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mockerycrow · 5 months

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Hii here's my request if you'd like to write it; Adler x femreader w/ "I had a nightmare...can I stay with you tonight?" Thankss <3

DREAM OR REALITY? (Adler x Fem!Bell!Reader) — 4K CELEBRATION

authors note: i couldn’t resist.

[WARNINGS: Black Ops Cold War Spoilers, very slight Mentions of Torture, nightmares, minor paranoia, toxic little hurt/comfort.]

YOU WAKE UP in a cold sweat, your heart pounding against your rib cage and with a voice in the back of your mind. You’re trembling as you can’t make any sense of what the voice is saying, and soon the sound of your blood rushing in your ears overtakes the incoherent voice.

You rub your eyes to ground yourself before you glance around, noting you’re still in the warehouse. You look at your watch, groaning quietly as you realize it’s quite early in the morning. Your chest feels quite heavy, and you have an odd craving for a cigarette when you don’t remember ever picking the habit up.

It’s one of those nights; you can tell you aren’t going to be able to go back to sleep anytime soon. Adler and the others wanted you to stay in the warehouse just in case you were able to decrypt any more information; you had no problem with that, as mostly everyone else also slept in the warehouse, although in different areas. Unfortunately though, your makeshift sleeping cot is not too comfortable, so you have an ache in your neck along with stirring anxiety from your nightmare.

You push the cheap blanket off of yourself and you adjust your sleeves before swinging your legs over the side of the cot. You slip your boots on and lace them up, letting out a heavy sigh as you do so. A nervous energy remains under your skin, like you’re being watched. You know you aren’t—or do you?— but you shudder nonetheless. You grab your leather jacket, sliding it on before you exit the room you’ve been sleeping in for the past couple of days. The common area is clear except for Helen by the radios with her headphones, trying to make out Russian messages.

You rub your sternum before exiting the warehouse right in front of the garage door, the cool nighttime air filling your lungs. Goosebumps rise underneath your jacket for a moment from the fresh sensation, and you’re so caught up in your own mind you don’t even notice the man standing a few feet away. “What’re you doin’ up?” You jolt at the sound of someone’s voice and you look over, locking eyes with Adler. Lacking his usual sunglasses, his eyebrows are more visible and furrowed. A half smoked cigarette is between his fingers like usual, and he takes a drag from it.

You let out a breath and you shrug, stuffing your hands into the back pockets of your jeans, shifting your weight as you glance away. “Couldn’t sleep.” You utter. You technically aren’t lying, though you didn’t even attempt to go back to sleep. Adler doesn’t respond as he tucks a hand under his other arm as he takes another drag off of his cigarette, shifting slightly closer to you. Your eyes train on some bugs flying around under the big light overhead for a moment, the silence being filled with crickets.

“Couldn’t sleep, huh?” Adler hums, his eyes never leaving your form. He notes the way you’re reluctant to share anything, your conflicted and far away gaze; he’s already thinking you’ve had a nightmare. “What was it about?”

Your gaze moves from the bugs to him—his stare feels like he sees all of you, your bare soul; your skin and bones and every sin you’ve ever committed. Adler’s gaze has always felt like that and you’ve never known what to make of it. He’s so.. vague yet so on the dot every time he talks to you, so friendly yet so cruel. You aren’t sure if you should say anything. “Bell.” You feel a nudge against your arm and you blink for a moment before looking back at Adler, your hearing returning—you aren’t sure when it left.

“I just.. I had a nightmare.” You admit with a weak laugh, looking away nervously as your hands fidget in the back pockets of your jeans. Your weight shifts as silence fills the air between you two and you kind of want to reach over to strangle him a bit—you know he’s waiting for you to elaborate. “I couldn’t make any sense of it, honestly. It was a weird horrid mixture of Vietnam and.. this room. Televisions.. hm. I don’t know.” You mumble, trailing off before you look back at him. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

There’s an unreadable look in Adler’s eyes as he drops his cigarette, stepping on it and squashing it to put it out. It takes him a moment before he nods. “Sure, Bell. You can stay with me. We can go over some files, yeah? Take your mind off of it, since we have a job to do.”

