(𝟮.𝟮) 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 ➣ {𝕪•𝕓} ❘ [𝖇𝖑𝖆𝖈𝕶𝖜𝖎𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

🗡𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫 ❘ 𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒖𝒑

"You're such a bitch," Y/N huffed, getting up to her feet.

"Takes one to know one," Nathan grinned at her, quirking his eyebrows in punctuation.

"You were the one that was after me? For all these years?"

"I was keeping you on your toes so that you wouldn't die," he told as he stood up, gently padding the bruise on his cheek.

"Keeping me on my— that's your explanation?!" Y/N spluttered, picking her gun from the floor.

"Well you're alive, aren't you?" he waved a hand in declination, "You're welcome."

She gritted her teeth together, "And did you raid my vault? Under the name of Ross?"

"Er," he winced sheepishly, "Guilty as charged."

Y/N decked his nose with the back of her gun, "That's for taking my stuff without my permission! Do you have any idea the mess you've just created?!"

"Ugh," Callum held his head up, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Okay, I kinda deserved that. Wait, so you would've given me if I had asked you directly?" he blinked at her in surprise.

"You wish," she scoffed, "And besides I didn't even know you were alive," she walked past him over to the mirror at the other end of the room.

"Oh please, you really would've wanted your baby brother to tag along with you while you kicked ass and saved the world from robots and what-not with the cool kids?"

"For starters, you're not my real brother so," Y/N trailed off, removing her hair from the up-do.

Nathan froze abruptly; his heart dropped to his stomach and he twisted his lips to a frown, "And the Avengers aren't your real family," he spun on his chair to face her, "Tell me, what was the cause of divorce between Tony Stark and Steve Rogers?"

Y/N smirked, ducking her head with a chuckle, "I'm not here to talk about that."

"Oh yeah, right," recognition filled his features, "Someone's after you. Somefour, actually," he added, grinning at his joke.

"Bullshit," she shook her head, "Where's the first aid kit?"

"Aw," he pouted out his lower lip, "You're gonna patch me up?"

"Bitch please," she rolled her eyes, "I'm asking for myself," she waved at her bleeding cheek and the injuries littered on her arms and neck.

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Y/N had finished cleaning and tending to all the bleeding wounds and was checking for any spots she had missed in the mirror.

Nathan had changed into another suit that matched his skin completion and had just walked into the room and sat on a rotating chair.