yours." Ulysses replied. His hand drifting up from (Y/n)'s knee to the top of her thigh. The arms dealer hissing in pain as (Y/n) not only slapped his hand away but stuck her thumb into his wound.

"Leave my legs out of this, Klaue. And the next time you grab for something like that, I can assure you that you will be losing a little thing that you hold most dear." (Y/n) threatened. Turning Ulysses around so that she could begin to clean the wound.

"It's not as bad as I thought. I'll clean it up, but you're going to need a few stitches. You're just lucky that I am an expert with a needle and thread.

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(Y/n) carefully tied and cut the last stitch. Placing a gauze over the top of the wound. She had to admit that she had done a pretty good job, and it was most certainly easier stitching someone else up, rather than herself. And she had also quite enjoyed hearing Ulysses hiss in pain every time the needle had gone into his skin and the thread pulled through the torn flesh. The arms dealer having to deal with the fact that (Y/n)'s med kit had nothing in it, to help numb or ease the pain.

It was strange seeing Ulysses like this. (Y/n) had never really seen him look vulnerable before. Not as though he would ever admit to it. He was as stubborn as all hell, and far too cocky to tell anyone that he was hurt or needed them. And there was also something oddly appealing about being this close to him. About her fingers delicately touching his surprisingly muscular back, as she pulled his flesh back together. She had found that the only comfortable position she could find so that she could sew him up, was to sit behind him and place her legs on either side of his body. A fact that Ulysses seemed to be enjoying as much as she had to admit, only to herself of course, she was. (Y/n) often catching the dealer's eyes wandering up the length of her legs that he would grip onto every time she stuck him with the needle.

Normally, she would punch anyone that tried to grab for her like that. Yet she had had enough of fighting for one night, and at this moment would rather just curl up in bed and forget that the whole evening had happened. But, as she felt Ulysses' hand lay on her skin, and her fingers ghost over his flesh, she knew that the night was going to go a lot different that she would ever have thought.

"Ok. That's you all done. Now don't move too much, because if you tear those stitches, I am not doing them again." (Y/n) said. Tapping Ulysses on the back before she tried to move away. Only to find herself firmly held in place by Klaue's hands.

"Thank you, my liefie." Ulysses hummed. (Y/n) trying to calm her beating heart as his hands slowly crept higher up her thighs.

"I........I am sorry about tonight. I shouldn't have got you involved. I.........."

"Jeez, Ulysses. Am I hearing right? Did you just apologise? Are you feeling, ok? You know that doesn't mean that I've forgiven you. Or that you don't still owe me a new dress, right?" (Y/n) asked, chuckling as she tried to once again move.

"I promise that I won't make a habit of it. Don't want you thinking that I've turned into a gentleman. I............"

"You might not scrub up too badly, Ulysses. But one apology isn't going to make me mistake you for a gentleman. I mean, you wouldn't want to change the habits of a lifetime, and you wouldn't suit being a gentleman. Anyway, I prefer you the way you are. Like I like all my men. Sneaky, underhanded, untrustworthy, and bad." (Y/n) interrupted with a slight chuckle. Trying to make the arm dealer thing about something other than the fact that her chest was pressed firmly against his bare back.

"So, you like bad boys, huh?" Ulysses asked, looking over his shoulder at (Y/n). A grin pulling at the corner of his lips as he saw a delicate blush creep up to her cheeks.

"Well, you don't get many good guys in our line of business, do you. Not ones that don't just want to see you arrested and locked away for a very long time, anyway. Personally, I have always found bad boys so much more interesting. I............" (Y/n) began to reply, the rest of her words caught in her mouth as Ulysses suddenly turned and pushed her back onto the mattress. His body firmly held in place, as (Y/n)'s legs wrapped themselves around him.

"Would you like a bad boy right now, (Y/n)?" Ulysses hummed as he nipped at the skin on her neck. A shudder racing down (Y/n)'s spine as she felt Klaue push himself against her. It more than obvious that he wanted to show her just what a bad boy, he could really be.

"I.......I......." (Y/n) tried to reply. The usually eloquent mercenary, finding herself incapable of forming the correct words as Ulysses hands groped at her flesh. His lips and teeth brushing over her heated form as (Y/n) nails drug into the muscles in his back.

"I'll take that as a yes." The dealer chuckled, as he made light work of removing what little was left of (Y/n)'s dress. The rest of his own clothes joining the torn black material on the bedroom floor.

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(Y/n) watched as Ulysses spoke to his contact. The private jet waiting fuelled and ready, to take her on the long journey back to Europe. Away from the gangs that were still looking for them, and the nosey S.H.I.E.L.D agents that had been dogging her. To say the last couple of days had been unexpected, would be an understatement. To say that she knew where Ulysses had got the time to organise all this, between their long night "get to know you better" session, would be a lie. But she had to admit, that she had finally found a little faith in the arms dealer. She wouldn't go overboard and say that she trusted him with her life. But, a little faith was better then none.

"Everything is ready, pragtige." Klaue said. The sound of his thick, deep accent shaking her from her thought. Her eyes now focusing on the man that stood before her.

"Are you sure that you don't want to stay, (Y/n)? I am sure that you and I could think of a few more things to do together. And we both know that you will never find another bad man quite like me." Ulysses cooed. As he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.

"You know I need to go. Though you are quite right, I will never find another bad man like you." (Y/n) replied, as she placed a soft kiss to the dealer's rough lips. Finding that she felt strangely sad, as she removed herself from his arms and made her way up the small flight of steps to the door of the plane.

"But you never know. You continue being a bad guy, and it might not be long before you see me again. I can't let you have all the fun now, can I?" (Y/n) added as she turned around to look at him. The attendant taking her bag from her hand.

"Is that a promise, (Y/n)?" Klaue enquired, as took one last look at the mercenary.

"Its more than a promise, Klaue. All you have to do is have a little faith. Just a little faith." (Y/n) called out with a chuckle. Winking before she entered the cabin. The arms dealer happy to have more than a little faith that sooner or later, he would see (Y/n) again.