Electric Peril

Idie RP blog for Illya Kuryakin (Canon and AU). Under construction. 

[lavishlawyer]

Casuals….

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Illya laid his head completely back against the couch and looked up at Kate through his eyelashes as she pulled back. And as he listened, his blue eyes mellowed into sadness.

For a moment there he’d almost forgotten who he was. But looking up into her pretty face, asking for something she had no idea was so difficult for him to give….

He couldn’t allow himself to forget any longer.

“Kate,” He murmured softly, rubbing his thumbs gently over her hips. “You don’t know who I am. You wouldn’t ask for this if you did.” And as much as it pained him to do so, he had to keep her from getting attached to anything other than exactly who he was. “I worked for the KGB for a few years. They were the best years of my life. I had freedom, I had sunshine. I had friends.” And that was with the KGB. “But I was a loaner from another organization, one I have been a part of for the better part of seventy years. First and foremost…I was a HYDRA Asset, spy, and assassin.”

After the events of the last few years–the fall of SHIELD, the bombing of the UN and James Barnes being framed for the attack–Illya was under no delusions about whether or not she’d heard of it.

Kate felt her eyes widen, looking down at him before reaching to the back of the couch, pulling the knife she has sheathed there and pressing it to his throat. “Is that the only reason you’re here?” she snarled, angry and hurt and almost heart broken. “I should’ve known you were too good to be true.” Pushing herself off him she stood against the kitchen counter, her eyes filled with fire. 

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Kate's reaction wasn't a surprise. What else could he have expected? He'd've gotten a better welcome if he'd admitted to being Satan himself in every single instance. But that didn't stop the static-like crackle in the air around him when she pulled the knife: some trained responses were impossible to fully overcome.

"I don't know what you want me to tell you. Is that why I'm in New York? Da, it is. I came here because this is a good place to disappear. I told you I left my job, do you understand what that means? I escaped." Illya stood, then, towering and staring down into Kate's angry face defiantly. "I came here because you asked me to. I came here because for the first time since the sixties I had met someone whose company I found I was enjoying. I came here for no sinister reasons, I did not seek you out, I did not intend to-to use you." He wasn't exactly the 'hit it and quit it' type. The fight died down in Illya somewhat and was replaced with a somber sort of sullenness. "I would have loved to see you shoot." With that he turned for the door. "I will save you the awkwardness of asking me to leave. Goodbye, Kate Bishop, and goodnight."

In the long run Illya knew he'd be doing her a favor: she would have reacted far worse to anything else he could have told her. No one wanted to be close to the world's monsters.

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Kate’s hands in his hair and her lips at his jaw had a very large and extremely dangerous ex-HYDRA Asset melting quickly beneath her touch. He lifted his chin to give her easier access to his jaw and throat and settled more heavily against the couch’s back, a quiet sigh whispering past his own lips; large hands left Kate’s hair and instead shifted to smooth down the lines of her back, all the way down to settle around her hips. For a second that was all his brain had the capacity to handle, but eventually he did swallow and make himself consider her question.

“That depends,” Illya answered, his voice the deep sort of rumble most women were only ever given the opportunity to dream about. “How long until dark?” A smirk all his own began to twist over his lips and that rumble took on an extremely suggestive tone. “And how badly do you want me to see you shoot?”

“Half hour.” she murmured. “I can always show you some other time.” Pulling back for a moment she smoothed her hands over his shoulders. “I. I don’t want this to be just a physical thing Illya. Don’t get me wrong I want… all of you, but I…. I don’t really put out on the first date.” she muttered, laughing quietly.

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Illya laid his head completely back against the couch and looked up at Kate through his eyelashes as she pulled back. And as he listened, his blue eyes mellowed into sadness.

For a moment there he'd almost forgotten who he was. But looking up into her pretty face, asking for something she had no idea was so difficult for him to give....

He couldn't allow himself to forget any longer.

"Kate," He murmured softly, rubbing his thumbs gently over her hips. "You don't know who I am. You wouldn't ask for this if you did." And as much as it pained him to do so, he had to keep her from getting attached to anything other than exactly who he was. "I worked for the KGB for a few years. They were the best years of my life. I had freedom, I had sunshine. I had friends." And that was with the KGB. "But I was a loaner from another organization, one I have been a part of for the better part of seventy years. First and foremost...I was a HYDRA Asset, spy, and assassin."

After the events of the last few years--the fall of SHIELD, the bombing of the UN and James Barnes being framed for the attack--Illya was under no delusions about whether or not she'd heard of it.

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Illya grinned, brilliant and wide, his other hand coming up to join its match, fingers threaded through Kate’s hair.

“So sorry to keep you waiting,” He snarked, leaning back up for another kiss–this time letting his teeth drag tauntingly over Kate’s bottom lip. “I am several decades out of practice. I hope you will forgive me any lapses.”

Kate shuddered, shifting to straddle his lap. “No, this is perfect.” she murmured, weaving her hands into his hair. “SO. What’re we gonna do now?” she asked, kissing his jaw. 

