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Base/s: Thor/Avengers
Title: To Victory We Go
Summary: One hundred drabbles on what would happen if the God of Mischief found a certain list…
Music used for inspiration: None.
A/N: I am referring of course, to the Evil Overlords List. If you haven't read it, I highly recommend you do so. :) Simply Google it and it will be the first hit on the page.
My ventilation ducts will be too small to crawl through.
1. The Perfect Plan
"It's a perfect plan!"
Steve looked sceptical.
"Are you certain? Because I really don't think this is going to work. For one, how is she going to know where to go even if she gets inside?" He pressed.
Tony waved a negligent hand.
"Details. It'll work, and it'll be awesome."
Steve raised a dubious eyebrow.
"If you say so."
Tony pressed the button on the panel in front of him, enabling the Black Widow to hear them.
"How're you doing?" he asked eagerly.
The voice of Natasha Romanov, the infamous Black Widow, drifted through the speakers in perfect pitch.
"I've bypassed external security and am about to enter the building via the roof." Came the flat, professional reply.
"Wonderful. All you need to do now is climb through the air duct and voila. Infiltration complete."
He grinned and Steve could almost imagine him rubbing his hands together in childish glee.
Steve turned his attention back to the screen that lit their part of the room. The image was clear and sharp, a product of Starks technological prowess, and they could see from Natasha's point of view while she was moving silently around the compound.
Then, on the screen, the image jiggled as the spy scaled a wall, quickly dodging the barbed wire at the top. Steve wasn't sure how she managed it, let alone made it look so effortless. The Black Widow crept along on of the roofs until she paused, the camera transmitting what she was seeing.
A large ventilation duct, set into the side of a building, was sitting innocuously in from of her.
"I told you so!" Tony crowed.
Steve's eyebrows had receded into his hairline. He hadn't thought such a plan would work. What kind of idiot would overlook something like that?
"How did you know?" he asked the other man curiously.
Tony blinked as his eyes followed the movements on the screen.
"Hmm? Oh, you know. It's in every movie ever!"
Steve looked blank.
Tony turned to look at him and suddenly looked like he wanted to facepalm.
"Right. Frozen. Gotcha. Well, every villain has a secret hideout or evil fortress right? Well, whichever one it is, there's always ventilation shafts. Always. It's like movie law."
Steve still didn't understand, but nodded anyway to keep from feeling overly stupid.
On the screen, Natasha had succeeded in removing all but one of the thick metal screws that held the grate closed. With the tiniest sheering of metal, the last one popped off and she eased the cover open.
There was a pause.
"I do not believe we planned for this." She said, and Steve could imagine her frowning.
Tony was outraged.
"That's not fair!" He ranted, "What kind of villain builds air ducts that small? Not even a midget contortionist could sneak through those!"
Steve was amused, but kept it to himself.
"I think that was the point." He interjected.
Although Steve knew he would never admit it even if shown a video, the other man was pouting.
While Tony was fuming, Steve leaned into the mic.
"Get out of there Natasha, this is clearly not going to work." He said, sighing.
"Understood."
Somewhere, deep in the bowels of his facility, a certain god lounged on a chair, a remote control dangling from his fingers and a smirk fixed securely on his face. His eyes roved the screen in front of him and the grin stretching his lips only grew with every passing second.
A somewhat tinny voice echoed from the speakers built into the station in front of him.
"-ot fair! What kind of villain builds air ducts that small?"
He chuckled and depressed the button on the remote control, sending alarms blaring throughout the complex and sending the men posted there into a frenzy. The woman probably wouldn't be caught, he mused, but it was felt good to let them know that she had failed.
"A damn good one." He murmured, his eyes alight with humour.
And there you have it. The first of what I hope will be many more. :) Read, review, and tell me which rule you would like to see next and I may just accomodate you. ;)