Chapter 8

"It's our turn now," Clint said, nervous. Steve and Sharon were next to him.

"Are you guys ready?" Sharon asked them. They nodded. "Let's go then,"

The three of them arrived at the car that was going to take them to the party. There was a box for each of them in the seats. Steve opened his and found a new black tie, Clint opened his and found a blue small botton and Sharon got a pair of earrings.

"Those are my tools for you," Tony said while opening the pilot's door.

"Stark," Steve said, shocked. "Are you going to tell us what they do?" he asked him.

"No, but like I told Natasha, you will find out what they do when you get in trouble. All you need to say is JARVIS and it will do its job," Tony said, turning the tools on. "Good luck," he said and left the car.

"Here we go," Sharon said, also putting some red lipstick all over her lips.

"Why are you putting more lipstick? Isn't it enough already?" Clint asked her, confused. Sharon rolled her eyes.

"It's called goodnight," she said, smiling. "I got it from aunt Peggy," she said, looking at Steve. "One of my aunt's most useful tools," she added.

"What does it do?" Steve asked her, curious.

"One kiss and it will put you to sleep," Sharon said, smiling. Steve and Cint shared a look.

"I'm in," Natasha's voice came from their earpieces. Steve tensed. "I have been trying to find my target, but it's crowded," she continued. Sharon, Clint and Steve arrived at the party.

"We're in," Steve whispered. Sharon grabbed his arm and they walked next Clint. Once inside, Clint moved away from them and started to analyze the place. He needed to get into the offices or ran into important people. Steve, on the other hand, was in middle of the room trying to find the leader of the people they were chasing. Sharon was next to him, holding two glasses of wine.

"Want some, my dear?" she offered him, and Steve accepted, knowing that he couldn't get drunk. Natasha made a disgusting face after hearing those words.

"Found my target," she said, smiling. It was a man she had never seen before. He looked 35 years old and was standing in the bar.

"Hey," she said, giving him a sweet smile. The man smiled back and invited her a drink.

"What are you doing here, sweetheart? This is not a place for a lady," he said, standing in front of her.

"A lady needs to have fun from time to time," she said, looking from his eyes to his lips.

"Would you like to dance?" he asked her and she smiled.

"I thought you would never ask," she said, putting her drink in the bar and following him. He led her to a empty hallway. "I thought you said you wanted to dance," she said, playfully.

"You talk too much," the man said, grabbing her by the wrist and kissing her lips. Steve could hear the kisses and he didn't like it at all. The goodnight lipstick made its job and the man fell to the ground, unconscious. Natasha knelt next to him and grabbed the watch from his wrist. She saved it in her purse. She was about to leave when she heard footsteps. "Damn it," she cursed.

"I've got the information about the experiments," Clint said, watching the door. "Third floor, room number 5," he indicated to his partners.

"Go get the files, I'm going to stay here in case I see something suspicious," Steve told Sharon, whom nodded. She left and Steve continued watching the people around him.

Suddenly, he saw a redhead running from a hallway to the second floor. "Natasha, are you going to the second floor?" he whispered.

"Not now, Rogers!" she yelled, while running from two guys that were following her.

"I'm on my way," he said, hurrying up. He went to the second floor to find Natasha kicking some asses. When she had finished, she turned to face him.

"That was fast," she said, standing in front of him now. Steve was about to say something, but she interrupted her. "Hold my leg and kiss me," she said before kissing him. He grabbed her right leg and held it next to his waist. Natasha kissed him with passion and that's when Steve understood what was going on. Eight men were entering the hallway, they were looking for the redhead he was kissing.

"Get a room," one of the men said. Steve held Natasha closer. Seconds later they were gone.

"Well done, soldier," Natasha said, removing her leg from his waist and stepping back. "You need to remove my lipstick from your lips," she said, winking at him.

"So do you," he replied, cleaning the red stain from his mouth. "I thought that you were wearing goodnight,"

"I was, but my target had the privilege to taste it first," she said, playfully. Steve stared at her while thinking if going back to find this man and punch him in the face or not.

I won't be able to update tomorrow, so I'm doing it now.
Happy Halloween!
Be careful,

-A.