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“Nat, our window is closing. Where are you?” Steve watched the monitors as he listened to Sam over comms.
“Not sure I’m going to make it, boys.” Nat replied and he could hear grunting in the background. “I got pulled into something else.
“Shit,” Bucky cursed from his position on the bench opposite the monitors. “Tell me where you are, babe, I can meet you.”
There was a sickening crunch through his earpiece before Steve heard Nat again.
“Don’t worry, lover. I’m fine. Just not going to be able to make it to you in time.”
“Cap,” Sam’s voice chirped in. “We don’t exactly have a non-violet back up and there are a lot of civilians in here. Want me to clear it out?”
Steve opened his mouth to answer when Lanie groaned.
“Ugh, dammit. I really like these pants.” The tech wizard Tony had been sending out with them over the last few months stood up, hands going to the space buns in her hair and starting to unravel them. “Barnes, do you have a knife I can use?”
“What are you doing,” Steve asked as Bucky slipped a blade from his belt and handed it to her.
The red head, who had bent over to shake loose her curls, flipped upright and started to shimmy out of her black denim jeans. “You’ve been after this guy a while and this is the first time we’ve had a location on him. I’m kind of bored with hacking dark web data and I have a date tonight so I want to get out of here as fast and painless as possible.”
Lanie dropped down beside Bucky, exposed thick thighs covered in colorful tattoos spread out on the bench and Steve looked away quickly as she took the knife and started cutting the legs from her pants.
“I’m not sure how you undressing is going to make that happen.” He called over his shoulder.
“Wilson, do I have five minutes to get in there?” Steve turned back around to find Lanie, jeans now turned into shorts that were entirely too short back on, shoving a comms earpiece in.
“He’s seems to be getting bored but I think five is a safe bet.” Sam replied before Steve spoke again.
“King, you are not going in there. You aren’t field trained.”
She opened a drawer under her desk and pulled out a roll of duct tape, handing it to Bucky. “This is going to be a little awkward but I need you to hold this while I spin. Maybe close your eyes so your girlfriend doesn’t kick my ass for flashing you later.” With that she pulled off the loose sweatshirt she had been wearing to reveal a tight, swoop necked tank top which she lifted up high enough to expose a pale, soft stomach covered in stretch marks and the bottoms of her breasts and both men squeezed their eyes shut.
“Lanie!” Steve scolded but he could hear the tape being pulled from the roll.
“Look, Rogers, Nat isn’t going to make it. And I may not be a twelve like she is but I know creeps like this. Throw enough tits and ass in their faces to get their dicks hard and they can ignore the butter face. While mine not be grade A, with enough exposure and a little adjusting my assets should be enough to do the trick in low lighting. You can open your eyes now.” He did so just in time to see her pulling the tank top down low and her cleavage looked like it was dangerously close to spilling over the neckline now. “I might not be field certified but I’ve been on enough of these runs and flirted free drinks out of enough dudes that I am confident I can get close to this guy and plant the tracker. Nat, can I use your heels and the lipstick?”
She’d pressed a finger to her ear at the last words and started digging through the bag Nat usually had stashed in the van with a plethora of supplies.
“Be my guest.” Nat replied and Steve shook his head stepping up behind Lanie as she bent to apply the color in a mirror.
“You’re not going in.”
“Steve,” he turned to see Bucky scratching the back of his head. “It’s not like we have a lot of other options. Worst case we let her try. If it goes south Sam clears the place and gets her out while we go the violent route.”
“Wish that sounded a bit more confident, but thanks for backing me up, Barnes.” Lanie forced her feet into Nat’s heels and grimaced when she stood. “I’m going to have to be fast if I ever want to feel my toes again so be ready to step in when I give the sign, Wilson.”
“Lane.” Steve stepped in front of the sliding door before she could open it but her ankle buckled and he reached out to catch her. She used her momentum and his action against him to spin them around and her hand caught the latch sliding the door open before patting his cheek and jumping down. “Don’t worry, Cap, I’ve got this.” She slid the door closed again and headed in through the side door they’d scouted earlier in the day.
Steve bolted to the monitors and watched nervously as Lanie entered into the cameras view, heading straight for the bar. She leaned in, flipping her hair and pushing her breasts forward which got the bartenders attention quickly and she downed the three shots he poured in front of her one after the other without flinching before tossing bills down and heading to the raised dais on the dance floor where several other scantily clad women were swaying to join them.
