I opened the window carefully.
"You in yet?" Garret's loud voice crackled walkie-talkie.
"If I was, I would've gotten caught, thanks to you." I mumbled into the radio. Garret whispered his apologies and I hooked the wire onto the roof and my belt. I slid down the cord slowly, looking for sensors.
My bag slipped a bit off my shoulder, I caught it and grabbed my can of hairspray. I sprayed around, locating the lasers and dodging through them.
I disarmed the security systems and strolled over the jewel exhibit. My glass cutter made a large enough cut for my hand and the jewel to fit out of it quickly.
Once I grabbed the prize, I ran to the door.
"If I were you, I would seriously think about stopping to see who has a gun pointed at your head." A woman advised from behind me as I felt something push into the back of my neck. I slowly raised my hands and spun around. A familiar red head stood in front of me.
"Natasha, darling! Can we pick this up later? I've got a dentist appointment at 6. It's been nice talking with you, though, ciao." I glanced at my watch. Annoyance flashed in Natasha's eyes and I smacked the gun out of her hand. She and I deuced it out for a minute or so, then I got the gun and a strong hold of her neck. My fingers clasped around her throat as she gasped for breath.
"Q-Quesadilla!" Natasha choked out frantically. My head tilted. 'What the heck is she naming Mexican food for?' I thought. Solid force crashed into my side, causing me to collapse. I looked up to see a buff guy in tights.
"Thanks, Rogers." Natasha croaked, standing besides the star spangled idiot while rubbing her neck. A man with an eye patch strut in.
"Ahoy, Captain Fury. Where's Paulie?" I mumbled as I dust myself off.
"His name is Hawkeye, and he isn't here. This is strictly business." He rolled his one good eye.
"When is it not? Well, spit it out! What is it this time?" the enthusiasm drained from my voice.
"You have an extreme amount of skill. You also have stolen an immense amount of objects." Fury pointed at the ruby bulging in my pocket. "You can go to jail and rot there until the end of your days or you can join a project that I've been working on.".
I raised an eyebrow and estimated how many people I could take down. There were about over a hundred guys in here, I could take around fifty. I was way out numbered, so I had no choice.
Fury and the man in tights escorted me to the large sky scraper.
"So, Who invited the cheerleader?" I asked, glancing at Fury then at Rogers. He glared at me, but said nothing. The elevator doors opened as we got to the 9th floor. Rogers had stayed in the lobby. Fury and I stepped out of the elevator.
"This is where everyone works or 'hangs out'." Fury held out his arms and motioned to the room.
"What do you need me here for?" I grumbled.
"Well, we need a secretary. Stark and Banner's file cabinets are a mess." He tossed me some keys. "Good luck.".
I looked around and caught sight of a booze cabinet behind the large bar. My feet carried me there mindlessly and I shuffled through the wine shelf.
"Tony will be angry to find that you've been in his drink." A broad shouldered, blonde male walked up.
"Man! Don't tell me I have to babysit, too." I groaned in disappointment.
"It would lighten the load of that insult if I knew your name." He said, holding his hand to his chest in mock pain.
"Melissa." I held my hand out to shake his.
"Fair Lady Melissa, I am Thor Odinson of Asgard." Thor bent and kissed my hand.
"WHAT GUARD?!" I laughed, nearly spraying my wine out of my nose.