It's been Scott's job for the past three months to track you down and get back the Stark tech you'd stolen earlier that year, and boy had it been a pain in his ass. He knew your tactics, your popular hide-outs, the people you'd go to for aid, and the way you thought. Somehow that meant nothing, because after three months, he still only had a trail of clues that he knew you'd left for him on purpose. The only reason he knew you were going to be at the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco that evening was because you let him find out.

You are unpredictable and careful. Scott knows he'll never pin you down unless you want to be pinned. In that way, you are dangerous. He also can't help but love the chase, especially when it's you, the girl he loved a long, long time ago.

He walks along the edge of the Bridge, gazing down the walkway at all the people. You were supposed to be here. He was certain. But the clouds are starting to get heavy, looking as if it's going to rain again.

Then he hears a familiar voice behind him. "Hey there, Scottie Boy."

He turns and sees you with a smile on your face. "Hey, [Y/n]. Long time no see."

You're just as drop-dead gorgeous as the last time he laid eyes on you, and the '00s, too. He felt horrible about leaving you on that last job for you to take the blame and get caught. He was an idiot, and he knew deep down that all this was his fault. Prison wasn't a place where he'd think you'd ever end up. Sadly, he was very wrong.

"I see you got my message."

TO BE CONTINUED...