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Kate's hands in his hair and her lips at his jaw had a very large and extremely dangerous ex-HYDRA Asset melting quickly beneath her touch. He lifted his chin to give her easier access to his jaw and throat and settled more heavily against the couch's back, a quiet sigh whispering past his own lips; large hands left Kate's hair and instead shifted to smooth down the lines of her back, all the way down to settle around her hips. For a second that was all his brain had the capacity to handle, but eventually he did swallow and make himself consider her question.

"That depends," Illya answered, his voice the deep sort of rumble most women were only ever given the opportunity to dream about. "How long until dark?" A smirk all his own began to twist over his lips and that rumble took on an extremely suggestive tone. "And how badly do you want me to see you shoot?"

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Illya watched Kate with something irascible brewing behind his eyes, pinning her with an unblinking concentration that was almost scary in its intensity. He didn’t interrupt her, didn’t accept her offer, he just…stared.

It had been half a century since Gaby. Since he’d let anyone close like the way Kate was talking. And yet…and yet god did he want. Steadily, but not slowly, Illya leaned across the distance, slipped his hand gently around to cup the back of her head, and pulled her into a kiss.

Kate leaned into the kiss, pulling herself into his lap and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. It felt… good. Right. They fit together and she feels like something in her finally fits correctly. Pulling away for a moment, she grinned, letting her forehead bump his. “I’ve been waiting for you to do that.”

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Illya grinned, brilliant and wide, his other hand coming up to join its match, fingers threaded through Kate's hair.

"So sorry to keep you waiting," He snarked, leaning back up for another kiss--this time letting his teeth drag tauntingly over Kate's bottom lip. "I am several decades out of practice. I hope you will forgive me any lapses."

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Illya’s hand settled gently and yet steadily around Kate’s arm as she tried to stand, a silent insistence that she stay there with him.

“So…you don’t want me to bite you. But you want to know if I would bite. In theory,” Illya puzzled out, right after he released her arm.

He figured it might be just a little too much for him to growl that out like he had while touching her.

Kate looked over at him, blinking. “I want you to.” she murmured, nodding slowly. “You don’t… you don’t have a place to stay, do you? I only ask just because we won’t go shooting till after dark and it’ll be late and I don’t want you to be stranded.” Kate laughed nervously. “I… all I’m saying is you can stay here. If you want.”

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Illya watched Kate with something irascible brewing behind his eyes, pinning her with an unblinking concentration that was almost scary in its intensity. He didn't interrupt her, didn't accept her offer, he just...stared.

It had been half a century since Gaby. Since he'd let anyone close like the way Kate was talking. And yet...and yet god did he want. Steadily, but not slowly, Illya leaned across the distance, slipped his hand gently around to cup the back of her head, and pulled her into a kiss.

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“Oh, she set a home on fire,” Illya murmured to Carbunkle in Russian, his expression and tone making it clear that he both was–and was not–impressed. “Scary stuff,” He continued in English, blue eyes sparkling mischievously at Kate as the corners of his mouth pulled down dramatically.

She should already have an idea that he’d not been the greatest of people after grumbling about Soviet Russia murdering his parents; a comment like that shouldn’t exactly damage her perception of him.

“I have brought down a building or two in my day.” Or three, or four. “I have an…affinity for fire. Among other things.” Dangerous things, usually, and he didn’t doubt that Kate was no exception, whether or not her supposed prowess actually made him feel any kind of threatened on its own.

Kate raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Other things?” she asked. KATE NO HE’S NEW. “What other things?” she asked, tilting her head and grinning a bit. Blinking suddenly, she shook her head. “I am so sorry that was really forward and rude.” Kate stuttered, trying to push Lucky so she could try and stand.

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Illya's hand settled gently and yet steadily around Kate's arm as she tried to stand, a silent insistence that she stay there with him.

"So...you don't want me to bite you. But you want to know if I would bite. In theory," Illya puzzled out, right after he released her arm.

He figured it might be just a little too much for him to growl that out like he had while touching her.

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electricperil:

There was something about Kate that did put Illya at ease, and it was that fact that made him remain suspicious of her. It was never that easy.

Even so, Illya crossed the space and settled his hulking form carefully on the couch with she and Lucky, Carbunkle still held against his chest. He studied Kate for a handful of heartbeats from this new vantage point, curious rather than wary, and then seemed to remember himself.

“So. Why private investigation? You seem…too nice to be a spy.”

“I’m not always this nice.” she said. “Set a home on fire once.” Looking over at him she smiled pleasantly, the smile she wore when she burned down the house. Kate pulls her feet up, setting her knees on her chin. She looked over at him, smiling gently at the sight of her and her beloved cat. It settled all the chatter in her head, relaxing against the couch. You have a crush on him dummy.

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"Oh, she set a home on fire," Illya murmured to Carbunkle in Russian, his expression and tone making it clear that he both was--and was not--impressed. "Scary stuff," He continued in English, blue eyes sparkling mischievously at Kate as the corners of his mouth pulled down dramatically.

She should already have an idea that he'd not been the greatest of people after grumbling about Soviet Russia murdering his parents; a comment like that shouldn't exactly damage her perception of him.

