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Ballerina, pt 5

Finally, I was able to write something. Infinity War shook me so much it took me awhile to write this chapter. I hope you will all enjoy it though!

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Summary: Ever since Y/N Y/L/N has become a spy, she has been working alone to get to Nikolai Sakharov, a Russian criminal. Little did she know that her mission was about to change everything she thought she knew about her life.

Part one, part two, part three, part four

Pairing : Spy!Harrison Osterfield X Reader

Words: 3861

Warnings: the beginning is violent, there are swear words. There might be some typos too haha. If you aren’t comfortable with violence, don’t read the story, it’s a spy story so yeah, I guess you understand but if you love spy stories, enjoy my child.

Your POV

You woke up at 5 AM, wishing you could have slept more but knowing you finally would be able to get back to work. Just the thought of it excited you so much that you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep any longer anyway. So you got up and headed to the bathroom, where you took a quick and cold shower. When that was done, you got dressed. You chose your black pants in which you could hide more knives that you would probably ever need. You then put on black boots that made you feel like you could conquer the world. You completed the look with a simple black t-shirt.

You were walking to the kitchen when you heard a knock on your door. You wondered who it could be so early in the morning. You thought it might be agent Osterfield but he had never come this early. Well, except the time he came to clean up Peter’s stuff, he had never come at all. To have someone knocking at your door at this time of the day was… unexpected. You couldn’t help but to think something was off.

You walked to the door, looking through the peephole. Two men were standing on the other side, one of them being one of the men that were with Sakharov the day of the auction. And they were armed. Crap.

You hadn’t had the time to get your knives and you knew you wouldn’t have the time to get them before the men would try to break in. Your eyes went to your wrist. Your bracelet was your only weapon. A bracelet against two men armed with guns. This was going to be fun.

You took a deep breath before opening the door, flashing them your brightest smile.

“Miss Ivachov”, said one of the men in a perfect English, “we need to talk.”

As he was saying that, you had scanned both of the men up and down. The one who had talked had a Glock 17 in his belt. The other one had a Makarov PM, a Russian handgun. That one was the man from the auction and you noticed he was putting all of his weight on one of his legs, giving you the hint that he was hurt in the other. The first guy had a scar on one cheek, probably caused by a knife or something like that. Both had knives too. Great.

“I think not”, you finally answered.

The man from the auction started to laugh before saying with a deep Russian accent:

“You don’t have the choice.”

You looked at agent Osterfield’s door over their shoulders, hoping he might had noticed the two men entering the building.

You noticed from the corner of your eyes that the first man’s hand was slowly reaching for his gun.

“Then, come in”, you said as you tried to look as composed as possible.

You stepped aside to let the men come in, shutting the door behind them, keeping at all time your two eyes on them.

“It seems you are not who you say you are”, the Russian man said.

“What makes you think that?” you asked, switching to the actual language.

The man who had spoken in perfect English looked to his partner questioningly and you understood he probably didn’t speak Russian.

“Anna Ivachov doesn’t exist”, the Russian answered in the same language.

You chuckled.

“It’s funny, you’re not the first person who’s told me that”, you said.

He didn’t seem to like your joke and he grabbed his gun, pointing it to you.

“You killed my brother, I might as well kill you now”, he said in English.

You raised your hands instinctively, trying to think about what you should do.

“The boss said he wants us to bring her alive”, the first man said, reaching for his partner’s arms and lowering them so the gun didn’t point at you anymore.

“And why the hell would Sakharov want me?” you asked as you remembered the way Sakharov had called you.

You had wondered for the past two weeks why the hell he had called you ballerina. You were afraid of the answer, but you needed it anyway.

“He’s going to tell you himself”, the first man answered.

You were kind of disappointed to hear that. It would have been easier for them to answer. Did they really think you were going to come with them anyway?

“Oh, great”, you said, smiling again. “I don’t know about you, but I think the conversation is getting boring. Shall we dance?”

Both of the men looked at you questioningly. You decided to go for the one who had still his gun in his hands.

You ran to him and grabbed his wrists as he was about to shoot you. With all your strength, you moved his hands so he instead shot his partner, who didn’t have the time to grab his gun. You then kicked the man in his weak leg which caused him to lose his balance. As he fell to his knees, you took his gun from his hands, throwing it somewhere in your loft before pulling on the stone on your bracelet. As the wire came out, you rolled it around the man’s neck and started choking him.

It would have been way too easy if he hadn’t put up a fight. But of course the man decided he wasn’t going to die as easily as his partner, who was currently bleeding to death beside you.

