Blackbird

*(Y/N)'s POV*

A/N:
Sorry, I know I've been MIA the last couple of days but with easter approaching work has been extremely stressful and I know this one's not the best chapter but I hope it's okay to hold you guys over until all this madness at work is gone. And FYI the chapter after the next one will probably be the ✨smut✨ chapter. Kinda exited for it but kinda nervous... until then happy reading 💕

The first two hours at the event were extremely uneventful. Rumlow and his little followers have yet to arrive, being fashionably late I guess.
We were all in our positions and Clint and Nat gave us updates of our surroundings every 5 minutes through the coms.
It was getting late and people started going to their assigned seats to attend dinner. Our little group did the same, with Steve on my left and Tony on my right we sat at a round table two tables away from where Rumlow should be sitting.
And as if he heard our thoughts about him he entered the dining area in a deep brown tuxedo hugging his broad shoulders and hair gelled back to the max. An evil smirk on his face, he sat himself down on the chair and his three goons followed. He looked around the room and explored the men and women at the event as I kept looking at him, waiting for his attention. Don't get me wrong, he looked good, I mean I dated him for a reason y'know. But that evil smirk promised no good. We know why he is here and what his plan is. I needed to remind myself he has no good intentions and tried to kill me because I wouldn't follow his evil little plan.
But now was not the time to reminisce about my past, I have to keep my head in the game and so I looked at him until he noticed my altered face. My plan was falling into place and he continued to send little looks my way throughout the whole dinner. Steve sat there the whole time just looking around and scanning the area, occasionally starting small talk with me to make us seem like a normal couple and Tony, well Tony was being Tony. Chatting with our table and distracting then from my mission. Dinner came and went and the host of the gala, Dr. Fine, opened the dance floor for the fundraiser dance. Couples started to once again pour onto the dance floor and others started to retrieve so they wouldn't have to dance in front of others. It was a beautiful event if it weren't for the task ahead. So I glance to my left, looking at Steve making light conversation with the old lady next to him. I placed my hand on his chest while leaning into him, needing his attention back on me and the mission. An teasing him a little to pay back his own little promise of making me go through hell.

'Honey, care to join me for a dance? Look, people are watching us.'

I implied, whispering the last part so Mrs. Smith, the old lady next to Steve, wouldn't hear. So he slowly rose to his feet and took the hand I was offering him. Steve started to lead me to the middle of the room and began swinging me around in a waltzer, moving as gracefully as his big, muscle-filled body allowed him to. He put his arms around my waist as I put mine around his neck. We danced together to a couple of songs making small talk with each other and tried keeping it friendly between us since we were connected with the others through coms. He got on my nerves a couple of times which was getting me angry and a little vengeful.
The night went on and I kept throwing glances at Rumlow, just to make sure he'll come up and ask for a dance so we can arrest him. The plan was to not reveal myself as me but get him arrested and into the Raft as soon as possible. When the music changed to an even slower song and Steve and I where arguing over some detail in the plan I saw someone tap Steves shoulder.

'May I take your girl away for the next dance, Mr. ... ?', Rumlow had finally made his way over.

'Caravalli. And you are?'

Steve played the jealous husband perfectly, seeming as if he is pissed at this random man who wants to dance with his wife. Yet there was relieve in his eyes. If for taking me away from him or the succession of our mission I didn't know. Rumlow cleared his throat and I got giddy because I had to be face to face with him now.

'I am Brock Rumlow, pleased to meet you. What is it you do?'

Steve had his answer perfectly prepared and they got into a conversation about fire arms and eventually even discussed gun laws giving the others enough time to get into their positions. The two boys terminated their conversation when another slow song started and Rumlow asked for my hand. Steve left us but not before making dumb grimaces at me behind his back, teasing the situation I was in.
We started dancing and smiled at each other.

'So. What is your relationship with that guy? He seems a little protective don't you think?'

I laughed a little and waved my left hand in his face.

'That guy I my husband. Well he is for the next year but after that...'

Leaving my sentence hanging I looked up at him from under my lashes. He smiled down at me again and got closer to me.

'Brock, why is it you are here?'

'The host of this even is my partner is a recent project I started. And why is it you are here? Such a beautiful woman in a place full of business men.'

Is he serious? He still hasn't changed a bit, thinking women can't be in the industries that men work in. Well, it's time to break the glass ceiling.

'I actually own the firm my husband works in. I am here to keep him in check since he is very capable to embarrass himself in front of possible new partners. And I'm here because some business can only be handled with me here.'

His eyes lit up with confusion, taking in only the last part of my lecture. Of course.

'What business do you have to take care of?'

Eyes becoming more and more aware of his surroundings. Suspicion glistening in his eyes as well.

'I think I'd have to kill you If I told you.'

'Aren't we a little courageous today. Why are you divorcing your husband?'

'He is a toxic asshole who tried forcing me to join his little cult and then even attempted to take me out. Since he is the Co-CEO though, I need to follow him around and keep him in check until our marriage is once and for all terminated.'

And that is when I felt the tip of a thick knife gracing my rib cage. I saw it in his eyes, he thought I hadn't felt that since I had on a big gown, but what he didn't realize was that the gown and my appearance where a farce, an illusion caused by the god of mischief himself.