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Ciara held her breath, the muscles in her jaw clenching as she recalled that fateful choice from long ago.

The pro wrestling aspirant couldn’t say that it had worked out for her in the present day.

But that didn’t mean it had been the wrong choice. And recalling that choice and its consequences filled the smaller woman with an oaken resolve.

Until Natasha Ivanova grabbed two fistfuls of her shirt and backed her into the nearest shower column. The courier exhaled.

The oak cracked.

“Al-alright...!” Ciara whispered.

“Let’s see it, girl,” menaced the Russian, threatening to let her Hammer fall once more.

Reilly surrendered a shuddering sigh as she faced failure for the first time during this long assignment. Her head drooped as she fished in her pocket for the invitation and held it up. She didn’t meet Natasha’s eyes, her gaze instead fixed on the fallen Vikki Ryan.

No matter. Behind enemy lines, Ivanova couldn’t stick around long to gloat, snatching the ticket away.

“Thanks, pussycat!” she mumbled scornfully as she ran off almost girlishly, her ill-gotten prize clutched in her hand. “Maybe Morgan’s got a spot on her couch for you after all!”

Ciara Reilly, Natasha Ivanova, and Vikki Ryan created by !

Gratitude to for his writing!

Description
Ciara held her breath, the muscles in her jaw clenching as she recalled that fateful choice from long ago.

The pro wrestling aspirant couldn’t say that it had worked out for her in the present day.

But that didn’t mean it had been the wrong choice. And recalling that choice and its consequences filled the smaller woman with an oaken resolve.

Until Natasha Ivanova grabbed two fistfuls of her shirt and backed her into the nearest shower column. The courier exhaled.

The oak cracked.

“Al-alright...!” Ciara whispered.

“Let’s see it, girl,” menaced the Russian, threatening to let her Hammer fall once more.

Reilly surrendered a shuddering sigh as she faced failure for the first time during this long assignment. Her head drooped as she fished in her pocket for the invitation and held it up. She didn’t meet Natasha’s eyes, her gaze instead fixed on the fallen Vikki Ryan.

No matter. Behind enemy lines, Ivanova couldn’t stick around long to gloat, snatching the ticket away.

“Thanks, pussycat!” she mumbled scornfully as she ran off almost girlishly, her ill-gotten prize clutched in her hand. “Maybe Morgan’s got a spot on her couch for you after all!”

Ciara Reilly, Natasha Ivanova, and Vikki Ryan created by !

Gratitude to for his writing!