"Why the frosty reception?" Leonard Snart shook his head and grabbed the nearest guard. The poor sucker had come in close contact with the Snart's beloved cold gun, his legs now icicles. The guard's gun lay several feet away, useless.
"Pl-pl-pleeeease, I ha-ha-have a fam-" Snart rolled his eyes and interrupted the man's babbling. He tightened his grip around the man's shirt and pulled him close.
"Look, I will make you a deal. Give me the keys to the displays and I won't freeze your hands." He spoke slowly, his voice carrying throughout the hall.
"I d-d-don't ha-have th-them! I'm s-s-sorry!" Snart threw his head back and let out a frustrated sigh. He held the cold gun up and pointed it at the guards hands. The gun whirled as his finger pressed against the trigger.
"Stop! Stop!" His finger lifted off the trigger and the gun silenced. Snart turned to discover the source of the words. A young woman had pulled herself out from her hiding place, standing in the middle of the hall with both hands raised. A small circlet of keys hung from her left hand, just what he had been looking for.
Snart dropped the whimpering guard and approached the woman slowly. She stared at him resolutely, her brown eyes narrowed. He smirked at her, and quirked his head as he circled her.
"Well, you're a surprise. Got any weapons I should know about?" He plucked the keys from her fingertips and stashed them inside his jacket. The cold gun pressed into her back as he slowly patted her sides for weapons. Snart felt her shudder beneath his gloved hands before he pulled away, satisfied that she was unarmed.
"Do you really think I could hide a gun in a skirt?" Her sharp tone surprised him. Snart pressed the cold gun harder into her back and smiled at the sudden intake of breath.
"Wouldn't hurt to start packing heat, never know who's going to come to these museum openings. There's some real creeps around here." He let out a cold laugh before pulling his gun away and stepping back. He gestured toward the ground with his freeze gun. "On your knees, sweetheart."
She glared at him viciously but slowly lowered herself to the ground, her face pulled into a grimace as her knees hit the cold tile. Snart smirked at her discomfort before pulling a zip tie from his pocket.
"Really? You have a fucking freeze ray, I'm not going anywhere." The woman scoffed at him, her brown eyes full of unadulterated hate.
Leonard let out a derisive chuckle before crouching to pull her arms behind her back and securing them with the tie. He leaned forward, his knee hitting the floor. "Maybe I just like to tie beautiful women up?" His breath brushed against her ear, forcing the woman to pull her neck away violently. He could have sworn that she let out a small growl of irritation as he rose to his feet.
"Can't stay and chat, got a robbery to finish. Don't try anything." Snart wandered away, satisfied that the woman was properly secured and delightfully irritated.
He checked his watch and grimaced. Only a few minutes before the alarm system came back online. Time to get to work. Snart pulled out the small radio and turned it on.
"Mick! I've got the keys. Let's get this done before our least favorite speedster comes to ruin the party."
"I'll pull the car around!" Mick's voice cracked over the radio. Leonard nodded in satisfaction before quickly emptying the displays. The bag was soon full of precious diamonds, rubies and other stones. He was strutting toward the door, satisfied at the job well done before Mick's voice came over the radio.
"We gotta problem! Cops are here!" Leonard stopped short and threw his head back in irritation. He held the radio up to his mouth and spoke quickly.
"Bring the car around the back!" Leonard turned and headed for the emergency exit at the other side of the hall.
"But the cops will block us in, they'll never let us outta here!" Snart cursed and kicked at a small display next to him. Pain blossomed in his foot before an idea struck him.
"Then we'll just take a hostage." Leonard jogged around the corner to where he had left the woman and found the hall empty.
"Nothing is easy." He grumbled angrily before spotting an abandoned shoe near a rather large bookshelf. Leonard ran to the shelf and threw open the bottom cabinets, before being greeted with a kick to the head. He reeled back, clutching his face in pain.
"Goddammit!" Leonard felt blood leak from his nose. He pulled the cold gun from it's holster and pointed it at the woman defiantly. "You can either come with me or become an icicle." Her brown eyes widened at the freeze gun before she slowly extracted herself from the cabinet.
Leonard pushed her towards the exit and out into the cold November air. The van was just on the other side of the alley. He could see Mick motioning for them to hurry. Leonard pulled the woman down the steps and onto the pavement, rushing for the car.
"Ow!" The woman grimaced in pain as her bare foot hit the rough concrete. She hoped on her uninjured foot. Leonard could see that a small piece of glass had embedded itself in her heel. There was no way she could hop the twenty feet to the van.
