Yay! Here is the second chapter! I'm so happy that I have so many readers! If there's anything that you want me to fix, tell me and I'll be happy to look into it.
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Clint Barton stares at his reflection in the mirror- the last time he wore an outfit like this...no, he can't think of it. He shouldn't. Well, Jane was right, the suit fits. Sadly. He hoped that the next time he wore a suit would be when he gets to see Natasha next to him, wearing a white dress, but that will never happen. She broke off the engagement a long time ago, and their relationship has been awkward ever since, though it's a bit better. He fumbles with his tie, tying it into a crooked knot. With a defeated sigh, he heads to the door, ready to great his fellow spies.
Ethan and Benji are wearing outfits similar to his, the reason why their suits look different from his is due to the different kinds of materials and devices they have in each suit. Benji walks up to Clint and hands him a piece of plastic with a rubber looking ball inside of it. "Beeswax," he explains, getting out his own bag for a demonstration. "It's pretty easy. What you have to do is separate the wax and stuff them in you ears- straight forward."
Clint gives it a suspicious look then pockets it in one of the inside pockets of his suit, close to where he keeps his bow and arrow supply. He's thankful that he finished fixing them so that they could collapse to a size that would fit in his suit and not be uncomfortable. "So, Ethan's going to seduce Madame Flamant while we do what?"
"Jane will be the eyes, she'll track any suspicious behaviors and report them to Benji who'll watch them from the cameras- he's going to hack into the system from his laptop. You're going to be a look out, as well as trying to find the device that activates the Controller."
"What does Madame Flamant look like?" Asks Jane, turning to Clint.
He pauses, thinking for a moment. "She's in her mid 40s. She has brown, caramel colored hair to which she wears in ringlets at a party. Her eyes are the same color, she'll be close to center so that when she has to, she'll be able to control everything- there will be body guards on standby in each corner, equipped with anything that would be needed in emergencies if she was to be hurt."
"So, what we need to do is to handicap the bodyguards to the extent where they'll be unable to serve her but she won't be suspicious?" Asks Benji, curious about what they're going to do with the security.
Ethan nods. He checks his watch and says, "We should get going."
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Everyone mumbles an agreement and walks out of the room. 5 minutes after, the Avengers themselves leave, exiting the room across from the IMF.
"You sure that will work?" Asks Bruce in a nervous tone.
Tony waves it away. "No one can resist my looks- and if she doesn't crumble under my good looks, then I'll have to tell her about my fame, that with no doubt she'll know about." He grin as they walk to the elevator. The door closes. "JARVIS, if you will." The lights flicker on and off in a steady manner. "Okay, JARVIS has disabled the security cameras in here." Tony takes out four small, clear boxes and hands them to everyone. "Evidently, beeswax is able to block out the waves- so keep them with you at all cost."
"What about Agent Barton?" Natasha asks.
"Hopefully he won't know we're here until too late. You know how he gets." Finishes Tony. "JARVIS!"
"Yes sir," comes an electronic voice from where. Afterwords, the lights flicker again and the elevator starts moving.
They exit the elevator, Tony heading straight towards the fountain in the center room. Bruce walks with a certain ease as he heads towards the bar; Steve just stands confused, then after a few seconds, he follows Bruce's lead. Natasha picks up a glass of champagne from a waiter and goes around for reconnaissance. She stops at a bodyguard, lowering her eyelashes and quickly looks away once he sees that she was looking at him; giving a small flirtatious smile, Natasha asks, "What's a fine gentleman like you working at a party?"
He stares at her, aghast at the idea that a girl is talking to him on the job- usually people don't do that, but this isn't any random girl, it's clear that she's showing interest in him (*cough cough*). While he's distracted by his own delusion, he hasn't figured out that he's already away from the part and in a closet with her. "So," he starts, giving her a lewd smile, "shall we get starte-" He doesn't get to finish the sentence, finding himself on the ground with a knife to his neck.