A weird sense of calm washes over you from his words and you nod, letting out a relieved breath. “Yeah, we can do that.”

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unreliablesnake · 4 months

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Can we talk about the moment when Adler just casually throws a bad guy off the roof to make a point?

Yeah, I might write some Adler stuff once I'm ready to write fanfics again.

#russell adler #black ops cold war #black ops #call of duty #russell adler x reader #russell adler x bell #bell

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alexxmason · 8 months

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I like to keep my God close, but the Devil closer

Commissioned @felrija for a sketch for Selena x Russ 🥹❤️ they look so sweet and soft and like total professionals!! Alek’s always such a joy and talent to work with!

alt version under the cut 💕

#‘keep it professional’ 🤪#but they’re busy making out #problematic favs ❤️#love love love this so much!!#silly goofy mood #ok to rb #oc: selena b valdez #Selena tag #selena x russell #s x r #x: bell and chain #russell adler #russell adler x bell #call of duty oc #cod bocw #commissions/arts 4 me

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xappetites · 7 months

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one thing leads to another

Russell Adler x f!Reader (Bell) | Adler is half convinced Bell's using tenderness as a battering ram on purpose, he also needed someone to understand him more than he would ever admit, shit's fucked but that's par for the course, as always i sort of added a year between finding Bell and the rest of the game | word count: 1,672

London is a mess, but then again, all cities are. And this one has the benefit of both being friendly ground but not exactly home, in case the whole thing goes sideways.

Besides, it’s not like Adler’s an amateur. He wouldn’t have started this game without the certainty that he’d be able to handle it, roll with all of the possible outcomes.

No, this was calculated.

He purposely picked the side of town where metro police drag their feet, no matter how urgent the call. And he’s carrying a trusty sedative in a hypodermic needle retrofitted into a pen, so all he really needs to worry about is Bell.

Quite frankly, Bell’s all he’s been worrying about for the past eight months, though for the most part he can justify it as just another job hazard. The rest he blames on being a sexually active human with an average libido and moderately good circulation.

Sure, he’s seen her bleeding out, sweat drenched and bruised from several rounds of interrogation. Feverish, mumbling, staring into his soul like she could tear into him with her eyes alone. And she still slides silk soft over the ridges of his brain.

It was easy to ignore, all things considered; in that dark room with nothing but the microphone and the bell. To watch her, past whatever attraction he can’t shake, looking closely for results. But now she’s out in the world, fully convinced that she’s known him for decades; now she remembers a different Russell Adler. The one he was before the crooked line of his life proved to him that he wasn’t one for an easy ride; the man who would banter mid firefight, with the kind of gusto that makes him roll his eyes coming from Park and Lazar over comms.

And sure, that means she’s comfortable enough to follow his instructions without much back-talk and she's amenable enough that she’ll take initiative to do what’s best for the mission on her own. She’s efficient and useful; and she claws that old playfulness out of him kicking and screaming. Even if he tries to resist, to ignore her easy jabs, the gallows humor, it’s those damn eyes and the light of affection in them that forces him to respond just to focus on something else.

It’s so obvious that even Sims commented on it, how he hadn’t heard chatter like that from him in years. So maybe that’s why Adler wanted this meeting to be private; why he asked Bell to slip away from Park when he called. Selling it as an added challenge when he dared her to find him in London with nothing to go on but the arrival time of his flight. A test of skill and loyalty.

Just as Park’s had Bell here for a week. Officially, for a briefing of the few leads MI6 has in Berlin. Off the record, offering proof of concept to the powers that be: one shining, sweet success to prove what programming can do. Work. That’s what’s behind Adler standing alone in a no name club, not the impulse to hog Bell all to himself, or the unspeakable notion that he misses her.

He’s too professional to let it show, and he knows what needs to be done, but that’s the filthy truth of him, the way his hands itch for skin on skin contact. The manufactured familiarity that allows her to touch him all the time —hands solid on his shoulders or her thigh pressed against his in the back of a cab. All the more tempting for being forbidden. More nagging in the back of his mind because he’s stealing her from the man he’s hunted for so long.

