Bad For You

8

"I can't believe you and Frank are still so into your dick measuring match you can't work together without supervision." Lane and Matt sat at a dimly lit table in the 'VIP' section of the club Frank had told them to he'd meet them at. Matt, sans cane and glasses for the night in an attempt to blend in, turned gleaming dark eyes and a mischievous grin to Lane as she tossed her legs into his lap.

"First, like I told you, we don't need supervision. Frank has just been undercover on this job for a while. It's less weird if he's seen talking to a beautiful woman than me." He ran a hand along the bare skin she'd laid out before him up to the scrap of fabric that barely skimmed her thighs. "Second, I can't believe you wore this skirt."

"Yes you can," she said with a laugh before sipping her beer and scanning the crowd. "Now when did Frank say he was showing up?"

"He didn't. When I said you'd be the contact on the phone he just laughed and said you'd know when to meet him on the dance floor."

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"Why am I here again," Steve asked with an exasperated sigh as he followed Bucky, Natasha and Yelena to the bar of the Manhattan nightclub.

The room was loud and packed, with every standing room table overflowing with empty glasses and surrounded by laughing, chatting people. And the floor was sticky. Steve made a face as they pushed through the crowds and thought back to simpler times before everything in the world was so 'in your face'.

"Because I am only in town for a few days and I want to dance," Yelena called over the noise as she wiggled her way to the edge of the crowds, choosing to take the longer but less populated route to drinks by walking in front of the VIP section and it's menacing bouncers.

"And you need to lighten up a little," Natasha added, linking hands with Bucky as he just stared at her, moon eyed.

Steve was happy that his best friend had found someone so perfect for him after all Bucky had been through but he couldn't deny he was a little jealous and sometimes it was hard to watch. He quickly turned away and scanned the raised tables of VIP as they passed. A spike of irritation shot through him as he noticed someone familiar right as Yelena squealed.

"Oh my god is that Lanie?" The White Widow bolted forward, completely ignoring the bouncers, to the section where Lane in fact sat.

Her bright red hair hung down her back in loose curls that fell around her beaming face as she leaned in to whisper to the man she was with. The man who had a hand on her legs resting comfortably in his lap.

Both Lane and the man's heads snapped up as Yelena entered their section with a bouncer right behind her. Lane's face lit up at the sight of the blonde assassin and she stood quickly, waving away the security and pulling Yelena in for a hug before inviting her to join them.

When Bucky and Natasha stepped up behind Yelena Lane's smiled dimmed slightly as she greeted them and scanned the crowd behind them. When she spotted Steve her smile shifted from gleeful to irritated and her eyes rolled as she plopped back down beside her companion, legs going back to their previous position.

"Want to rescind the invitation," Steve asked when he finally reached the others. "We'd hate to crash your date."

"Not a date, Captain," she picked up her drink and licked her lips. "Besides, I can tolerate a little discomfort if it means getting to hang out with the hot Russians."

"M-Lane," her companion stumbled over his reprimand as he turned his face to her but Steve couldn't help noticing the man's eyes never seemed to focus on her.

"Don't worry about it, pal," Steve stuck a hand out. "That's honestly on the nicer side for me when it comes to Lanie. I'm Steve, by the way."

"Right, right. Matty, these are my coworkers. Stick in the mud Steve, the two love birds who can't keep their hands off each other are Bucky and Nat, and the exquisite blonde I don't have a shot with is Yelena." Lane said as Matt reached up to shake Steve's hand and again he noticed something off. Despite Lane leaning in and purposefully pointing out each person in Matt's eyeline he never focused on it.