#fearofmercy

“Why didn’t yeh owl me?!” he snapped at Delila. Merlin’s beard, his face was red, Lucy wonder though how long it would be until Lee Jordan, Angela Johnson, or George Weasley pushed their way through to. Dean was already trying to calm down Seamus, who might as well have been clucking.

It was a sharp huff that left her lips as she pulled the glass out of her side. Someday Yelena Belova, the second and rightful Black Widow, would absolutely stop following around Delila right into danger without a single question. Yelena huffed again as if to let Delila know her absolute displeasure. “Come help me, Yelena.” she said mockingly, the telltale tones of her motherland slipping into her voice. “Jelena, won’t be big deal, bunch of scientist. We get, we go,” she pulled out some small glass shards out of the surrounding tissue. “This was big mess. Hydra sent you on suicide mission.”

“Ma’am, if you keep your hand there, I’m gonna have to ask you to go have a drink with me.”

“--can we talk about this after I stop bleeding?”

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Brows drew together in a quizzical manner and scrutiny appeared on his face while he watched her drink from the mug. “Really? You don’t drink coffee?” He asked, clearly amused, but still pestering the subject. “Because that drink in your hand smells an awful lot like coffee.”

“Delila, don’t!” it was too late and he knew it to be so. He’d never intended for Delila to see this side of him, did his best to keep it from her, time and again, and maybe it was inevitable. She was so curious, so pure and he was so wicked and deceitful. He’d done this to them. They could never go back now but he wouldn’t kill her. It would be so easy, here, in his basement, no one around, late at night. But no. The Devil couldn’t have her.

“I. Am. Not. Dating.”