Avengers VS JLA

Chapter 3

~Avengers~

Steve,Thor, and Banner had stayed back at base. Banner had said parties weren't really his thing and everyone agreed it was for the best. Thor and Steve stayed back to learn more about the other team, and discuss possible plans. Tony, Natasha, and Clint started gathering information but only how they wanted to getting it, straight from the source.

Natasha a.k.a Natalie, in this assignment was questioning the one known identify of the other team. Although at the party he was called Oliver Queen. The file listed him by another name, Green Arrow. S.H.I.E.L.D's files stated him to be a highly dangerous criminal, especially with a bow and arrow. Upon reading the file, she thought of Clint. Green Arrow sounded a lot like if Barton was consumed by red- Her thoughts were intrupeted by Barton's grumbling.
She could only grin at this, Mr. Queen no doubtingly took the bait. Natasha could tell by Clint's glares that he was a little envious of how Mr.Queen was treating/looking at her. The Black Widow, spoke softly still maintaining the marks attention. She was all too pleased the man wasn't listening to her questions.

"Sorry Sweetie, what was your name again?"

His breath had a strong stench of alcohol. It took all her will power not to break every one of his knuckles for him calling her sweetie. Romanoff never told him her name in the first place but would play along in the sake of the mission.

"Natalie."

She heard Clint grumble a little bit in her ear piece as her marks arm wrapped around her. The widow only smiled back at the man, as if there was no reason for Oliver not to trust her. Her mark was putty in her arms.

"Well Natalie, Let's see if we can get you a drink."

She looked towards the bar where Barton stood dressed as a waiter. Her lies was so graceful it was impossible for one to tell if she was lying unless they had studied her prior.

"Of course."

Her and her unsuspecting target made there way to the bar. The plan was working perfectly, thanks to Mr.Queen's drinking habits, and between Clint working the bar and Tony staling Bruce, they thought their plan to be flawless.

--|| Jump to across the room, Tony||--

The camera flashes, reporters, star studded fans it was just a typical night for Tony. He strutted in with Pepper at his side, she looked just stunning in his eyes.
A reporter jumped out at Tony, getting in his way. He absolutely hated reporters, they had always annoyed him. Unlike most reports this man was muscular, a strong built despite his measly glasses.

"Mr. Stark, Can you account for the rumors-"

"Move it, point dexter I don't have time for this."

He pushes past the reporter, making his way towards Bruce. Tony knew this would be his best chance to talk with Bruce. Although in the same business, weren't really they best of colleagues. The only reason Tony had to be nice to Bruce was that Pepper reminded him he was a big help to there ""corporate image."" Whatever the Hell she ment by that. He sighed taking two drinks from the waiter, it seemed like she always had to straighten up these (his) matters.

"Mr. Stark will not be commenting on any business today, this is strictly a personal."

She spoke with such grace, it sound so professional. He grinned a bit, Pepper always knew how to handle things like that. Tony would never admit it but the company would surely fail without her. He was handed a tall champagne glass, and drank at least half of it on his first sip. If he was going to have a conversation with Bruce Wayne, he was going to need all the alcohol he could get.

"Bruce."

"Tony"

Neither man seemed amused to see each other. He noticed a dark haired woman standing at Bruce's side. She stood there in a glimmering gold dress, her black hair draped over.
Upon receiving a slight nudge, a warning, from Pepper, Tony smiled.

"And who's your girl Bruce?"

He replied in his all knowing cocky tone. Tony gave him a sly look as if to say, you've done well now haven't you. Bruce refrained from looking annoyed but before he could speak up, the woman replied.

"It's Diana, and I'm only Mr.Wayne's acquaintance."

"Ha, Acquaintance.."

He says with a hint of disbelief which Bruce expression to frown. He just continued on talking, as if he didn't take note of Bruce's death glare.

"Well if you and your /acquaintance/ don't mind, I think I'll order us all a round of drinks."

He says adding emphasis to the word acquaintance just to annoy Bruce. Of course the drink's were free at this event. Not that price mattered but Tony needed another drink badly, his had been empty for a couple of minutes now.

--|| At the Bar, Clint||--

His eyes narrowed in on Mr. Queen and Nat approaching the table. Why was this the plan? Wouldn't it be so much simple for S.H.I.E.L.D to take him in and negotiate the guy. He looked like Stark acting as if he owned the place and every girl with pretty face was a mindless fool. Nat was anything but-

"Excuse me, another drink here!"

His thoughts were interrupted by a lady sitting at the end of the bar.
Her long blonde hair held tight curls, The woman was dressed as if she was a hooker or biker by her fish net tights. She looked angrily at the empty glass still in her hand. Clint nodded, turning his back away from Nat to get the drink. Not at all did she leave his sight.

"Here."

His monotone voice said handing the lady her drink. The job would be simple. All he had to do was slip a little extra something in Mr. Queens drink. Although it seemed to him that Nat was already doing a good job at getting him to open up.

"Two Drinks over here!"

The loud voice boomed behind him. Turning around he saw Nat sitting on the young drunken billionaires lap. The two of them kept whispering in each other's ears. What was it she was saying to him? Or him to her? It made Clint wish he haven't turned off his ear piece prior.

"I'm sure you've said that to a lot of girls."

The familiar sound of Nat's fake laughter echoed about in his ear. Clint's gaze lingered at the mark's hand which was place around Nat hip.

"Trust me, your nothing like the last girl I was with."

"Oh really?"

Their conversation dragged on. Drunkenly, Mr. Queen started talking about him and his {girl} friends. Everything about this guy, he hated.
Inside Clint was fighting back any urge he had to attack this guy with the bottle opener.
In the corner of his eye he saw someone with a similar reaction to his own. The lady looked not even close to hiding the trait of jealousy well. The biker lady from before looked as if she was about to snap her cocktail glass. Interesting. Was this an Ex of Mr. Queen's? Did she know anything about the Green Arrow?

"Would you like another drink Misses?"

He asked staring down at her empty drink.

"A double please."