(This is an alternate ending to the movie the Italian Job. In this AU Stella goes to dinner with Steve, she gets through the dinner date setting up another dinner date with Steve so the boys can get in, get the gold, and get out. I'm playing Steve, and Supergirl is playing Charlie.)
Steve gulped down the last of his wine, 'Where the fuck are you Becky?' Steve wondered in irritation. It had been almost forty minutes, and she hadn't answered the pager she had given him.
He growled tossing a twenty on the table and excused himself. "Stand me up Bitch? Let's see if you have a job come Monday."
Steve fumed all the way home. He thought about going home and ordering an escort to drown his annoyance, but that thought died quickly upon seeing his front gate knocked off its hinges, and the front rent a cop was nowhere to be seen. He dug into his glove box for his magnum swearing silently to himself that he had left it in his bedroom on the nightstand.
As he pulled up the drive his heart sank as he yelled out loud hitting the steering wheel, "No, no, no, no!" He slammed on the breaks taking in the fact his mastiffs were chained together knocked out, his front door was wide open, tire tracks had torn up his nice lawn, and he knew deep down that his gold was gone.
He climbed out of his car taking several deep breaths as he ran his hands through his hair thinking, 'This can't be happening to me! This night can't get any worse.' He walked shakily into his house standing in his doorway for several minutes as he stared down the hallway at his broken open safe. It was gone; it was all gone.
He shuffled over to it looking in to the empty safe for a moment before the inner rage he felt took a hold and he grabbed the safe's door and slammed it shut as he yelled in frustration, "Fucking bitch! I swear to God I'm going to find you and make you pay for stealing my gold!"
Charlie had slinked into a corner when he heard Steve driving in. He couldn't stop the smirk when Steve realized his gold was missing. The man really was too arrogant for his own good. He stepped out of the corner, letting his voice stay calm, "You really should be careful with who you trust Steve."
Steve's eyes widened hearing the familiar voice. He spun around eyes darting towards the voice's owner thinking that maybe his ears were playing tricks on him. There standing no more than ten feet away was Charlie. Steve's first reaction was to dash into his bedroom and go for the gun on his nightstand.
Charlie dashed after the other man, thankfully, getting to him first. "I don't think so." Charlie didn't even think as he drew his fist back and let it fly.
Steve squirmed to get out from under the man, but as he turned to the left Charlie's fist connected and Steve's vision blurred. He staggered on his elbows backwards yelling, "Get the fuck off me!" Those were the last things Steve said before another hard fist clipped his chin and his world faded into darkness.