Mimic Me

Chapter 1 : The Mimic

A soft click of alabaster heels as the lethal woman slowly stepped down the stairs of the party with a sway of her hips. There were hushed whispers as people caught sight of her , painted red nails slowly dragged down the railing. The music and flashing lights echoed the tempo of the bodies moving on the floor. Eyes that looked like tiny galaxies scanned the crowd slowly and moved around the room. She was looking for a specific target here before she would take off for the next . There was a taller man wandering through the crowd in front of her and she licked her ruby lips stepping forwards through people. Her eyes moved down his figure towards the suitcase in his hands as he pushed himself through the crowd and into a back hallway. She stepped down and through the crowd herself trying to stay somewhat close to him. Her dress parting to make way for her long legs as she slipped into the hallway, her eyes darted to the slowly closing back door. Quickly she rushed to the door to grab it before it closed completely,

"Tony Stark..." She said to the figure faced away from her ,

"Mimic...we've been looking for you" He said slowly turning to face her.

"We...who ...?" she said before the hair on the back of her neck stood on end. "Ohh ...fuck" she growled turning when a fist came across her cheek and knocked her roughly to the ground. Slowly she looked up to see the widow and spangled ass standing above her ,

"Night night little sister" Black widow said, shooting her in the neck with something making her head wobble as she quickly tried to get back onto her feet. Mimic stumbled, grabbing the wall watching her hand quickly start to fade before it came back again and the world started to go black.

"Fuck..." she whispered before her body sagged to be caught by Steve .

"Thought we were gonna try conversation first..." Steve asked as Tony cuffed the woman and Steve sighed softly as he tried to figure out how to carry the barely clothed woman. Natasha shrugged,

"Talking lost her last time...Lock her up...then we'll talk" she said, sounding almost a little sad.

"Is that even a dress..." tony muttered under his breath as he looked over the large amount of skin shown. Natasha rolled her eyes and yanked Tony's coat off his shoulders,

"Men" she muttered under her breath covering the woman before lifting her with one on her shoulder, "WELL??" she said loudly looking at Steve who moved over wrapping his arm around the girl trying to find a way to carry the woman without touching her exposed skin.

Tony followed slowly while they loaded her into the van and rushed her back to shield , Natasha injecting the other woman again.

"Isn't that enough to knock Ice chip over here for the night?" Tony asked from the driver's seat . Nat nodded slightly,

"Yeah he doesn't have powers that allow him regenerate his health...meaning she'll break off long before he would... We should hurry" she said, looking down at the woman whose head rested in her lap.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Few Hours Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Slowly rolling her neck on her shoulders with a slow sigh pushing down the blanket from her shoulders. Mimic's eyes open with a raised brow as she scans the contents of the empty cell she had been placed in. A small cot, a chair, and a table .

"Natasha..." She yelled loudly to the emptiness slamming her hand against the door angrily as her eyes slowly moved up to the camera watching her in the cell and smirked . Turning herself, she pulled the chair out and placed it in the center room, never taking her eyes off the camera . Slowly she sat down still wearing her dress from last night. Slowly one leg crosses over the top of the other and her arms come to cross beneath her chest.