"You'll be silent until I come back," she hisses, giving him a swift kick in the head, knocking him out unconscious. She then proceeds to break his legs and confiscate everything that he has; Natasha ties his legs, ankles and wrist together. "That should keep you here for a while." Natasha stuffs a large piece of cotton in his mouth in case he does wake up.
Brushing back a stray piece of red hair, she walks out of the closet nonchalantly. She places the now empty champagne glass onto an empty tray as she surveys the room, trying to find her next victim. Natasha spots Tony, speaking to Madame Flamant, she can see his twinkling eyes from here as he talks to her elaborately about his new plans for his company. A frown draws upon her face when she notices a guy with longish-brown hair walking directly towards the two. Probably a business partner, she decides, giving him a scrutinizing look from afar.
He should cut his hair, she notices, though not noticing any of the swoons from all the girls around him. Natasha walks towards the opposite corner, where a separate room lies. She's going to use that room to render the next bodyguard useless- technically, they're all useless, comparing to the skilled Russian.
Maybe it'll be easier than the other one, though he did follow her unconsciously; well, it's not her fault that she had great teachers in Russia. Natasha goes up closer to the guard, seductively smiling and flashing her eyelashes towards the door as he follows her with keen interest, leaving his post. It'll be a lot easier, she decides, listening to his awkward footsteps.
Steve stares at Bruce as the guy drinks another shot of vodka. He gives his martini an uneasy look as he warily pokes the olive with a small, pink plastic sword. He hasn't drank anything in a while- other than when they went to Shwarma after the battle against Loki and his cronies. He gives a quick smile to the bartender, then turns back to the fountain, staring at the young lad who's approaching Madame Flamant. He gives a confuse look as they guy starts talking to the two with ease instead of worship that many young guys gave Tony when they find out that he's the head of Stark Tower- which is now known as Avengers Tower, at least called by S.H.I.E.L.D.
From the looks of it, Tony has warmed up to the boy. To his left, he hears a dry, hoarse cough. "You should slow down on the alcohol," he says, giving his friend a pat on the back. Bruce doesn't say anything but puts his cup down, give another cough and get up to join the crowd without any drunk wavers. "Wow, he sure can hold his vodka," Steve clicks his tongue. He gives his his drink another wary glance then gets up, leaving it.
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Clint sighs out with a sheepish smile as he grabs champagne from a passing waiter. Jane left a while ago, probably to handicap a bodyguard, Benji left as well- said something about having to go to the bathroom. So far, so good; no Avengers to ruin and compromise his position so far, and that's the way he likes it. Though, he does acknowledge the fact that he was a bit too harsh on his fellow teammates, but granted that he was given the job by IMF first. If he has to, he'll bring Avengers into it but hopefully it won't be until it's over. Clint takes a small sip of the champagne and stares at Madame Flamant with a small squint. He's too far away to tell, too too far away to tell, but that guy has a striking resemblance to Tony- maybe it's his imagination, but maybe part of it is his guilty conscience for yelling at everyone to stay out of it. They did fight aliens together.
"William, will you listen?" Asks a voice from behind him, taking him away from his thoughts. Clint turns to an annoyed Jane in surprise.
"When did you get here?" He asks.
Jane just sighs. "A guard is missing, I'm not sure where he went, but he must be somewhere here," she says. "It's too weird- they're not supposed to disappear like that unless it's for a reason. Something must have been bad to get a guard to walk away from his post."
"A stripper?" Clint suggests.
Jane frowns at his answer. "No. Madame Flamant would certainly have no such things here. That's vulgar. It must be something worse."
"Worse than you wearing that aqua dress then proceed to strip down in the car?" Clint asks with mild amusement.
"Yes," she says with a straight face. "Just keep a watch on everyone." She turns around, heading towards guard.
Clint frowns. Who would be much worse than Jane stripping down in the car and a stripper all the same? Ideas run through his mind, and he shudders past the thought of Natasha being here. His eyes flash towards the fountain, to where a sculpture of Aphrodite is. A glimmer of red catches his attention as he sees a strange box on the fountain, close to Madame Flamant. She picks it up and opens it as walks towards her. She pulls out a red crystal of some sort to the Tony-look-alike and Ethan as he comes up. Clint can see the Tony-look-alike visibly stiffen then relax as they get deeper into a conversation.