The sensation makes Adler lay his palms flat on the bar top, check his watch. All he can do at the moment is wait.

Two more minutes to his midnight meeting with Bell. Two minutes that are nothing in the grand scheme of his standing stakeout record of several months. Minutes that he watches tick like molasses over his wrist. Anticipation settling horrible in the pit of his stomach with the possibility that, once out of Park’s watchful eye, Bell will abscond back to Perseus. And won’t that be a fun one to explain. A betrayal he can already taste, that hurts in a way that it shouldn’t. Burning as it goes down like the whiskey that’s suddenly shoved his way over the bar.

“I didn’t order this.”

“Your missus said you looked thirsty.”

The bartender tosses a wry smile his way too, nodding in the general direction of a very smug Bell. Who, at least, has the decency not to appear out of the smoke like this is a private eye movie, she just simply is there, close enough to touch, when she wasn’t the second before.

“You made it,” he greets her, watches her grin grow slow and tilted over her mouth. Her hips angled to squeeze in next to him, lean her weight on the bar and steal a sip off his drink. And Adler hates how proud he sounds, how his shoulders lose tension when she takes the first, poison-taster gulp of liquor like a half apology for ambushing him.

“You doubted it?”

“Park can be hard to sidestep.”

Bell outright giggles then, smile blinding in her satisfaction, but she doesn’t offer anything else. She won’t spoil the magician’s trick.

“So what’s your story?” She asks instead, dipping closer still, until Adler can feel the ghostly touch of her hair against his cheek. “If this were to go tits up. Who are you tonight?”

“Well, you already told the bartender, I’m your husband.”

“Got you sore about that?”

There’s laughter in Bell’s voice, a tease of her fingertips straightening the collar of his jacket. Of course he’s fucking sore, with the way the thought goes right between his legs, aches in the pit of his stomach. Here with her lips on the rim of his glass, her body nudging insistently into his personal space like picking at a wound.

“Just wondering how believable it’d be for me to have a wife so beautiful.”

“Please, Russ, you’re the most attractive man I know.”

She moves, digging out a cigarette and flagging the bartender for an ashtray, and the extra inch of distance is such a deep relief that it takes Adler half a second to realize she’s smoking when they were supposed to have culled that out of her.

“I thought you’d quit,” he tries, as a thin, icy stream of uncertainty slides down his spine. He tries to be rational, smoking is the least dangerous of Bell’s old habits; complicated by the physiological dependence on nicotine to boot. This doesn’t have to be a sign of impending doom, he just has to keep an eye on it.

“In this line of work? It wasn’t meant to last,” she pauses, takes a drag and holds the smoke for long enough to notice she’s having his exact brand, familiar and comforting. “Besides, you give me cravings.”

The eyes, it’s always the fucking eyes. The way they catch on his scar, climbing along until she’s staring him down with nothing but open, honest desire, and a sort of sadness underneath. Like she’s given up on the magnetic pull she feels for him as soon as she admits to it.

Bell knows he’d put the job above anything, knows that’s what nuked his marriage. She knows because he told her, made her privy to things the likes of Sims only suspect. It was easy too, once he got started, to let the words get away from him; maybe not during the first session, but by the twentieth? The fiftieth? He’d find himself in the jungle of Vietnam and in the weeds of his personal hang ups all the same.

We fought together, bled together.

A mantra that to a degree poisoned him too. Enough to make him need this, once at the very least, to hold Bell steady by the back of the neck, tasting the smoke and the surprise on her lips. Then he has to do it again, since Bell’s crushing the cigarette out so she can pull herself closer by his lapels, run her fingers through his hair with a whisper of ‘fuck Russ’. And he is absolutely fucked in so many ways.

Fucked in the ease of walking beside her back to his hotel. And in how she sighs against his mouth when her cold hands sneak under clothes in the elevator. Adler feels his heart beating in double time as he finally works himself inside her, inch by inch so he can’t hide from this. He could regret it, he already does, as he struggles to make this last as long as he can, but he can never pretend it didn’t happen.

