Hoodlums

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At 2100 hrs Steve, Bucky, Peter, Clint, Natasha, and a man clad in black trousers, button down white shirt with the top two buttons undone, and a black blazer, with slicked back black hair, had gathered in the hangar, a car and an SUV sat waiting for them as they discussed final plans. Natasha was just finishing the strategy of the weapons surveillance crew when they heard the door open. They all turned to see Willow walking in, instead of her combat suit she was wearing a small tight black dress, her hair was no longer white and blue, instead thick blonde locks curled around her shoulders, her stilettos clicked as she joined the crew. It took a moment before they even realized who they were looking at.

Bucky, in his combat suit crossed his arms, "Look who finally decided to show up." Willow rolled her eyes, "Fury said 2100. It is now 2100, so here I am." Bucky shook his head, Peter, who was in awe of her change of appearance nervously chuckled.

Willow put a hand on her hip, "You may want to close that jaw of yours before your mouth becomes your new bug catcher, Spider-Boy." Immediately Peter shut his mouth as his face went red, he nervously shifted his weight and rubbed the back of his neck, "Sorry..." He mumbled.

Clint clapped his hands together, "All right, well let's get going. That shipment will be on the move soon." Natasha nodded and she, Clint, and Peter headed to the SUV. Bucky smiled a mischievous smile, as Willow looked him up and down, "You don't look ready to go." Bucky moved towards the SUV and gestured to the other man, "If you were here earlier you would have known plans changed. You are going with Loki now." Loki grinned, "So you are the elusive Willow."

Willow groaned, "Whatever, lets go." She appeared at the driver door of the car as Loki got near it, she smirked at him, "I don't think so."

Loki raised his brow at her but went to the passenger side as Willow got into the car. Once Loki was seated she floored it and headed off the compound. Loki gripped the door and center console, "Heavens mortal!" Willow smirked again and with a condescending tone mocked him, "What is it little god? Can't handle a little lead foot action?" Loki shot a glance towards her, "I am quite sure this isn't supposed to be a suicide mission."

Willow rolled her eyes as she sped onto the main road towards the east side of New York City. After a while she slowed and joined the regular traffic flow, Loki relaxed a little, "So tell me mortal, do you have a plan?" Willow's gaze didn't leave the road in front of her, "Get in, get the information, get out. You follow my lead."

Loki huffed, "Not a very detailed plan." Willow sighed, "You never know what tactic is going to get you what you want from these goons. So I will decide when we get there. You will just have to put your improvisation skills to use. Let me handle the hard part." Loki raised a brow at her, "Meaning?" Willow gripped the steering wheel a little harder, "Look, Fury made me lead because I know what it takes to get the information from these lowlifes. And since I doubt a princey god's training involves hanging around street scum, you will just follow whatever I say."

Loki furrowed his brow . He leaned back in his seat, "Well, I suppose not. I do not make it a regular habit to hang around midgardians of that status. How is it you know so much about all of us, yet there is nothing on you anywhere?" Willow sighed, "Figures that red room reject would try and find information. Look, I am here to do this stupid mission and pay back my debt. I am not here to make friends with anyone or join your little boy band. So I have no intention of explaining anything to you. After we take down KingPin, I will be gone. So there is no point asking any questions." Loki looked out into the traffic ahead of them for a moment then back to her, "Do not mistake me for my brother. I am not an Avenger. I work alongside them because I don't care for the alternative option. That, however, still does not explain why Romanoff could not find a single shred of information about you."

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