#;thread;traitor

[alulledmindandradiation]

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I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

(Reply strictly based off the Espionage!AU)

[alulledmindandradiation]

Traitor| Espionage AU | That-Stark-Brat-Alex

Four hours and twenty eight minutes had passed since he arrived at the location.                                Idly running his thumb against the outer side of his still full and untouched glass of wine, Bruce settled himself against the railing of the upper floor balcony of the hotel’s function hall. As unsuspecting as his position and attendance would appear at the surface, for Bruce, every movement and the position he currently lingered in had been tactical; from his position he had a bird’s eye view of the ballroom floor below him – and more importantly, the guests in attendance. Usually, Bruce’s demeanour and known personality traits would keep him away from attending such black-tie and demanding events upon his own choice; but this evening, Bruce was not here upon his own leisure – He was here on behalf of his work commitments. Commitments he did not wish to strain any further than he had already pressed them with past co-worker relationships.                There was rumours about the ‘Good Doctor’; he was, supposedly, known, for being a traitor. Four hours and thirty one minutes later.                      Bruce was finally granted the opportunity he had been patiently waiting for. His target seemed to be dismissing himself for the evening, heading for the upper floors of the hotel building. The private rooms.               His target was a radical politician and the politician’s reforms threatened national security and his line of work. The man was, silently, wanted dead by many. Only few had the gall to ask.

Setting down his untouched wine glass on a passing table, Bruce composed himself and slowly began making his way around the upper ring of the balcony. He carefully avoided eye contact and attempted to evade any conversation a passing, intoxicated, politician tried to engage him in. He had offered the drunken women a forced, curt apology and the wave of his hand as he made his way for the stairwell; taking the lift seemed too obvious. And the last thing he wanted was to draw attention; if he was recognised. He risked being shot.                                                                                                     Again.