"For fuck's sake." Leonard huffed before putting his arms around her waist and throwing her over his shoulder. He shuffled as quickly as he could toward the van, ignoring the squirming woman across his shoulder.
"Put me down!" The woman's voice carried through the alley. Leonard grimaced and rolled his eyes at her defiance.
"I should have taped your mouth shut." He grumbled quietly before reaching the van. Mick threw open the back doors and helped Leonard pull the woman inside. Not wasting any time, Leonard climbed into the drivers seat and began to pull out of the alley. The police surrounded them from all sides.
"Turn the engine off and step out of the vehicle!" An officer called out them over the megaphone. Guns were trained on the van.
"Bring her here, Mick!" The woman was pulled up into the passengers seat, in full view of the police. Snart rolled down the window a crack and called out.
"If you try to take us in we will kill her." Snart shoved the cold gun against her temple. He heard the woman suck in a sharp breath. The officers slowly began to lower their weapons, now aware of the delicate situation.
"That's right, make way." Snart began to inch the van forward, as if challenging the police cars that stood in the way. Mick pushed past the woman and rolled down the passengers window, his flame thrower trained toward the blockade.
The cop cars began to back up, allowing the van to enter the roadway. Snart rolled down the window so he could address the police force behind them.
"If you follow us we will kill her. Don't want to risk an innocent life over some insured jewels, do you?" He laughed and pressed on the accelerator, speeding out onto the busy streets.
Leonard was not an idiot, he knew that he cops were following at a distance. Luckily a decoy van was about to come out from the other side of the underpass, allowing them to use the underpass service tunnels to escape. He slowed the van to a stop as soon as he was sure that they were not followed. He unbuckled himself from the seat and slid into the back, pulling the woman along with him.
"Mick, take over. I need to attend to our guest's injury." Her head snapped towards him in surprise. Snart could see where a tear had run down her face from the pain. He pursed his lips and motioned for her to give him her injured foot. She glared at him and refused to move, her mouth curled into a frown.
"Are you serious? You just threatened to kill me, twice!" She attempted to scuttle away from him but was hindered by her bound wrists.
"Look I know you're in pain. Let me help you." He reached out slowly, taking her ankle into his hands and adjusting her leg so he could treat her heel. The woman took a sharp breath when his fingers touched her skin.
"Does it hurt that much?" He furrowed his brows as he reached for the first aid kit stashed behind one of the seats.
"No, no. Your hands are cold, that's all." She whispered quietly, her breath haggard. Snart let his eyes examine her pale face, her features etched in pain and discomfort. Her brown hair fell around her head in waves. He shook his head and pulled his attention away.
Leonard knew that the glass extraction would be painful. He needed to distract her so she wouldn't start screaming and attract attention.
He snapped the lid to the first aid kit off and removed a pair of tweezers as well as disinfectant. He held her foot steady as he prepared to extract the glass.
"What's your name?" The woman's face broke out into an incredulous expression. Leonard gave her an even look before trying again. "Name or I will leave this just the way it is." She let out a shaky breath before replying.
"Evelyn." Leonard nodded.
"What do you do, Evelyn?" He gripped her foot tightly and prepared to extract the glass.
"I work at the museum." Evelyn's words were soft, Snart could barely hear her.
"I gathered that. Take me through a day of work, explain every detail." His voice carried slowly, enunciating every syllable. Evelyn let out a breath before replying.
"I usually start my day with a meeting. All of the department heads come together to discuss ongoing projects. Then...Owwww!" Leonard yanked on the glass, pulling it straight out. Evelyn whimpered at the pain, her fingers twitching.
"Better take a deep breath, Evelyn." He pressed a disinfectant soaked rag to her foot. Her body jerked away, flinching in pain. He quickly removed the rag and wrapped her foot in a tight bandage.
"It should heal nicely. Take some of these for the pain." He showed her a small package labeled aspirin before tossing a few into his hand. She watched him wearily but opened her mouth when he made to give them to her.
Satisfied that she was taken care of Snart made for the passengers seat, leaving Evelyn leaning against the side of van. He sat in the seat half turned toward her, monitoring her actions. He hated surprises.
"When I heard you say you were taking a hostage I expected an old guard but this...this is much better." Mick whispered hoarsely, his mouth pulled into a devious smile. Leonard rolled his eyes at his companion and stared pointedly toward the road.
A/N: I love Len, he's my favorite Rogue. I'm trying to gauge if anyone is looking for a story like this so please review and follow if you would like me to continue. I'm sorry for the cold puns in advance, they're my favorite.