Marvel Imagines (Requests: ON HOLD)

Steve Rogers - Mercenary

Breaking in wannabes for your contracts wasnt always the best trip but you were a firm believer that if someone wanted to be a criminal of any sort, they may as well start with something noticeable rather than a simple pickpocket or shop robbery. That was why you were mercenary.

Doing a job at the expense of ethics but you get money and a reputation. Isn't that all anyone wants?

However, the said wannabe was pacing nervously in the ball room as you watched from the balcony, trying to spot the target.

"Will you quit it?" You harshly whispered. "You look like you let out a squeaker and don't want anyone to think it was you."

You noticed her stop pacing and glance up at your spot. "Sorry. I just - what if this goes wrong and someone gets hurt? What if its me or you? Then what happens?"

"Mercenary isnt exactly a job that comes with health insurance." You sighed.

"So you're okay with maybe getting hurt or killed?"

"I'll walk it off."

"Of course you would."

From the vantage point you observed your little protégé getting champagne from a waiter and basically downing it in one.

"Calm down, Ernest." You rolled your eyes, realising this was probably a bad idea. You just wanted to shoot a guy and collect some money. You didn't need the entire thing blown by a nervous little girl.

"Easy for you to say." The said girl muttered. "You're the professional bad guy."

"Thats a misconception, darling. I'm not necessarily a bad guy, I just have down days when I go into a dissociative state and commit atrocities. There's a slight difference."

"Oh, yeah, like that makes - wait, wait."

"What?" You were alert, watching her every move.

"(Y/n), he's here and heading to the VIP lounge."

You followed her gaze and saw Tousignant, the prized target, indeed heading right for you. You put on the fake smile. "Aight, let's do this."

"What do you need me to do?"

"Stand and make sure no one follows. I need this one."

"Okay. Let's go."

You straightened up and kept a hand on your purse, waiting for Tousignant to come closer before you made a move. When he was close enough, you grabbed some champagne and pretended to be absentmindedly gazing at the floor below when you 'tripped' and went straight into him, spilling the drink all over the both of you.

"God, I'm - I am so sorry." You stuttered, trying to wipe him down. "Please excuse me."

"It is no problem, my dear." He assured you.

"Oh, but it is. I completely ruined your jacket."

"Nonsense. That beautiful gown of yours has been the true victim."

You looked down at the (f/c) dress that trailed to your ankles and put on a more shy and sweeter smile. "It has seen better days, I admit."

"Please, dear, come with me and we'll get you cleaned up." Tousignant offered his arm and you accepted gracefully, letting him lead you into a private room sectioned off from everything else.

It was small and had two windows, both of which led right down to the pool below. Messy but good enough for a quick getaway should things get hairy.

"Drink?" Tousignant offered.

You laughed. "I think I should stay clear."

He chuckled. "Perhaps. Are you enjoying the ball?"

You gave a shrug as he presented the perfect opportunity. "I suppose. Although I find that a party just isn't the same without some hard rock, am I right?"

Tousignant froze, a slow smile creeping onto his face. "How much?"

"How good is it?"

"I've never had any complaints."

"Interesting."

"Call it Plan B if you like, after the Monaco fiasco, maybe call it Plan Z, but I am packing the good stuff." He smirked.

You raised an intrigued brow. "Quite sure of yourself, I see."

"Take a look, mademoiselle."

And just like that, the moment his back was turned you pulled a gun from inside your purse and shot him point-blank. He dropped like a sack, unmoving.

You couldn't help grinning as you put the gun away and nudged the body with your foot for good measure. Then you withdrew a small camera from the purse and quickly snapped a picture before putting that away too.

"Helloooo, $5000."

"Houston, we have a problem." Your protégé's worried voice came through the comms.

"Elaborate." You said, frowning.

"Well I'm no expert but a really attractive redhead that looks just like Agent Romanoff from S.H.I.E.L.D. is here and that can only mean someone else must be too."

You cursed under your breath. "All right. I'm done here anyway so try, please try, to get out without arousing suspicion. Get out safe and you'll get your share of the money."

Assuming she would be okay, you finished there and turned around to leave, only to find a certain super soldier in the doorway wearing a fancy suit. He observed the scene and gave you a once over.

"You're the mercenary." He stated.

You showed no emotion and pursed your lips. "What if I said I was just a private military contractor?"

"I wouldn't believe you."

You shrugged and looked around for an escape, spotting the window. "Can't say I didn't try."

"This doesn't have to get messy." He then told you, raising his hands to show he didn't want to fight. "Just come quietly and I'll make sure you stay unharmed."

Slowly stepping back, you smiled. "Sorry, soldier, but I'm a bit of a screamer."

Before he could react, you jumped right through the window, letting out a 'wheeeeeeeeee' as you splashed into the pool. By the time Steve had ran to the window you were already out and shaking the hair from your face.

You mocked a curtsy. "Until we meet again, handsome."