"I have brought down a building or two in my day." Or three, or four. "I have an...affinity for fire. Among other things." Dangerous things, usually, and he didn't doubt that Kate was no exception, whether or not her supposed prowess actually made him feel any kind of threatened on its own.

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“I’m Russian,” Illya replied automatically to her assertion that he’d looked ‘gloomy’. “We’re born gloomy.” A smile twitched at his lips again. “In Mother Russia, frown is smile.” Yep. That was definitely a Mother Russia joke. He smiled again when Kate mentioned the cat, clearly pleased. “There were not animals, where I came from. Except, everyonce in a while, a cat would sneak in. That was always a good day.”

Kate laughed brightly, her smile wide. “Well that’s good at least.” she said, going back to sit on the couch with Lucky. “Cats make everything better.” she said, until Lucky let out a sorrowful whine. “Oh, Lucky, dogs do too.”

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There was something about Kate that did put Illya at ease, and it was that fact that made him remain suspicious of her. It was never that easy.

Even so, Illya crossed the space and settled his hulking form carefully on the couch with she and Lucky, Carbunkle still held against his chest. He studied Kate for a handful of heartbeats from this new vantage point, curious rather than wary, and then seemed to remember himself.

"So. Why private investigation? You seem...too nice to be a spy."

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electricperil:

“Private investigator. Tough job.” Said the spy/asset/assassin. Her next question made Illya sigh and he leaned his hip against the wall, thinking. 

“I have nowhere else to go,” He answered honestly. “I have nowhere to be. No one expecting me.” In short, he was lonely. “Why did you ask me? I am not exactly the most inviting figure on the street.”

“I make a point of brightening people’s days.” she answered. “You looked gloomy.” Standing, she walked towards him, scratching at Carbunkle’s tummy. “He really likes you.” she said, grinning.

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"I'm Russian," Illya replied automatically to her assertion that he'd looked 'gloomy'. "We're born gloomy." A smile twitched at his lips again. "In Mother Russia, frown is smile." Yep. That was definitely a Mother Russia joke. He smiled again when Kate mentioned the cat, clearly pleased. "There were not animals, where I came from. Except, everyonce in a while, a cat would sneak in. That was always a good day."

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itsnothawkingbird:

“I… yeah.” Plus what money was left from my bank account. “I run Hawkeye Investigations, very amazing PI business.” Scratching Lucky’s head, she leaned back against the cushions. “Why’d you come with me?”

“Private investigator. Tough job.” Said the spy/asset/assassin. Her next question made Illya sigh and he leaned his hip against the wall, thinking. 

“I have nowhere else to go,” He answered honestly. “I have nowhere to be. No one expecting me.” In short, he was lonely. “Why did you ask me? I am not exactly the most inviting figure on the street.”

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itsnothawkingbird:

“Trust me, I don’t miss.” she said, not looking up. Finishing with her arrows she dropped them one by one into her quiver. Looking over at him and the cat she smiled softly, pulling her legs up under her. It was nice, seeing him so at ease. It felt normal, felt right.

“Yes ma’am,” Illya responded with more than a hint of amused sarcasm. He happened to glance up as she smiled so gently at him and immediately stiffened, clearing his throat slightly and pursing his lips together. “Does crime fighting...pay for all of this?” He asked, awkward again even if he was being genuine. 

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itsnothawkingbird:

Kate blinked, taken aback. “I named him after a creature in a video game.” she mumbled. Damnit. She smiled at the Russian he spoke, a little shiver running through her. Damnit Bishop. Kate shook her head at the next question. “No, freaks some people out. Can’t really blame them though. I don’t miss. Seems scary to some people to see someone make perfect shots every time.”

“Ah.” Illya nodded and accepted Kate’s answer at face value, carefully easing Carbunkle off of his perch to cradle with one arm against his chest, continuing to scratch with the other. And, unfortunately for Kate, in between speaking to her, he was still purring little compliments and silly things to the cat in Russian. 

Fortunately for her, he missed that shiver. 

“You don’t miss? Now I am very interested to see. That is not an easy claim to back up. I should know.” He’d been killing since the fifties. 

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itsnothawkingbird:

Kate grinned, nodding. “Course he is.” Kate pulled open the top of the window seat, pulling her bow case and quiver. “We’ll go when the sun sets. Beach goers aren’t very into seeing me practice.” Sitting on the couch she set to work reheading arrows. “His name’s Carbunkle.”

“Carbuncle,” Illya parroted with a puzzled frown. “Like...like the skin condition?” He wasn’t familiar with owning pets, by any means, but even he knew naming them after boils was not common practice. There had to be something he was missing. Even so Illya slipped closer to the cat and held his hand out for him to sniff, scratching the furry little creature behind its ears and along its jaw with a strangely soft expression on his face. “Хорошая кошка,” He praised quietly, his lip twitching up at one corner. 

“They do not like to watch?” That genuinely surprised him, but of course, he’d forgotten other people weren’t quite as fond of various types of weaponry as he was.