“Hot damn, King,” Sam spoke over comms. “I didn’t know you had moves.”
“Sam, focus.” Steve barked but in his mind he couldn’t help but agree. Until that moment Lanie had been nothing more than their back up man in the chair when Tony was otherwise occupied. Her voice in their ear or information on their screens really all he’d paid attention to but now… Now he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she moved and swayed to the thumping base, hands drawing attention to her curves and exposed flesh as they moved over her body. She danced through the crowd of other women on the platform moving herself in front of the VIP section on the other side of the room and it looked effortless. Like she was just another drunk girl out having a good time.
Lane knew there were way more attractive girls around her, but they were all preoccupied with each other, the music and the drinks in their hands. They weren’t looking around the room like they were on the hunt. So, when she stepped to the far edge of the dais and opened her eyes, pretending to scan the room for something to play with, she wasn’t surprised in the slightest when a bodyguard stepped down from the VIP booth after she’d locked eyes with his boss, giving him a small flirty smile while still moving to the music.
The muscle didn’t say a word to her, just held out a hand to help her down from the platform. She still stumbled when she stepped down, purposefully making it seem like she was wasted when she grabbed onto the stupid big arms of her escort with a giggle as she flipped her hair and he helped her straighten. She looked back up into the booth and the arms dealer had a shit eating grin on his face thinking he was about to have an easy score.
In less than five minutes of entering the roped off booth Lanie was straddling the guy they’d been after, his meaty hands pawing at her ass as she made out with him. Tony had explained the lipstick only needed to touch the guy’s skin for the bio tracker to sink in but it had been a while so she was going a little overboard for her own enjoyment. It was a shame this guy was a total piece of shit because he was a really good kisser and exactly her type, red flags and all. When the mans mouth moved from hers, down her neck to the top of her absurd cleavage where he began to suck, she heard Steve growl in her ear.
“Now, Sam.”
She rolled her eyes and sighed, knowing what was coming and that her fun would soon be done.
“Allison!” Sam yelled out as he stormed up to the booth and she turned to look at him wide eyed. “What the hell are you doing? You think you can mess around on me?!”
Sam was pushing against the goons at the edge of the booth now, pointing angrily at her and when the dealers’ hands slipped from her backside she stood quickly, letting fake fear take over as her body shook and her head whipped back and forth between them.
“Wes, no, I…I wasn’t…baby, please.” Her hands ran frantically through her hair and she took a few shaky steps toward him. Right then, just like they planned, the sprinkler system went off and the club was filled with the wails of girls who lamented the damage to their hair and makeup. In the sudden chaos, Lanie stepped down from the booth, past the goons and into Sam’s arms, still stumbling over her words as he grabbed her arm and dragged her away and the goons ushered the dealer to safety through a different exit.
When they stepped into the van she could almost feel the heat of Steve’s rage.
“That was reckless.” He glared at her pointedly before handing her her sweatshirt.
Bucky took off and she fell forward for real that time and could ACTUALLY feel the heat of Steve’s anger when she hit his chest. With a firm grip he held her steady and she groaned in relief as she kicked off Nat’s too small heels.
“You can’t just go into a situation like that, untrained and unprepared.” He continued and she stepped back, picking up the knife she’d borrowed from Bucky, still on the bench between her vans and the remnants of her pant legs.
“Yeah, but it worked out so,” she put the knife in his hand and turned around, lifting her tank top. “Now would you mind cutting me out of this shit?”
Several moments passed and she almost thought he wasn’t going to do it when fingertips wiggled their way under the tape, barely grazing her skin, before the knife followed and carefully cut upwards.
“Why do you have tape around your chest,” Sam asked from the chair she usually sat at to watch monitors and work.
“I’m not a fan of bras and you usually need those to create a good view.” The last of the bindings around her broke and she hissed slightly when the tip of the knife pressed into her spine a bit too hard at the end.
“Sorry,” Steve grumbled before she felt his scorching palm rub gently over the spot.
“But tape can do wonders too. Although duct tape is not ideal.” She groaned a little as she tugged the last bits from her under boob and pulled her tank back down before slipping her oversized sweatshirt back on.