𝐴𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 - Peter Parker

52.

(In case you forgot how her fit looked like)

In the car ride, me and Bucky sat next to each other on the back seat while Clint drove the car and Nat sat in the passenger seat. They were really having a good time, laughing and talking just... slightly interrupting me while reading through the new folder Tony had handed out to us before leaving. 

"No no that's totally you!" Nat laughed loudly and I glimpsed up at Clint who was also laughing now. Bucky cleared his throat and looked at them too, with just as much irritation in his eyes as there was in mine. 

"Have they always been like this?" I whispered to Bucky who had leaned his head back and slightly turned it to me. 

"Always," he sighed and glanced down at my open folder on my lap. "Can I see that?" he asked and pointed down at the folder. 

"Yeah sure," I happily articulated and brought it up to him, looking down at it himself. He then grabbed the corner of it and brought his face a little closer down to it. "You see anything?" I asked confused as he kept on starring. 

"No... I don't know, I just thought I saw something," he shook his head and looked out the window. I stared down at the picture of a guard, that he had just been looking at. Something poked out from the neck of his black leather jacket.

"Is it his tattoo?" I asked and Bucky turned his head to me. "You think it's Hydra?" Bucky grabbed the folder and inspected the picture closely again.

"Could be," 

"Let me take a look," Nat had turned around and was now holding out her hand and starring at the folder. I hadn't even noticed that they had stopped talking and listened to our conversation. I handed her the folder and she took out the picture to look at it. "No it can't be Hydra. They're way too advanced to be tattooing their soldiers in an obvious place like that," she put the picture back and closed the folder. 

"But if it is Hydra, then we'll need a lot more backup right," I remarked, but was quickly interrupted by Bucky. 

"It's not Hydra. Romanoff is right, they would never make such an obvious mistake," he firmly put out there. I was hesitant when Nat had given that theory, but when Bucky who had more experience with Hydra than anyone supported it, we all listened. 

"You ready for this?" Clint asked me nicely, as we were parked outside the big beautiful building. I put on the big diamond ring that was supposed to show our marriage, and looked at him. His butterfly was skew, so I quickly leaned forward and corrected it. 

"Let's do this. Wait! I forgot I wanted to talk to you about something first," I said and he politely told me too go on. "Okay so obviously there's a... gap... between our ages, and I just want to make sure that all we're doing is holding hands," I assured and he chuckled, instantly making me confused. 

"To be honest I hadn't even thought about that, but it sounds like a great plan," he reached out his hand for me to shake and I took it. "Now stay here till I open the door for you," he snickered as he opened his door and got out. He quickly rounded the car and then opened up the door as true gentlemen. He gave the keys to the valet dressed nicely in a suit and we started walking into the building hand in hand. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Robertson," Clint said at the entrance and we were let in. We were offered drinks and we both accepted them politely, but we couldn't drink any of it cause we needed to stay sharp. As we got towards the end of the hall I could hear a live orchestra playing in the big room, and when we stepped in, my assumptions were certified. The floor was a solid white tile with golden mosaic designs and the walls were also white, and with long red curtains shut over the floor to ceiling windows across from the entryway.  We stood together at the bar with the champagne champagne glasses in hand spectating the crowd, dressed so neatly.

"Nat tells me this is your first mission," I put the glass of champagne down next to us and keep looking out at the crowds of fancy people. 

"Yeah well it's my first mission as an Avenger. Peter and I were basically on missions everyday before Stark offered us to join," I answered. Being on the team was almost like a break from the spider life, since we weren't allowed to go out as much and he'd rather have us train. 

"These heels are killing me," I groaned and was about to sit down on one of the bar stools next to me, when he pulled me back up by my arm and informed me that someone was headed our way. I took a look and spotted a man and woman in probably their late 50's approaching us. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Robertson! We're so happy the two of you could make it," the woman smiled brightly with clearly fake white teeth and kissed me on both cheeks. I of course acted natural and returned her gestures. 

"We're very excited to be here," I smiled and Clint put a hand around my waist as he gave the husband his hand. 

"Can I just say that you two are an immaculate couple," she commented and gestured to us standing together. I chuckled. 

"We never get tired of hearing that," Clint noted jokingly and they laughed, eating it all up like was it a gourmet dinner. 

"So when did you two get married?" the husband asked, and to avoid us saying two different dates at the same time, I quickly answered. 

"May 27th," 

"Ahh a May wedding... it must have been beautiful," the wife said, somehow stunned by my answer. "We too, got married in May... just twenty years ago," she added and chuckled at herself. 

"It was really nice talking to you, but I have to get one of those mini-quiches before they take them back," they both nodded approvingly with smiles on their faces. 

"Enjoy the night," Clint added nicely as we walked by them and towards the table with a lot of small dishes on.

Men in suits would occasionally stop by introducing themselves to us and we'd make small talk. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, it appeared to be just a normal gathering. But it was just part of the event. We still had to check out the auction hall. I had a bad feeling about that part of the mission, but I needed to think positive.

"Care if borrow your husband for a moment?" A rather plump man with a salt and pepper beard asks, drawing me out of my anxious thoughts. I glance to Clint who gives me a knowing look.

"Yes of course," I smile at the man. He seems overjoyed to walk away with Bucky to the bar, talking about god knows what. I take this time to walk around the room scanning my surroundings, checking for weak points in the structure, exit strategies, and for any suspicious activity.

"How we lookin Hayes?" Steve's voice rings in my hidden earpiece as make my way to a less crowded section of the room.

"Fabulous like always," sip my drink and hear him huff in amusement.

"All clear so far. Heading to the auction room," casually stride for the grand doorway where Banner and I first entered and head down the hall a bit, till I reached another huge room. This one was almost identical to the ballroom, but had a second level balcony lining the inside of the room and a stage across from the door. Two armed guards stood inside the doorway while four others paced the balcony above. Seemed like a lot of unnecessary security if you asked me. Dozens of guests all sat in the middle of the room as the auctioneer called out the next item "Two guards by the door, four above me," I whisper as I scan the room. 

"Six guards for one room? Seems a bit overkill," Nat speaks and I could imagine her arching a curious brow.

"Anyway you can get backstage?"Bucky's hush voice ringed in my earpiece. I glanced over my shoulder to see Clint standing towards the back of the room, nonchalantly looking at the watch on his wrist pretending to check the time.

"Not without being seen,"

"So don't be," Nat responded with determination. I flickered my eyes towards Clint as he took a sip of his glass of water, while staring ahead of him at the stage as the auctioneer called out 'sold' 

Show time 

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