During the fight, you had jumped over the man’s shoulder so you could strangle him from behind. You were leaning a bit and instead of going for your hands, the man’s hands went to your forearms and he used your position as an advantage to make you fall over his head. You let go of the stone, the wire retracting into the bracelet, and you fell to the ground, all of the air in your lungs going out of them.

You were dizzy for a moment and the man jumped on you, using both of his hands to strangle you. You hit on his forearms, but he was way stronger than you were and you were losing strength by the seconds.

That’s when agent Osterfield burst into your apartment. He shot the man right between his two eyes and the man’s body fell on yours as it went limp.

Harrison quickly pushed the man’s body to the side and you were finally able to breathe again. You coughed a bit and then looked at him. Were you supposed to thank him?

“I heard a gunshot”, he stated.

“Thanks for saving me”, you said and he just looked at you for a minute, not saying a word.

His eyes then went to the blood that was accumulating around the two men’s bodies.

“We aren’t safe here anymore, we have to get to the headquarters”, he said and you couldn’t agree more with him.

“Give me a minute, I’ll get the blood off of me and I’ll get my knives”, you replied.

“Be quick”, he said as you got up and ran to the bathroom.

You took a cloth to wash the blood from your face, knowing you probably didn’t have the time to take an actual shower. You then ran to the walk-in, where you had left your knives, and started putting them in your pants’ pockets. Your favorite knife was a SOG automatic knife and it was probably the one you had used the most in your life. You had trained with it and as a gift, your bosses had given it to you before you had started your hunt for Sakharov. You put it in your belt.

You walked back to where Harrison was standing. He was just finishing a phone call and he said:

“I’ve informed Miss Frost about what happened here and she’ll send a team to clean this up.”

He pointed to the men.

“Now, we’ve got to get to headquarters as fast as possible. Miss Frost wants to ask you some questions.

You nodded your head and then followed him to his car.

Harrison’s POV

As he was driving to the headquarters, Harrison still couldn’t really understand what had happened. When he had heard the gunshots, he had been so scared for a moment, scared that Y/N was dead and that he was going to arrive too late. When he had seen that she was under attack, he had shot the man, killing him instead of hurting him so they could ask questions later. But it was okay, because this time he had saved his partner. This time, he hadn’t committed a mistake. But why were there men in Y/N’s apartment?

He pulled over into the underground car park, stopping the car when he had reached his personal spot.

“Why does Nicola want to talk to me?” Y/N asked.

Harrison looked at her, wondering how the hell did her bosses were keeping the thing he had learned from her. That secret that had kept him from sleeping correctly in the last few days. He was so scared for her to know it, so fucking scared that he hadn’t even told Nicola, making Tom swear that he wasn’t going to tell his mother either. Tom had promised, but Harrison knew how bad he was at keeping secrets so maybe, just maybe, Nicola knew and she wanted to talk to Y/N about it. And Harrison couldn’t help but to be scared at the possibility of Y/N knowing. He really hoped Nicola didn’t know and that she didn’t want to talk to Y/N because of that.

“To be honest I have no idea”, he lied. “Maybe because you let two dangerous men into your apartment?”

“You think I did this for fun?” Y/N asked, her usual angry tone being back.

“No, but why did you?”

“I wasn’t going to kill two men on my doorstep is all”, she muttered.

“So you preferred killing them in the middle of the living room?” he asked. “You almost got killed. If I wouldn’t have been there…”

“If you wouldn’t have been there I would have never found myself in that situation”, she said with a cold voice before getting out of the car.

Really? She was still angry about that?

Harrison followed her out of his car.

“You still aren’t over that?!” he exclaimed as he walked behind her. “Fuck’s sake, if we’re supposed to start working together today you could at least stop being a bitch about that.”

“Did you just call me a bitch?” she said turning around. “You’re going to fucking regret this.”

“Enough”, Nicola’s voice said as she emerged from her own car. “I thought you were both supposed to cooperate.”

Harrison felt his anger dying down as he looked at his boss. She seemed pretty pissed about the situation.

“I beg your pardon”, Y/N said. “The morning was rough.”

Nicola sighed deeply before saying:

“You guys need to sort things out between you. If you want to work together, you have to get along.”

Harrison looked at Y/N for a moment before shaking his head.

“I’m sorry, the week has been rough”, he said.

“And you think mine hasn’t been?” Y/N replied.

“Does everything have to be a competition with you?” Harrison spat.

“Enough!” Nicola yelled. “Y/N, in my office now and Osterfield, Tom found something that might interest you.”

On that note, Nicola spun on her heels and walked toward the elevator. Y/N followed her, but Harrison chose to walk up the stairs instead. He didn’t want to be stuck in a small space with the girl right now.

Once he had climbed the stairs, Harrison walked to Tom’s office, where he crashed in his usual armchair.

