Enemy Of My Enemy

"Welcome guest. Thank you for coming to my charity event where we will be showcasing the new family heir loom…The Amarillo Starlight. It has originated from this region of the world. A very rare one in fact to be in the U.S. My ancestor found this diamond in 1972 while vacationing with the misses. The white diamond is an absolutely colorless diamond also known as a D-color diamond, it is a Type IIa, which are said to be chemically pure and structurally perfect diamonds. Factors that can cause color in diamonds are absent in these Type IIa diamonds…Hence their absolutely colorless nature. The Amarillo Starlight is the 4th largest rough diamond discovered in the history of exploitation. Its value has been estimated between $150,000 and $175,000…"

"Oh I think we hit the jackpot. Not the largest amount we've gotten but it will do," The Captain whispered into the comm. "Give me a layout Bucky."

"Security isn't packed tight. They must have underestimated the chance of a heist. You could create a distraction…" Bucky was saying.

"Wait…God gave me many talents but one of the best ones is being able to detect bullshit," The Captain muttered hoarsely under his breath. Buck laughed a little in his ear and nodded. "That isn't the real diamond. Buck give me the floor layout."

"Three master bedrooms, two bathrooms, game room which I have to say…is pretty fucking nice, and that's it. all of which are on your floor. I'm getting a lot of activity in the master bedroom closest to you. You might want to check that out first," Bucky said.

"Where is it?"

"Uh," He heard some furious tapping on the other end before Bucky's voice rang over," To the left, you should see a fountain and you will be right next to it. Oh and Cap be careful we got some security."

"Alright Buck. I'm out," He whispered and started to move away from his post.

. . . . .

Meanwhile…

"Do you ever feel like a plastic bag drifting through the wind?...Wanting to start again," Trickshot mumbled the lyrics to Firework by Katy Perry while walking the hallways. He eased his way through the shadows and corners making sure to not be seen. Here and there he would do a little dance move. He was currently shuffling when he bumped into a wall. A built wall.

The wall turned around and looked at the intruder same went for the other three men surrounding him. A moment of silence passed before Hawkeye broke it,"…Cause there's a spark in you…You just gotta ignite the light…And let it shine. Just own the night like the Fourth of July…"

…

"…Cause baby you're a firework!"

The guards looked at him confusingly. Trickshot took that opportune time to get out his bow and arrow. Quickly and efficiently while singing along with the illustrious Katy Perry he continued his assault.

"Make 'em go Oh, oh, oh!" He sung before aiming at one of the oncoming guards. Of course the guard slipped when Clint tripped him.

"Like a lightning bolt, your heart will blow!" Clint shot an arrow at the chest of one of the men. The arrow then sent bolts of electricity through the man's body before he went down. "Come on show 'em what your worth."

"Boom, boom, boom!" He sent three arrows toward one of the three remaining men who refused to stay down. Next when one of the guards got a little to close he swung his bow at him and hit him in the throat.

"Come on let your colors burst," The song was beginning to die down and the last man standing seemed to be bigger than the others. Trickshot shrugged before shooting at both the man's legs. He went down with a gigantic thud. Trickshot hurriedly disabled the man before punching him in the face multiple times. The man was still conscious and Hawkeye winced at how many punches this guy could take.

"Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon!" Trickshot sung and put an arrow to his lips as if he was singing in a microphone. The song was over and Hawkeye smiled at himself.

"Katy Perry just kicked your ass," He said before landing the final blow. "Now let us go get my diamond."

. . . . .

Somewhere else…

The Captain skillfully and carefully walked into the master bedroom, already taken care of the security. This was it. It reeked of cologne and sex. Mr. I'm-so -rich-cause-my-great-grandfather-found-a-rock wasn't so good as he thought he was. Carefully the Captain slid through the shadows before checking out the area. It was a huge room, he had to admit that. Humongous ass bathroom to the left, closet as big as the bathroom was across the room. He made his way over their silently before he noticed something. Something was wrong with the bed. Quickly he made his way over there.

Part of the bed was harder than the other. Hurriedly he removed the covers before finding a silver box.

"Haha," He chuckled to himself," Jackpot."

He braced his fist before punching the metal box with barely any effort at all. The box opened with a grunt and the Captain couldn't believe what he saw.

. . . . .

Meanwhile at the gala…

"Give me the stats," He demanded. Swiftly and quietly he moved through the crowd as if he was one of them. Blending in was easy for him. His good nature spirit could easily fool anyone. Shaking hands, casually flirting, smiling, and being able to hold a conversation was one of his strong suits. With a quick stride he walked purposefully toward the host.