He’ll always have the way she clings to him, his name stumbling out of her when he hits the angle that makes her melt, to weigh on his conscience. He’ll keep coming back to her shoulder, still slick from the shower as he rested his forehead on it, because that was the third time he’d come that night and it never lost its edge to feel her around him.

These are the things Adler knows will haunt him. Keep him up at night until he finds the next excuse to have her, in a different hotel and a different city, with the same burning desperation.

And it’s what he sees, clear as day, playing in her mind that night as he tries to drag Perseus’ location out of her. Every kiss and every single time he drew meaningless shapes over her skin while she was curled up against his side.

The way he demands the information but has not let go of her hand, the fact that they both know how this ends. And he can only fucking hope, with her brilliant eyes burning through him again, that she can forgive him for falling for her.

#m: cod #r: smut #russell adler x reader #russell adler x bell #personal #i want this man to be so down fucking bad he can't even live with himself #'it was never personal' my ass

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cherwich · 10 months

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Bell?...

#russell adler #call of duty #cod cold war #cod black ops cold war #bell cod #russell adler x reader #russell adler x bell #frank woods #alex mason #Am I in love with him? No.#Maybe.#Yes.

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multi-fandom-imagine · 1 year

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Prompt { Nice } : 14. “Would you like to put the star on the very top of the tree?”

Character: Russel Adler

Fandom: Call of Duty/ Call of Duty Cold War

A/n: Bell!reader { bell not brainwashed here }

Two years, two years of being married to someone he actually loved. It was hard at first, to wrap his head around the fact that he fell for a former KGB agent though he still couldn’t handle the constant teasing from Woods.

This year you seemed particularly excited for this Christmas, though he guess it was due to it being the first one you both were spending alone. Titling his head to the side he watched you place bulbs on the tree. “Need help darlin?”

Jumping, you turned around placing your hand on your chest. Scowling for a moment you reached out grasping the star topper. “I am doing just well.” Stepping close to your husband you placed your hand on his chest smiling. “Would you like to put the star on the very top of the tree?”

Shaking his head, he wove his arms around your waist as he placed a kiss to your head. “Hmm, you sure you don’t want to do it y/n?”

Shaking your head you stood on your toes placing a kiss one of his scars. “I asked you for a reason Russel, I’ve already done most of the tree. Plus I am not tall enough.” You accent slipping through as Adler let out a snort.

“You’re not that short Bell…but since you’re giving me those puppy dog eyes, well how can I not.”

Taking the Star from your hands he reached up placing on the top of the tree. “Now isn’t that perfect, gonna be a perfect Christmas this year.” He muttered pulling you in for another hug.

Burying your face into his chest a small formed on your face, it was going to be a perfect Christmas because you had Alder by your side.

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d1maru · 2 years

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Autumn.

There are no words, only emotions.

#black ops cold war #bocw #cod #call of duty #russell adler #bell oc #russell adler x bell

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elyseenmiel · 1 month

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Dipping my toes in writing for the cod fandom. Event hosted by @deadbranch

Bells Ringing in the Chapel

Bell walked even though she felt like she was floating.

She didn’t feel her legs, as they were numbing. Bell’s hands held onto the bouquet of forget-me-nots, those beautiful flowers she was given from the American CIA. In her peripheral view, she saw the cigarette smoke coming from the man sitting in the front row of the pew.

Bell stood next to the groom —her husband-to-be.

Adler’s cologne filled her senses. Whispering “I do” as Bell held her gaze on Adler, she saw the gunmetal pulled from Adler's suit jacket.

Just for her, the church bells rang in the chapel.

#100-word fic challenge #russell adler #russell adler x bell #Russell Adler x female Bell #black ops cold war #call of duty black ops cold war #call of duty #cod #cod black ops cold war #alternate universe #au #Nancy sinatra song reference #cod fanfic

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rikakamado · 2 months

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#cod mw3 #call of duty #cod #call of duty mw3 #russell cod #russel adler #cod cold war #call of duty black ops #call of duty fanart #black ops cold war #black ops #cod bell #adler x bell #russell adler #russell adler x bell

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ladysouthpaw1213 · 1 month

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So, How you People feel about a Last Night in Soho au style Alder fic?

