Bad For You

1

"Nat, our window is closing. Where are you?" Steve watched the monitors as he listened to Sam over comms.

"Not sure I'm going to make it, boys." Nat replied and he could hear grunting in the background. "I got pulled into something else.

"Shit," Bucky cursed from his position on the bench opposite the monitors. "Tell me where you are, babe, I can meet you."

There was a sickening crunch through his earpiece before Steve heard Nat again.

"Don't worry, lover. I'm fine. Just not going to be able to make it to you in time."

"Cap," Sam's voice chirped in. "We don't exactly have a non-violet back up and there are a lot of civilians in here. Want me to clear it out?"

Steve opened his mouth to answer when Lanie groaned.

"Ugh, dammit. I really like these pants." The tech wizard Tony had been sending out with them over the last few months stood up, hands going to the space buns in her hair and starting to unravel them. "Barnes, do you have a knife I can use?"

"What are you doing," Steve asked as Bucky slipped a blade from his belt and handed it to her.

The red head, who had bent over to shake loose her curls, flipped upright and started to shimmy out of her black denim jeans. "You've been after this guy a while and this is the first time we've had a location on him. I'm kind of bored with hacking dark web data and I have a date tonight so I want to get out of here as fast and painless as possible."

Lanie dropped down beside Bucky, exposed thick thighs covered in colorful tattoos spread out on the bench and Steve looked away quickly as she took the knife and started cutting the legs from her pants.

"I'm not sure how you undressing is going to make that happen." He called over his shoulder.

"Wilson, do I have five minutes to get in there?" Steve turned back around to find Lanie, jeans now turned into shorts that were entirely too short back on, shoving a comms earpiece in.

"He's seems to be getting bored but I think five is a safe bet." Sam replied before Steve spoke again.

"King, you are not going in there. You aren't field trained."

She opened a drawer under her desk and pulled out a roll of duct tape, handing it to Bucky. "This is going to be a little awkward but I need you to hold this while I spin. Maybe close your eyes so your girlfriend doesn't kick my ass for flashing you later." With that she pulled off the loose sweatshirt she had been wearing to reveal a tight, swoop necked tank top which she lifted up high enough to expose a pale, soft stomach covered in stretch marks and the bottoms of her breasts and both men squeezed their eyes shut.

"Lanie!" Steve scolded but he could hear the tape being pulled from the roll.

"Look, Rogers, Nat isn't going to make it. And I may not be a twelve like she is but I know creeps like this. Throw enough tits and ass in their faces to get their dicks hard and they can ignore the butter face. While mine not be grade A, with enough exposure and a little adjusting my assets should be enough to do the trick in low lighting. You can open your eyes now." He did so just in time to see her pulling the tank top down low and her cleavage looked like it was dangerously close to spilling over the neckline now. "I might not be field certified but I've been on enough of these runs and flirted free drinks out of enough dudes that I am confident I can get close to this guy and plant the tracker. Nat, can I use your heels and the lipstick?"

She'd pressed a finger to her ear at the last words and started digging through the bag Nat usually had stashed in the van with a plethora of supplies.

"Be my guest." Nat replied and Steve shook his head stepping up behind Lanie as she bent to apply the color in a mirror.