ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜɪsᴛ sᴇʀɪᴇs | B. Barnes, S. Rogers, L. Laufeyson

Kiss, Kiss, Fall In Love! | 21 |

This is a good ninety-fifth birthday. He thought, squeezing Harli's hand.

She smiled at him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Happy Birthday, Steve." She whispered one last time, staring up at the colorful sky above them.

-

4:23 pm
July 14

"You want me to do what now?" Harli said, staring at Fury.

"She's not doing that! It's only been a month- she's not properly prepared for a mission of this level!" Steve argued, glaring.

"I take offense to that-" Harli started, but Fury spoke over her.

"I beg to differ. She's quick thinking, light on her feet and has literal superpowers." Steve threw his hands up in frustration.

"Well why can't you send someone else? Romanoff could do it." Fury glared at Steve.

"Because Agent Romanoff is on a special mission for me right now. And all the rest of the female agents aren't trained in this area."

"Well neither is Harli!"

She sat back, watching the two men argue.

Fury wanted her to go on an undercover mission that night to a club, entirely ignoring the fact that she was underage, as well as practically untrained. He wanted her to gather intel on a mafia boss that was rising rather quickly in the ranks of the underworld.

Harli wasn't exactly opposed to the idea, but the idea of having to flirt with a gross old man and letting him actually touch her, while wearing a skimpy outfit was not appealing in the slightest.

They continued to argue, and she took this chance to make her quiet exit, figuring one or the other would get their way in the end.

-

Steve found her sitting on the steps outside of the S.H.I.E.L.D. building, a cigarette in her hand.

She blew smoke up and into the air, placing it into her mouth to take another drag.

"Have we really stressed you out enough to make you smoke?" He laughed.

Harli snorted, "You have."

He sat down next to her, watching her do smoke tricks in the air above her head.

"So, what was the verdict? Am I doing this or not?"

Steve sighed, "You are. It'll just be you and me, Romanoff is out somewhere, Stark is working on a terrorist threat, Bruce is working in the lab, and Thor is still MIA."

She nodded slowly, "You have the file for me?"

Look, I never thought I'd be going out on missions this early on, but I'll be damned if I don't do a good job.

Steve handed her a small manilla folder, which she flicked open to read the details.

It seemed fairly simple, pretend to be interested in him, buddy up with him and get him to boast about his job, then meet back up with Steve in the bathroom to do a check-up and trade information.

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7:23 pm
July 14

"I don't care who sent it, I am not wearing that. Not in a million years." She glowered at the sparkly pink dress that S.H.I.E.L.D. had sent for her.

"Do you have any other dresses?" Steve asked, looking as displeased as she did.

"...do I look like the type to wear dresses?"