#russell adler x bell #russell adler x reader #russell adler

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russelladlergirl22 · 2 years

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Queen Of Mean ||BellFemReader X Russell Adler

"Where am I?" You woke up in a hospital room, you remember the last mission in the Solovetsky islands, where Adler took you to the cliff to talk alone, walking away from the team.

I'm so tired of pretending, where's my happy ending?

At the moment you felt betrayed when Adler shot you to tell you that “i hope you understand. . . it was never personal” So he leaves you there to die when you helped him end Perseus’s plan, you wonder why did he do it? Why kill you? he thought that trusting you, he would let you live and have a normal life but his orders were to kill you.

I followed all the rules, i drew inside the lines. . . I never asked for anything that wasn’t mine.

Now you wonder, how did you get to the hospital and not be dead as you expected? Well Lazar and Park found you almost losing a lot of blood, they both took you to the hospital no matter if Adler and the rest of the team found out you’re alive.

“You’re in the hospital Bell, we found you almost dying on the cliff, we never thought Adler would be able to kill you” You feel anger, pain, betrayal and distrust, now you can have your revenge against him but that will be from now on.

I waited patiently for my time, but when it finally came, he called my name, and now i feel this overwhelming pain

Passing the months, you work in MI6 with Park and Lazar decrypting information, following the search for Perseus, you were in the office trying to decipher some information in looking for his henchmen, before that you looked at the photo of Adler, where inside you felt a lot of anger and hatred, until you heard the sound of the door opening no matter who it was.

I mean it’s in my veins, I mean it’s in my brain, my thoughts are running in a circle like a toy train.

“Is something wrong Bell?” Park asks you without looking away, walks towards you to see what you were looking at Adler’s Photo. “Bell, you must forget what happened”

“How do you want me to forget it? I never stop hearing in my mind, his voice saying: “Bell, we have a job to do” Why did he have to do it? why murder me? The only thing i did was help to stop Perseus’s plans and thus pay my trust, killing me” You put the photo on the desk, covering your face with your hands, “I hate him Park, I hate him with all my rage”

Park hugs you to comfort you, trying to calm you down and let go of all that hatred you have against Adler. Between the mission that you did together, little by little you began to fall in love with him but everything fell apart, having a broken heart.

I’m kinda like a perfect picture with a broken frame, i know exactly who to blame

A few days later, you deciphered the information in searching for explosives equipment and intecepting Perseus agents, but in that mission there are three hostiles, who must rescue to complete the mission.

When you and Park entered the building to intercept the bombs, killing the rest of the agents, both of you released the three hostels but when the took off the hood, you never thought of meeting. . . HIm.

Your first reaction was to laugh, for the past weeks, you had been obsessed with thinking about what you would you if you ever saw that man again in your life. Your anger, betrayal and sadness would bubble up, leading to thouhgts of the various ways that you could send his man to hell, where he belonged, He destroyed your life, your trust and your loyalty. Now that he was here, in the situation where you are the one who’s saving him, all you could do was laugh. Which you proceeded to do, the person in the chair looked up to you, his mouth falling open slightly like me couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Bell?!" he exclaimed, while you looked down at Adler, deep down you heard Woods' voice saying "what the fuck?!" he looked at you, bewildered "You were dead"

"She was" Adler said through clenched teeth, you looked back at Park who looked almost as worried as you were beginning to feel, it felt like everything around you was going numb, you didn't want to do this.

I never thought of myself as mean, I always thought that i’d be the queen, and there’s no in between, cause if i can’t have that.

"Are you sure about that?" Mason asked, rubbing his wrists after Park cut his restraints. He looked over at you, then at Park, "Is she still-?" Park shook her head and opened her mouth to speak when Lazar burst into the room.