“Your mom told me you have something to show me”, Harrison said as Tom looked at him questioningly.

“Are you okay?” asked Tom as if he had sensed Harrison’s upset mood, ignoring his friend’s question.

Harrison sighed before answering.

“Did your mom tell you about what happened this morning?”

Tom shook his head no.

“Okay, so Y/N was attacked by two guys in her apartment. She let them in and it turned into a fight and once I heard the gunshots I ran to her apartment to help her. So I shot the guy, saved her from dying, she said thank you but when we got here, she got angry about the time I hurt her.”

“I understand her”, Tom stated.

“Fuck off, she’s a bitch”, Harrison said. “If only she knew she’s…”

“Don’t say that here, Haz, you’re the one that told me we have to keep it a secret”, Tom intervened.

Harrison sighed.

“I can’t work with her”, he said.

“I thought you had said you were going to cooperate, that it was going to help you move on from Peter…”

“I thought it was going to but if she keeps acting that way it won’t”, Harrison replied.

“Give her a chance, she almost got murdered this morning”, Tom said.

“She would have if I hadn’t stepped in”, Harrison admitted. “But she pissed me off when we got here.”

“How old are you, for fuck’s sake?” Tom asked.

Harrison glared at his best friend’s, who shook his head as he started laughing.

“Nah, seriously mate, you sound like Paddy when he gets mad about stuff right now”, Tom laughed.

“Get lost”, Harrison said, before sighing again.

“To be honest, I think you should sleep with Y/N, to release the tension between the two of you”, Tom said, a smirk growing on his lips.

Harrison looked at Tom, wondering if he knew how much he wanted to hit him right now.

“That won’t ever happen, Tom, I don’t sleep with my partners”, Harrison replied coldly.

“Tracy asked me to tell you she still wants to go on a date with you”, Tom said out of the blue.

“What the fuck?” Even though Harrison was surprised by the change of subject, he was thankful for it. Thinking about sleeping with Y/N made him feel… weird. “I told her I’m not interested like a hundred times. Is that why you made me come up here?”

Tom nodded his head.

“She’s really attractive”, Tom said, “I don’t understand why you don’t want to give it a try.”

“I just told you I don’t sleep with my partners”, Harrison repeated.

“Well, she technically isn’t your partner”, Tom said, a smirk on his lips.

“Forget about that, it won’t happen”, Harrison replied.

“Okay then, I’ll tell her you’ll go get her at 8 PM on Friday night?” Tom said.

“That won’t happen, I have to work with Y/N anyway”, Harrison refused.

“On a Friday night?” Tom said. “You’re kidding, right?”

Harrison shook his head.

“Okay then, I’ll tell Tracy that she can go on a date with me instead”, Tom said.

“Have fun, mate”, Harrison replied, shaking his head. “Now, do you actually have something to tell me or can I leave?”

Tom laughed. “Yes, I do, you div.”

Harrison leaned in as Tom turned his computer screen so he could see.

“Guess who was seen in Paris last night?” Tom asked.

“Sakharov?” Harrison guessed.

“That’s right”, Tom said. “He was seen in a restaurant not too far from the Eiffel Tower.”

“So that means he’s still in Paris”, Harrison said. “But there’s nothing we can do because of the ESISC.”

“Yeah well, maybe Y/N has an idea?” Tom suggested. “After all, she came on our territory without us even knowing.”

Harrison thought about it for a minute before nodding his head.

“I’ll talk to her”, he said.

Your POV

You sat down in the armchair in front of Nicola’s desk, wondering what was going to happen. She hadn’t said a word ever since she had asked you to follow her and you couldn’t help but to think it was a bad sign.

“You need to forgive agent Osterfield”, Nicola finally said. “He was only defending himself.”

You sighed, putting a strand of your hair behind your ears before saying:

“Easier said than done. And after all, I’m not used to work with a partner, I’m not even supposed to. I guess it makes me angry to be forced to work with him.

“I understand”, Nicola said sympathetically. “I really do. Would you prefer it if I talked to your bosses to see if you can work alone?”

You thought about it for a minute. You remembered the look on Harrison’s face when you had helped him to go through his old partner’s stuff, you remembered how he had looked so thankful for your presence. You also remembered how easy it had been to work with him when you had pushed aside the fact he had hurt you. You also thought about the fact you would be once again alone if you refused to work with him. To be honest, a week ago you would have probably preferred it, but now you thought that maybe the partner thing was worth a try. You had spent an entire year trying to get to Sakharov and never succeeding, except maybe at the auction, where you would have probably succeeded if Harrison hadn’t been there, but apart from that, you had just spent the loneliest year in your life searching for a needle in a ball of hay as big as the planet. And you weren’t sure if you wanted to return to that life of loneliness. After all, Harrison had saved your life this morning.