"Diamond is intact and since it is about fifty years old it is worth more than what he is saying it's for," Jane said into the comm. Soon enough another female voice took over, Darcy," The fucker is worth millions! Get this and we won't have to hit that bank next month! Thor your ass better get that diamond! Computer drives for life bitch!"

There was shuffling on the other end of the com and Jane was back. "What Darcy meant to say was…get on the man's good side. He is a sucker for new friends. And those new friends get close enough to his personal stuff."

"What Jane meant to say is that he's gay," Darcy commented bluntly. He whispered a thank you before turning the com off and proceeding towards the host.

"That was a beautiful speech Mr. Johnathon," He said and held out his hand for the man to shake. He did willingly.

"Thank you Mr. Odinson and not just for the compliment but that 100k donation," Mr. Johnathon winked and Thunder laughed.

He never made that donation. 100k in 500k out.

Ha deception was a bitch.

"Have you seen Mr. Stark. He said he was going to be here," Mr. Johnathon said and looked at his watch. He glanced at Mr. Johnathon and knew he had to get deeper into the game. "I don't think he is going to make –"

"I was wondering if you could tell me a little more about that diamond…Mr. Johnathon. It is a family heir loom correct? I must say I am one for heir looms. My family has a long line of them. I might be able to show you mine one day," Thor said abruptly and that seemed to surprise the man. Regaining his composure Mr. Johnathon nodded before he gave a big smile.

"Um…yeah sure," Mr. Johnathon smiled. He smiled as well. All the pieces are coming together.

. . . . .

In the master bedroom…

"Hey soldier," A whisper resounded in the room. The Captain tensed instinctively but soon relaxed after recognizing the voice. The room seemed to get warmer before a smile appeared on his face. He looked out the window and into the night before scoffing. He should have known.

"Long time no see, sweetheart," He whispered before turning around to see the illustrious spy. The moonlight from the window shown on her skin and like he did the other times he admired her beauty. Her porcelain face was beautiful as it always was brought out by her very red lips. Her red hair, looking feisty as ever, also shown. It was illuminated in the moonlight more than it was in the sunlight. As his gaze traveled lower he noticed her sleek and tight uniform, showing off nothing but luscious curves and legs that could kill.

"For you, it has been. I have been keeping tabs on you, baby, and you have been busy," She purred and begun to walk closer to him.

"That is considered stalking ya' know?" He whispered huskily to her before getting up from the bed. The empty box forgotten.

She smiled," Not in our line of business."

"You know I would love to chat over a cup of coffee or something. I'm kind of busy right now," His sarcasm was enough to produce a laugh. He walked dangerously close to her and she was eyeing his movements.

"You're not going to be drinking coffee when you're with me," She muttered with her trademark smirk. "Oh I forgot you lived in those horrid mountains. Only thing hot there is, well, you."

He gave her one of his charming smiles before taking one final step towards her. She bit her lip. God, he loved it and hated it when she did that. It always drew his attention to her mouth when there were more important matters at hand. Carefully he put his hands on her hips. Cotton touching latex.

"You trying to seduce me?" The Captain asked and her attention was brought to his azure blue eyes. He forced them both against the wall. Her breath hitched. He smiled before bringing his hands to force hers up. The Captain held both her hands over her head before skimming his lips over the column of her neck.

"Depends…is it working?" She breathes out and arches her back. His hands skim down her arms, then her sides, soon her hips. They soon get lower before grabbing her ass. His lips meet hers, barely grazing before he smiles wickedly.

"Nope," He breathes before snatching the diamond from her holster. Then he runs. She stands there frozen. Did he just –? She scoffed.

"That son of a bitch," She then takes off after him.

. . . . .

In the hallway…

As both Mr. Johnathon and Thor were making themselves towards wherever the hell Johnathon was taking them they found a bunch of unconscious bodies. When they arrived Johnathon was stupefied and a hint of recollection hit Thor's face.

"I must go," Thor said before practically running away.

"Wait!"

Thor was already gone.

. . . . .

In the ball room…

The Captain quickly and skillfully jumped over the ledge of the balcony. She was on his tail. He might have been fast but she somehow always knew her way around. Once the Captain landed in the middle of the ball room an up roar of screams and cries began. Of course security guards began to advance on him. He didn't pay them any mind because he knew there was a bigger threat.

He was running with a great amount of speed and he looked like he was about to escape before an arrow whizzed through the air and pierced his shoulder. That wasn't all though, an electric shock emitted from the arrow. The Captain dropped to his knees.

"Clint! You motherfucker!" The Captain yelled as his muscles contracted from the amount of electricity coursing through his body. Clint jumped off the ledge gracefully, easily landing on the smooth marble floors. He stalked towards the electrified captain.