"We got company," he exclaimed. "Let's-" he cut himself off, looking at who you had just rescued. He then looked at you. "And you thought tonight wouldn't be exciting" Multiple people in the room glared at him. "Really though, we might want to consider leaving, Now." He tossed the rifle in his hands toward Mason, who caught it.

"Park-" Adler started, still tied down in the chair, but she interrupted him. "We'll explain later, we have to go" Park looked at you "Bell, cut him loose"

Then I would be the leader of the dark and the bad, Now there’s a devil on my shoulder where the angels used to be, and he’s calling me the Queen.

"Why me? tell Mason or Woods to do it, I'd rather get away from that bastard who made my life hell" you looked at Adler with hate "Even you have to admit, the irony of this situation is quite hilarious" You walk over to Lazar who has a worried look and you tell him that you're okay.

The sounds of gunfire from upstairs snapped you back to attention. You quickly swung your M-16 back around and wait for the others to join, it was another few seconds before Adler was the last one to follow, you jogged up the stairs, seeing that they were taking cover behind a few knocked-over tables against what appeared to be an army at the other end of the warehouse. You crouched down beside Park, she looked at you, worried in her eyes.

"Are you alright?" Park asked you while peering over the cover. "Just great, but we'll have a big problem when we get to the safehouse." you told her firing a few shots.

"I promise you, i didn't know" Park went on and you shook your head "don't worry, now we need to focus to get out of here and stay together"

Being nice was my pastime, but I’ve been hurt for the last time, and I won't ever let another person take advantage of me.

When Park pulled the truck into the garage of the MI6 safehouse, a small house near the edge of the city, and you quickly jumped out of the truck, but Adler was already in your face when you closed the door to the truck.

"You shouldn't be alive," he stated, you ignored him and pushed past him into the house. "Bell" Adler shouted behind you, and you curled your hands into balls, trying to resist the urge to try and make his broken nose even worse. "Bell!!"

"Stop calling me like that !!, I no longer belong to you" you hissed over your shoulder, Adler scoffed.

"Oh, yeah?" He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Bell," he started. "We've got a job-" Before he could say anything more, you had lunged towards him, pulling the knife out of its sheath, you held it up to his throat.

The anger burns my skin, third-degree, now my blood’s boiling hotter than a fiery sea.

"Care to finish that sentence?" You asked, pressing the tip of the knife just enough into his neck that a drop of blood dripped down. Even though he hadn't even finished the line, you could hear a ringing in the back of your head, the way it back when they would-

"Bell…?" You heard Lazar warn. You turned your head, noticing that both Woods and Mason had their guns aimed at you, and Park and Lazar were aiming at them.

You looked back at the knife that you still had against Adler’s throat. The ringing in your head only grew the longer you looked at him, the echoing of the trigger phrase playing in your head.

“Tell your boys to drop their weapons down” you said with a cold tone and Adler motioned for Mason and Woods to put their guns down, and Park and Lazar followed suit while you lowered your knife down.

“Park?, Lazar? we are going to investigate what we have done in the mission" you do not take your eyes off Adler "If you want to work with us, you will respect the orders and if you don't respect them, you can leave with the rest of your team. . .Am I clear?”

There's nobody getting close to me, they're gonna bow to the Evil Queen.

Hours have passed when You explain to the team the names of the Perseus agents, who would be Portnova, Stitch and Naga, then you explain which are the objectives of capturing or intercepting them until suddenly the front door to the safehouse swung open fully interrupting everything. Adler walked in, a cigarette between his lips, instead of closing the door behind him, two more people followed him in, and you started to get nervous but you didn't show it. As they walked in Sims and Hudson looked at you with disbelief.

“Told you” Adler grumbled, taking another drag from his cigarette. “What’s this?” Lazar was the first to ask, casually stepping in front of you as if to defend you. You wanted to push him away to show you didn’t need to be protected, but you were starting to get scared. if there had ever been anyone that wanted you dead more than Adler, it was Hudson. Even when you were brainwashed, that man still didn't trust you, and you were pretty sure he had more authority than Adler did.

