"Oh, that's nothing, you should see Arthur's."
Arthur stifled a groan as he walked into the warehouse. "See my what?"
Eames grinned. "Oh, nothing," he said, sauntering around the point man, then walking back to Ariadne.
"Give me back my wallet."
Eames tsked and shook his head before pulling out various ID cards for the architect's amusement. "And here we have Arthur Faulkner, John Middleton, Christopher Walken…. Who the hell is Russel Wilson?"
"Oh, that's a football star," Ariadne answered.
"Huh. I've never heard of him."
"That's because he plays real football," Arthur called from his desk.
"Ah," Eames said. "American football."
Ariadne smirked than pulled something from the middle of the stack. "How'd you get a SHIELD badge?" She examined it closely. "With your real name on it?"
Arthur went rigid. "I used to work for them."
"Really? Did you have a codename, like Captain America?"
"If I was lucky, they called me the Thief."
"Why?"
"Because that's what I did," Arthur snapped. "I was their very own art thief."
"How many languages do you speak?"
"Thirteen."
"Have you ever met an Avenger?"
"I've had a few close calls with Tony Stark."
"How'd you get out?"
Arthur stormed over and retrieved his wallet and its contents. "I left, and they just haven't sent anyone to kill me yet."
"Oh," Ariadne fell silent at that sobering thought.
"Can you get me an autograph?" Eames called.
"Sure," Arthur deadpanned. "Maybe, if I'm not being SHOT AT!"
Eames held up his hands in surrender, then curiosity got the better of him. "Can you kill someone with your thumb?"
Arthur glared and asked one simple question: "How badly do you want to find out?"
…oOo…
A/N: Whew! First Inception fic, done! I'm really sorry for the quality, guys, but I really had to fight with the ending for this one. Regardless, I hope you enjoyed this crossover! Let me know what you think!
Namarië!
~River