Blackbird

*Steves POV* + some of (Y/N)'s POV

The outfits for the gala thingy they will attend
First is yours, second is Steve ofc and last, as a little extra, is Tonys

We are on the quinjet, some time has passed since boarding. I had packed in 10 minutes and then headed to the quinjet, still anger filled but eager to be the first one in there, just to prove to her I could follow orders, even if they came from a piece of work like her. But I was proven wrong, yet again, because she was already there, dressed in some loose, black pants with many pockets and buckles she paired with a tight, long sleeved shirt that had some strings going around her torso and some combat boots. Looking at me with knowing mockery in her eyes.

'Look who decided to follow orders. Good decision, Cap.'

I ignored her, anger still lingering, waiting to be released on the enemy. I could sense her eyes on me. She was waiting for me to say something but I will not give her the satisfaction.
Soon after our little banter, the others started to appear in the quinjet while carrying their heavy bags and grunting swears.

'You guys ready? Limbs still intact or did you rip 'em off while we were still in the compound?'

Tony was oddly chipper considering we were off to a mission where we could loose our lives. I'm being dramatic I know.

'Don't worry, Tony, we were just conversing. All limbs still intact. We have a mission to win, right?'

(Y/N) tried to act like she didn't just provoke the shit out of me so I just went with it.

'Yeah, everything's fine, (Y/N) just told me about how extremely nervous she is to go on a mission after such a long time and how she is exited to meet her ex again. How strange right?'

'Listen here you little shit-', she began walking towards me with her fists up when Nat stopped her.

'Okay guys, enough. Get a room or go to the opposite ends of this flying thing. Because if you don't, I will personally beat the living shit out of you.'

We did as Natasha said, since we know how evil she can get.
The rest of the flight we just ignored each other and tried not getting on each others nerves. Wasn't easy though. Just her presence pisses me off.

It took 5 hours with the quinjet to get to our safe house in Switzerland. Normally it took 8 something hours but thanks to Tony we got there with a few hours to spare. We got there in the early morning hours and decided to rest a bit before getting ready for the mission and the gala. Loki had already shown us our disguises and turns out Tony, me and (Y/N) will be going to the gala and the others will be in the background. Thank god I brought a tux and not only my suit.

We where nearing our time to depart to the mission and everyone was ready. I decided to wear my black tux with some neat, little weapons Tony had kindly designed for me. Including an expandable shield. Tony wore a suit as well but said his NanoTech suit was built into his bowtie or something.
And then there is (Y/N). She sad her suit on Tony designed for her. She looked hot. Extremely hot, it was almost getting uncomfortable to look at her. Those holsters looked awfully close to lingerie and her long legs left nothing to the imagination. And not to talk about her cleavage that just got accentuated by those little straps across it that held the v-neck together. And all those weapons. I didn't know she knew how to shoot a gunshot...
But soon my eyes were even more surprised and in awe because Loki used his magic on us. Altering just our faces and (Y/N)'s outfit to disguise her weapons. Now what once was entirely black was light blue, a romantic tule ball gown, with little flowers, even lighter than light blue, along its neckline and off shoulder sleeves. It was- well... SHE looks beautiful. I know I have to keep my eyes off her this evening because if not a boner is inevitable. Her eyes locked with mine and for a moment I saw a fire in her eyes. And not a furious fire, like she normally had when looking at me, it was a lustful fire. A fire that mirrored in my gaze.

'Lady (Y/N), my gods you look gorgeous! Well done brother, finally something you exceed in. Fashion. who would have guessed.'

Thor broke the silence that had lingered in the room and (Y/N) averted her eyes from mine. Soon all the other started praising Loki for his talent and (Y/N) for how good she looked even though her face, mine and Tonys didn't look like our faces anymore. The excitement soon left from us and (Y/N)'s face turned serious again, completely taken from the mission ahead of us.
Me and the rest of the team also turned serious and soon we were on our way to get Rumlow.

*(Y/N)'s POV*

Tony had organized a limousine for us. The others took g-wagons that they parked behind the venue. If my calculations were correct, right at this moment they are already infiltrating the building the gala was taking place in. Clint was already sneaking in the dark or lingering in the vents, observing. And Nats team, well, they where taking out guards and beating them unconscious.
My team was getting ready to leave the car when I decided it was time to let Steve know our roles for the night.

'Okay guys, Thor, of all people, somehow got our names on the list. Tony you are my rich, pompous investor brother Antonio Quirelli and Steve... Thor registered us as husband and wife. Caterina and Roberto Caravalli. Married couple that also works together in their international fire and combat weaponry production firm. Caravalli inc. So please turn the hate you have towards me into something more positive just for a few hours.'

He abruptly stopped in his step and looked at me dumbfounded. It took him a second to compose himself again. His frown turned into a forced smile as he bowed down to my ear and whispered to me.

'Of course, doll. I knew there was something you were hiding from me the whole ride.'

I shivered as his warm breath trailed down my body till it got to my core. All I got out was a whisper. I didn't trust my shaky voice to get out more.

'I had no choice. I knew you'd get a temper tantrum and go against my plan if I told you sooner.'

He smiled at me with an evil glim in his eyes.

'Oh, Sweetheart prepare to go through hell.'

With that he took my arm and hooked it under his. Tony hadn't noticed our little conversation as he was waving and smiling to the cameras the paparazzi were pointing towards him. I braced myself and started walking along the long emerald green carpet.

Let the mission begin.