“Adler, What the fuck?!” Park exclaimed, walking into the room. “This isn’t your safehouse”

“Yeah, well ours is burnt,” Adler started, but Park folded her arms across her chest “That doesn’t mean you can just bring whoever-”

"Enough" Hudson decided to cut in. "What is she doing here?!" He asked, his voice harsh as he looked at you. "Bell is supposed to be dead"

You rolled your eyes about that comment. "We'll, surprise, I have returned to the world of the living" You keep looking at the papers on the table, ignoring the presence of Hudson, Sims and Adler. "Bell is helping us find Perseus" Park matched Hudson's tone

Your nightmare's my dream, just wait until they fall to my wicked schemes.

"She don't belong to you" Hudson countered, Lazar confront Hudson in defending me "And she sure as shit don't belong to you"

"We made Bell," Adler jumped back into the conversation. You stopped what you were doing and you felt yourself curl your hands into fists. "Who do you think you are?!, you ruined my life by killing me and letting me die in that place, that sounds like a way of gratitude to stop Perseus's plans," you walk around the table to head towards Adler with a serious expression "That explains your way of distrusting me, you think I'm going to go back to Perseus but how can you know if I don't even remember my life?" You stopped in front of Adler "You are the one to blame for being your lab rat and followed your orders in finding your enemy that you couldn't even kill him when you had that chance" you walked around him, like a prey "but you didn't, because you are afraid. . ."

I never thought of myself as mean, I always thought that I'd be the queen, and there's no in between, 'cause if I can't have that then I will be the leader of the dark and the bad.

"Do my words hurt you? You see that I am right, although now I am no longer the Bell you know, I have changed and it was because of you, do you remember?" Then you walked away from him without taking your eyes off him, you looked from your shoulder at Park and Lazar "They saved my life, as if I had a second chance to have a normal life in which you completely destroyed" You look at each one of the old team "I should have lied to you about going to Duga but I didn't, but I don't want to talk about it, now if you don't mind I have business to do and if you and your team don't decide to help" you point the door "you can go"

you walk to your office before telling Park and Lazar to keep investigating the information, you were going to close your office door but a hand got in the way and you notice it was Adler. . . "Do you need something Mr. Adler? "

"We need to talk" he said and you act like you doubt it but you refuse with a fake smile."You and I have nothing to talk about, so if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."

"Bell, listen to me please, I know I shouldn't have done it but it was an order, and I had to carry it out."

"Really? So I was nothing to you? Between you and I are just agents or partners in crime, in pursuit of your obsession with Perseus? I thought you were different, I thought I had fallen in love with a faithful man who cared for me, for my life in those stupid missions, but I was wrong "

Bell turns her back on Adler as he walks over to her. "You know I didn't mean to do it, I wanted to tell you but I didn't know how you were going to react."

“Well that doesn’t change things Adler, I still hate you but inside my heart asks me to forgive you. i really loved you, but ever since i found out i was just a lab rat, taking those mission's to persue that man you have obsessed with all those years in your life” she turns around to look at him with anger “maybe is time to separate ways, when this job it’s done, you will stay away from me, to make a new life without you”

Adler shakes his head, looking at "Bell" who tries to get away from him "Bell, don't do this, I don't want you to get away from me, you love me and I love you, just give me a chance to have what we want"

She raises her hands in a way to get away from Adler "Please don't say that word, you don't love me, you just obeyed orders to kill me to fulfill what you wanted, and you did it, you killed me on that hill, but it was a miracle in that Lazar and Park found me, without them I wouldn't be here" she looks up and down at Adler in disgusted way "In front of you. . . What a pity it gives me to fall in love with you and it was a mistake in my life to be. . . Now leave me alone, I want to finish the mission and start my new life without you"

Now there's a devil on my shoulder where the angels used to be. And he's calling me the queen of mean (calling me, calling me) The Queen of mean. . . .

As Adler leaves the office without saying anything, "Bell" turns around and covers her face with her hands, sobbing that her heart has broken but now she must be strong to get over Adler and forget about him forever. . .

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