He takes a big gulp of the champagne, draining it all, trying to clear his head. It must be my imagination. He hears a crackle in his ear.
"Ah. Hello, strange thing just happened," says a robotic like voice that suspiciously sounds like Benji. "Another guard disappeared. It seems to be caused by a red beauty- I didn't get to see her face clearly to get a picture of it, but she must be beautiful to catch and lure the guards away from their posts."
"Has Madame Flamant noticed yet?" Asks Jane.
"Negative. She's too engrossed by the attention of Ethan and the other gentleman who's talking to her. It's going to be difficult to lure her away by the looks of it," he comments.
"Just keep your eyes on the cameras and alert us of anything suspicious," says Clint, rubbing his tired and aching temples. He hears a derogatory click from Benji then silence.
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An hour later, Madame Flamant clings her glass loudly to gather everyone's attention. "If I may have all of your attention," she says, giving a smile to everyone. IMF and Avengers put the beeswax in their ears- the beeswax is specially altered for them to hear what people are saying, but all the same, unable to get hit by the waves. "I like to thank everyone for coming. Why I called you all here on such short notice is to show everyone my new product!" A guy with black hair and dark eyes walks towards her, carrying a metal device. "Oh yes! This here," she says, taking it from him and setting it down, "Is what I call it Espirit Blanc. If everyone would turn their heads towards me..." Everyone does so, making her smile. "Great, if we will get this show on the roll." She presses a button on it.
Everyone around Clint freezes, then their arms jerk around, as if they're having a seizure. He gives them a surprise look. She then tells everyone to come up to her, unluckily pointing to Clint. He hesitantly walks to her with slow, watery steps. Coming up to her, he stops, confused on what to do next.
She hops down from her stand. "If you will, no, you must," she giggles, "give me your secrets. Spy." Clint flinches and whips his hand out, but she's too quick. Madame Flamant jumps back in surprise. "How-how are you able to-" She stops, backing away and turns into a run when he made another step towards her. "Stop him!" She yells, pointing at Clint. "Stop him and his friends!"
Clint curses as people block his path, homing in on him. It's happening to the other IMF and during the commotion, the Avengers are having trouble fighting. Tony curses, calling JARVIS for his suit. He takes a small box and clicks a button on top of it, letting it grow in a robotic manner, and engulf his whole body with a combination of yellow, red and silver. He's about to fly away towards the direction that Mrs. Flamant went when his shoes get held down by gripping hands of the Controlled. "Damn," he says, "is there any way to fly away without hurting civilians?"
"Negative," JARVIS intones, "You just have to get through by foot- any other way will harm civilians."
Tony frowns at that. The Controlled are gathering around him to get him from following Madame Flamant.
Natasha took an easy route to get by: the stairs. If she's correct, Madame Flamant will be escaping by a helicopter that's on the roof.
Clint and Ethan hurry out of the room to where she's going. They're behind her, running up the flight of stairs. They can hear her huffing out of breath, but she keeps on running. Ethan catches up to her and jerks her arm back. Hitting him in the chest, she karate punches him and heaves a kick in his direction only to be stopped by a quick hand. She wriggles her ankle out of his grip, slams it on his foot and runs up the stairs to the roof. Clint brushes past him in Ethan's stupor and heads to the roof, to where Madame Flamant is. Reaching the roof, he finds her fumbling with the control and a phone as she tells the helicopter to come in. Lunging forward, Clint slaps the controller out of her hand. She stares at him in surprise and lunges for the controller; he stops her with a kick in the chest to which she blocks in time. He forces her back with that kick and picks up the controller.
She whips out a gun from a strap that was hidden underneath her dress and aims it at him. Clint curses and dodges the bullets with ease, getting closer and closer to her. He's so close, but something distracts him.
"Will! I told you not to go ahead!" Yells Ethan, coming up, making Clint turn his head a bit.