“No”, you finally said. “I’ll work with him. I’ll apologize for my behaviour and we’ll catch Sakharov together.”

A kind smile warmed Nicola’s eyes.

“I’m so glad to hear that, Y/N”, she said. “You’ll tell this to him as soon as you get out of my office. But for now, I actually have to talk to you.”

You looked at her questioningly.

“Why were there men in your apartment this morning?” she asked.

“I let them in”, you admitted. “They knocked on my door and they said they had to talk to me. They used my undercover name, Anna Ivachov, and I had seen one of them at the auction two weeks ago. I figured I should let them in to try to find something else about Sakharov but I didn’t have the time.”

“And why is so?” Nicola asked.

“One of them pointed his gun at me”, you continued. “So I killed them. Well, I killed one of them and agent Osterfield came in and killed the other.”

“Yeah, he had told me about that part of the story”, she said. “Anything else?”

You thought about it for a moment. “One of them said that they had to bring me to their boss alive. I assume Sakharov’s that boss.”

Nicola nodded her head. “That would make sense.”

“But why would Sakharov want me?” you asked, hoping that maybe she had the answer.

“I have no idea”, she answered. “Maybe because you almost killed him?”

“Yeah, that’s possible”, you said.

Silence fell upon the two of you as you looked at your hands, wondering if that was enough for him to want you. Alive. It was the alive part you didn’t understand. Why didn’t he want to kill you?

“By the way”, Nicola said, “I’m sorry to inform you about that but Sakharov isn’t on our territory anymore and we haven’t been granted entry on the ESISC’s territory.”

“Where is he exactly?” you asked.

“Paris”, Nicola answered. “I’ll let you figure with agent Osterfield what you should do. I’m not saying you should go to Paris but…”

“Would that put you in trouble?” you cut her.

“Definitely would”, she admitted.

“I’ll talk to agent Osterfield”, you said as you got up from your chair.

“Don’t do anything stupid”, Nicola said.

You smiled to her. “Don’t worry.”

On that note you left her office, going straight to the meditation room because your intuition told you that it was there you were going to find Harrison.

He was indeed there. You made sure to make some noise so you wouldn’t startle him by talking.

“We need to talk”, you said.

He turned to look at you, seemingly startled. Hadn’t he heard you?

“Yeah we do”, he said.

“Not here”, you added and he looked at you questioningly.

“And why is that?” he asked.

“I haven’t eaten breakfast and I think I might as well kill you if I don’t eat anything in the next five minutes”, you stated.

He seemed taken aback by your reply, but he got up nonetheless.

“There’s a coffee shop down the road”, he said.

“Sounds lovely”, you replied before heading out of the room, not even looking to see if he had followed you.

You walked directly towards the elevator, stopping only as you waited for its doors to open.

“What did Nicola want?” Harrison asked as he stopped beside you.

“Just my version of what happened this morning, I think”, you answered.

You both got in the elevator and the doors closed. Harrison was standing right next to you and for a moment, you lost your train of thoughts. You didn’t even remember what you had wanted to tell him.

“Sorry for earlier”, he said and suddenly your train of thoughts came back.

“Oh, don’t be, you were right. I’ve been a bitch ever since the auction”, you said. “I’m sorry, this is all just new to me.”

“What do you mean?” he asked as you got out of the elevator and started walking to the coffee shop.

“Well, I’ve always worked alone”, you explained. “I guess at first I didn’t like the thought of working with you, especially after what you have done.

“About that, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you like that”, he apologized.

“Well, I shouldn’t have attacked you so I guess we’re even?” you said.

He smiled softly and your heart skipped a beat. What the hell was going on?

“I guess we’re even”, he repeated as he opened the coffee shop’s door to let you in.

You ordered your food before heading to a table. You took a bite of your croissant as Harrison sat in front of you, a simple coffee mug in his hands.

“You aren’t eating anything?” you asked.

He shook his head before taking a sip of his coffee.

“I’m not really hungry in the morning”, he explained.

As you took another bite of your croissant, you couldn’t help but to notice how attractive he looked. Well, you had already noticed that the first time you had seen him but this time, it was different. It was just so… real.

“So what did you want to talk about?” he asked.

“Nicola informed me that Sakharov is currently in Paris”, you said.

“Yeah, and the ESISC refused our entry on their territory”, he stated.

“Fortunately for us, I’m an expert at entering a country without anyone knowing”, you said, a small smile forming on your lips.

“Figured that out already”, he said as a smile spread on his own lips.

“So, guess what?” you said.

“What?” he asked.

“We’re going to Paris.”

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