"Shhh don't say my name!" Trickshot whispered with a smile. "You've been in this business for a while now. You should know by now that you can't outrun my arrows…even if you're enhanced."

"I wasn't running from you dumbass!" The Captain shouted through hundreds of volts of electricity coursing through his body. Clint aimed another arrow at the Captain and his eyebrows creased together in confusion.

"Wha –?" Clint was interrupted when a figure emerged from the scared crowd. Clint heard the clacking of heels smacking against marble but refused to look in that direction. Soon enough the figure walked behind Steve. She put her hands on his shoulders before dipping into a squat, surrounding the Captain with her presence. He felt hands roam his chest and lips ghost over his ear.

"I didn't get you out of that ice only for you to get killed," She laughed and he gritted his teeth through the pain. The woman smiled at him before letting her teeth graze his ear. "And surely not by him."

"Missed you too, Nat," Clint said. The Black Widow looked him up and down and stood back to her full height.

"No wonder I heard Katy Perry earlier in the hallways," Natasha muttered with boredom. The Captain cracked a smile. Clint always did like to sing especially if it was Katy Perry. A spark that seemed more painful than the others made Steve jump and Natasha laughed a little.

"Get this damn arrow out of me!" Steve growled.

"I will be glad to," Steve was surprised when the voice wasn't feminine but just in case he looked up at Natasha. She rolled her eyes in response. Out of nowhere a man began to descend from the ledge of the balcony. His armored chest and body reflected the light. His red robe glowed with the brightness of a dozen roses. Of course the mask that graced his face barely hid anything, especially his golden hair.

"Brothers! Sister! It is nice to see you again!" His voice boomed throughout the crowded room.

"The feeling ain't mutual," Clint muttered and Thor sent him a death glare. Clint quickly walked behind the still kneeling Steve.

"It is has been a long time, yes," Thor nodded and walked towards the trio. The scene reminded him of what they had back then. Clint beside Natasha's side like a brother and Steve kneeling before her like a lover. Thor would usually be behind them giving them a breathtaking hug. The reminder had made him quiet sad at the moment but he gained his composure.

"Yeah," Natasha sighed," It's been a long time lightning rod."

"Haha," Clint laughed," I don't fucking believe you. Between you and I…I would win. Between me and Steve…he would kick my ass."

All of them laughed. "What about Steve and Thor then?"

"Thor all the way!" Bruce said and that started some boos.

"My money is on Steve over here. I mean he almost lifted Thor's hammer for Christ's sakes," Tony said in defense.

"We're right here guys," Steve sighed as both him and Thor sat on the couch while the conversation continued.

"Nice to see you assholes are re-a-fucking-quainted. So how about you fuckers get this arrow out of my motherfucking shoulder!" Steve yelled. Thor's hammer was giving off electric sparks and the same was going for the arrow in Steve's shoulder, both seemed to amplify the other.

Natasha immediately grabbed the arrow and yanked it out. The sting of the arrow being ripped out of his shoulder tore a howl of pain from his throat. He looked at the smirking Natasha with deadly eyes.

"What?" She asked innocently. "You kept bitching."

Boom!

…

"Did you hear that?" Thor stiffened.

"No."

"Yes," Steve muttered before he stood to his full height.

Boom!

"I heard it again," Steve said. He walked up next to Thor before he started to…sniff? He caught a wiff of something familiar before he was interrupted.

"Are you seriously sniffing? When the fuck did you turn into a blood hound?" Clint asked and Steve held up his middle finger. The crowd trying to escape screamed in terror but before anyone knew it the wall was destroyed. A roar resounded through the area and Steve's face lightened in recognition. This wasn't any ordinary roar.

This was the Hulk.

And alongside him was the infamous Iron Man.

The wall came crashing down and all that was there was a gigantic green raging monster with a gold and black iron man hovering next to it. The raging monster roared with anger and the Iron Man did a somewhat imitation of the roar with a laugh.

Steve sighed. Clint pursed his lips. Natasha rolled her eyes. And Thor stared at them incredulously.

"Stark always loved to make an entrance," Natasha muttered and stared at the beast and the Man in Iron.

"Put your hands up and no one will get hurt! All I came here for is a big ass rock! So back the hell up and no one will die…today," The Man in Iron said to the screaming people. The Green Giant roared in agreement.

"Now that we have all agreed where is –?" Iron Man was interrupted at the sight of what was before him. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, do I see what I think I see?"

"No, you're having an aneurism and we are an illusion," Clint said before crossing his arms over his chest.

"It sure as hell can't be an illusion 'cause you're being a smartass. In my illusions you're feeding me grapes," The Iron Man said with the most wit he could muster which was a lot. "I haven't seen you dumbasses in a long time."

