Consulting criminal, sound familiar? Well, Y/n L/n took great inspiration from the fictional villain Jim Moriarty. From the young age of 18 she built up her criminal empire until she was untouchable. Until she could do whatever she wanted, get whate...
Holding onto the handle of the frying pan, you flipped a pancake high in the air before spinning around and hitting the intruder with the burning metal, catching your breakfast in a plate. Kicking the body aside, you put some more batter on before letting it cook.
"Anna!"
"Black serpents or red rhinos?"
"Checkered eagles," you sigh out.
"What's that? Third this month?" Anna places on some gloves before dragging the bleeding body away.
"Fourth!" you correct, continuing to make pancakes.
~~~
"What does she do all day? We must appeal to her in a calmer time," Loki suggests.
"My brother is right, we interrupted her while she was dealing with business, a stressful situation no doubt,"
"All she does is business, hardly goes out, she spends days in the penthouse without leaving,"
"And what about her assistant?" Bucky questions as Sam snickers. "Shut up, Sam,"
"What?" Cap questions his buddies.
"Bucky has a crush on the assistant," Sam coughs, earning a punch to the guts.
"No I don't, I'm just saying if the assistant goes out, we could get her to help us,"
"Anna Watson, she won't help us unless she gets some sort of compensation,"
"I volunteer sacrificing Bucky!" Sam says quickly.
"Surely we just give her $100," Clint gestures to Tony's wallet.
"Money won't be enough... She has obsessions with movies and TV shows, so maybe merch?"
"What type of shows? I can help!" Peter raises his hand up.
"Supernatural, Hazbin Hotel, Harry Potter, Ghibli studios, Sherlock BBC, a lot of Shakespeare,"
"She likes Supernatural?" Bucky brightens his eyes. "I love that show!"
"Alright, calm down, Romeo," Rogers pats his best friend before standing up. "Barton, I want you and Queens to watch Anna, figure out her schedule,"
"No can do," Nat laughs. "That girl is as impulsive as Pietro,"
"I am not impulsive!" Pietro scorns before looking out the window. "Let's go bungee jumping,"
"Mhm... well, you two just follow her around and give us a live feed,"
"Sure thing, Captain America sir," The Spiderling salutes and lets his suit form onto him.
~~~
The team watched as Anna left through the back of the apartment building into an alley with a body sized bag. "Is that a body?"
"Yeah, looks like it," Clint says through the coms as everyone watched in the living room.
"Oh come on!" Anna whines, looking at her skirt. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" She repeatedly kicks the body. "I just bought this skirt!"
"Well, she has some sort of priority," Vision mumbles.
~~~
Peter clung onto the building and climbed around, swinging to the top and peering through an open window. You lay on the couch reading a book as Anna entered with a scowl.
"Skirt?"
"Skirt," she mumbles in response. "We need more milk," Anna calls from the kitchen. "And a cleaning lady..."
"Doesn't Larry still clean?"
"Boss, you killed him because you caught him cat calling a woman,"
"Oh... right,"
"At least she has some sort of moral code?" Bruce looks to the group.
"Well..." you smile and see the reflection of Spider-man. "Hey, Parker? Want to help clean up?"
"Cover blown, Mr Stark!" Peter tries to swing away only for a rope to tie around him, hurdling him upside down into the foyer.
"Kid??"
"Stark, I thought you knew better than to send your son to spy on me," you grab the camera and smile into it.
"Could have sent that Barnes boy," Anna mumbles as she threw the carton away as Bucky blushed crimson.
"Tell Barton to get off the grass, please,"
"What the fuck?!" Suddenly Clint tumbles into the room wrapped in restraints from an appearing duct. "Let me go!"
"Yeah, yeah," you click a button and both heroes were released. "Get out of here before I shoot you in the knees,"
"On plastic, I don't want to go back to the dry cleaners and explain why there's so much blood on the carpet," Anna calls out as she mopped up the blood from today's victim.
"Who's body was that?" Wanda growls.
"I'll send you the clip, darling," winking at the camera you toss it to the hawk and point out the door. "Go on,"
~~~
"Mission failed," Clint grumbles, taking more grass from his hair.
"Yeah, no shit,"
"I mean... I got a cookie?" Peter held up a home baked one. "Did you get the clip?"
"New email from Miss L/n," Friday announces, playing it immediately. The scene played out like choreography, planned like a movie scene. Loki's eyes glared into each movement you made, trying to figure you out. Each decision you made he clung onto to see a weakness. Nothing.
"Well, he did try and kill her," Pietro mumbles.
"Joshua Versac, Checkered Eagles gang, arms dealer and convicted felon," Friday informs as the clip replayed on and on.
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