Viper : Enemy of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Chapter 49: Blue Eyes

Chapter 49: Blue Eyes

"What about him?" Steve asks.

"He's here." I say, not looking away from Luc.

"What?"

"How did he even..."

"Why?"

"I don't understand."

"Well shit."

"Are you sure?"

Everyone asks simultaneously.

"Where?" Clint asks pulling me out of my stupor.

"Third stool from the left side of the bar." I say finally looking away.

"Want me to go spill my drink on his date?" Tony asks.

"He has a date?!" I have to stop myself from shrieking that as my gaze whips back to Luc.

"Well he did just kiss the woman with him." Thor says.

"He what." I say through gritted teeth glaring at the laughing couple. I feel Clint tighten his grip on my waist. I look up at him and he's taking his earpiece out.

I do the same before he says, "What's the plan?"

"What?"

"Jade Leiton is going to let a dirty, cheating dog get away with it?" He asks. I smirk looking back to Luc.

As I'm thinking, a big, burly, bald guy walks up to the bar, behind Luc. An evil grin grows on my face as my plan forms. "You see that big guy with the long, grey beard?" I ask Clint.

"Fat Gandalf? Yeah." He responds.

"Okay, I'm going to go get his watch off of him and then you come by taking it off me and planting it on Luc."

"Okay... And?" Clint asks, clearly not getting it.

"I'll ask the time and when he's looking for it, he'll see it sticking out of Luc's pocket."

"And beat the living shit out of him." Clint finishes. I smile at him before leaving his grasp. "Make sure he doesn't see you." Clint adds. I nod in response. On my way to the bar, I spot Tony. He's pointing at his ear with a confused look. I wink at him before sauntering up to Baldy.

"Wow, I bet you have one hell of a right hook." I say upon approaching him and rubbing his right arm. Luc stands with his back to us. I refrain from listening in on what drawl he's spewing to the his pigskin date.

"Hi there little lady, care for a drink?" He asks.

"I would love one, Julia by the way." I say holding out my hand. As he shakes my right hand, my left hand travels down his arm and to his wrist, unclasping his watch.

"Bradley." He responds. I catch his watch in my left hand as Bradley turns back to the bar to order. I see Clint out of the corner of my eye and hand him the watch. While Clint orders a drink, Bradley hands me a glass with some fruity mixture.

"Why thank you." I smile taking a sip. He nods in return.

Before the bartender returns to Clint, I see him turn around and bump into Luc, his left hand clasping onto his shoulder and giving it a squeeze while his right hand fiddles with the watch and Luc's blazer pocket. "Hey sorry man, my bad." Clint says before leaving.

"No worries." Luc responds with a silky smooth voice. I'm gonna miss that when Bradley punches him in the throat.

Before Bradley can say something I ask, "Do you have the time?" Bradley lifts up his sleeve only to find his bare wrist. His eyes widen and he turns around frantically. His eyes catch on the gleaming wrist band hanging out of Luc's pocket.