"You know how many people have said that to me? Two-in-a-half. Ok? Yeah, yeah it's nice to see you too…I detect bullshit. None of us missed each other alright?! I'm tired of all these fucking distractions! Give me the damn diamond!" Steve demanded.

"You've changed…a lot," Tony muttered under his breath and Steve could barely hear it through the armor. The Captain sent Tony a death glare," I – I like your hoodie."

"Hey! You're not the only one looking for the diamond!"

"I can fucking tell because all of you fuckers are here!"

This started an all-out argument between the thieves which turned into a brawl. Thor and the Green Giant smashing and crashing into things, bullets and arrows whizzed by with the Widow and Trickshot constantly shooting, and last but not least Steve and Tony fighting to the end. The diamond of course was bouncing between hands. At first Thor had snuck it from Clint but the Green Giant's smashing sent the diamond flying. Natasha with her gracefulness and ease caught it. Steve seeing this practically tackled her to the floor before grabbing the diamond. Tony flew towards the soldier and grabbed the diamond but the Steve's grip on it was very tight. While lifting the diamond up he also lifted the Captain up.

"Let. It. Go," Steve demanded.

"If you say so," Tony did as he was told and Steve began to fall to the ground. As the wind rushed against his skin Steve took a deep breath. Carefully and precisely the soldier flipped his body and landed on his feet.

This resulted in the floor slightly shaking.

"Ha-ha bitch," Steve laughed," Super soldier serum for life!"

"Oooh you –" Tony was about to attack said soldier but someone interrupted them.

"Enough! All of you are coming with me!" A man yelled, clad in a dark blue police officer uniform.

Police Chief Nick Fury and his trusty assistant Phil Coulson stood beside him in the doorway along with a dozen police officers.

"I see you all have decided to get your little group back together," Chief Fury said to them. They all stopped their fighting and stared at the mini army and that's when everyone was able to get a clearer look at them.

Man of Iron. The industrialist. The billionaire. The egotistical bastard who had everything to give but nothing he gave. He was clad in black and gold armor. His red beady eyes tore through like a bat out of hell. Soon enough the mask disassembled and showed his face. His hair spiked and conditioned with probably expensive stuff on planet earth. His weird looking beard seemed to also contain some jell like substance. His face was young and smooth like he had never aged a day. It was one of the pecks of having the arc reactor.

Trickshot. The archer. The huntsman. The man with the fun side and could easily aim with both eyes closed. His spiked blonde hair and blue eyes looked the same over the years. His chest and muscles had gotten broader also. He had also gotten a new bow and his old uniform was tricked out. He had a purple mask and an all-black uniform. He also had purple arm bands that stretched over taut muscles, skilled in aim.

Lightning Rod. The god. The thunder. The lightning. The storm. He was the fun guy. The one who found happiness in everybody but was so naïve. That naïve young man had changed. He had grown a beard and let his hair grow out. The hammer that he wielded had not aged or faded a day. His eyes, so blue and gentle had changed also. They were less naïve and more defiant. He had grown smarter over the years, wiser.

Green Giant. The beast. The fury. The rage. Dr. Banner. The scientist. The genius. The kind hearted man who was so persistent had changed as well as the others well not that they could see at the moment. He was still in Hulk form. He seemed greener if possible. His complexion was highly noticeable. His hair had also gotten trimmed. And what also changed was his control.

Widow. The spy. The assassin. The killer. She was looking as beautiful as ever in her sexy, sleek uniform. She hadn't changed much over the years. Her hair had grown longer to her shoulders. Her legs and thighs were laced with guns and knives. Her green eyes hadn't gotten brighter with experience and in life. Her wit had definitely grown stronger if possible. She looked better but darker.

And last and surely not least.

The Captain. The soldier. The protector. The good. He was the one who had changed the most. His blue eyes used to be so bright and alluring. But now they were lined with pain and the experience of real life. His usual styled hair was completely gone. He had shaved his hair in the back and on the sides. A representation of what he is now. He had grown somewhat of a beard, light but there. His knuckles were red. He had been getting accustomed to the real world. His muscles of all things had definitely grown bigger. The size of Thor's.

"Finally! The chase is over! You have been caught! Anthony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson, and Clint Barton you are all arrested –" Fury was interrupted.

"Hey! Next time you try to arrest us make sure you don't write a speech before you do it," Tony said and everyone agreed. The Captain disappeared with the shadows, Lightning Rod floated away, the Man of Iron flew away, the Green Giant smashed a whole through the side of the mansion, Natasha disappeared in the crowd, and Trickshot grappled onto the ledge.

"Ahh!" Fury yelled in frustration before punching a post.

"What happened to them?" Coulson asked the frustrated Fury.

"An experiment gone wrong."