She takes this chance to kick him in the chest. Landing her foot with a crunch, she runs towards the rope ladder that's waiting for her. "Nice try boys," she laughs, letting the men inside the helicopter pull her inside.
Clint groans at this and picks up the pieces. Ethan comes up to him and helps him up only to be kicked in the stomach. Clint can tell that the latter is surprise by the face that he makes. He looks behind himself and sees a black, lithe body hurtle over him and pin Ethan to the ground with surprising ease. She looks up at him; her red hair is stringing over her face.
"Natasha?" Clint asks in surprise.
"Clint," she nods, not making any move that will help Ethan get up.
"Natasha?" moans Ethan from under her, struggling to get up. He's confused that Brandt knows the girl who's trying to kill him. She tightens her hold around him, a knife flashing under his neck.
"Clint!" Says an enthusiastic voice from behind them. Clint turns around to see Tony walk towards him with a champagne glass in his hands.
"Tony?!" Clint has this look of dread on his face as it turns into an uneasy green
Ethan gets this confused look on his face. "Mr. Stark?"
Clint looks at the two, bewildered. He breathes slowly to calm his heart rate down. "If you're here, where's Bruce and Steve?"
Natasha and Tony exchange looks. That's when a crash sounds from below and some screams. Natasha gets off of Ethan and the three run downstairs, leaving Ethan in the dust, still laying in shock on the roof. They get downstairs and see the big green guy slamming his fist down, destroying the fountain that's in the middle of the room. Civilians are screaming and running away in terror, Steve is trying to stop Banner with his shield. Jane is shooting at the Hulk as if she thinks that going to stop him from destroying the hotel. He sweeps his massive, green meaty hands at her body, making her fly ten feet, from where she was standing, into a wall, as if she's just an annoying fly.
Tony curses and takes out a neutralizer gun from his jacket. It may look small, but it's strong enough to make the Hulk calm down. He hits the big guy with one shot and watches the Hulk shrink down. Steve is already there, ready to hand him spare pants that he brought down from the hotel room.
Ethan finally gets down, only to see the wreckage that transpired. Spotting Jane from the corner of the room, he helps her up and calls Benji down. Once the computer hacker comes, the three walk slowly to the five. Natasha is the first to look and leaps at Ethan, not giving any of his team mates the chance to stop her. Jane's about to help him and kick the girl off of him only to find herself held still by Steve. Benji is the only one who hasn't made any suspicious move yet.
"At ease," Clint says.
Ethan can feel the tightened grip loosen around his neck as the woman gets off of him. She flashes to William's side; her face is void of any emotion. Jane is free and the guy who was holding her walks to Mr. Stark and the guy who's only wearing pants.
"William, what's going on." Ethan steadily backs up, giving Brandt a wary look. "Who are these people?"
Brandt sighs and tugs on his tux. "I'm not authorized to tell you. Doing so will compromise our mission and their identities, as well as ours."
Ethan steadies his breathing. "Will you tell us who you are?"
"I'm not who I seem to be. That's all I can say until I get direct orders." Clint feels a vibration in his pocket. He picks it up and talks to the person on the other side. Turning to the group that's across from IMF, he says, "Fury wants you up back at headquarters." A grim look is on his face. He turns to IMF. "You're required to come too." The Avenger's turn towards the double doors to walk out of the hotel.
Ethan, Benji and Jane hurry to where William Brandt is. "Where are we going?" They ask.
All of their stuff are in their rooms and now they have to leave them because William told them to. They're not sure if they can trust him anymore, with all of the secrets that he's hiding from them. The same kinds of questions are running through their minds as they follow him out into the lobby, towards the doors to a limo that's waiting for them. The lights of the hotels and cars around them is the only light, other than the iridescent sign of the hotel. They can hear the screech of rubber on gravel and the smell of gasoline and smoke from the city. The other group is climbing into the limo, as well as Clint.
"Manhattan."
Very happy~ Ahahah.
Though, my little banter of surprise between the two teams didn't turn out as planned. It seemed much better in my head than written down. T^T *sulks in corner*
I like to thank Nagi Kokuyofor pointing out a mistake that I've made. Thanks!