No Fear|B.Barnes

Chpt. 12

In the real world, this is what's happening today:

•It's Mother's Day (Thanks Mama!)
•I'm currently at a graduation for my mom's friend's son who won valedictorian 

Any who, back to the story!

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We all stayed up to clean the Palace after the party was over.

"We suck at throwing parties." Scott scoffed.

"In our defense it would've been an absolutely fine party if HYDRA hadn't ruined it. It wasn't our fault." Natasha reminded him. It was mainly my fault, they wouldn't have come if I wasn't there. But I knew the team would be lying to themselves and say it wasn't.

"How did they know we we're here?" I asked, I plopped the damp rag I was holding onto the marble table top. I wiped the rag around the table.

"They might have seem one of us go into the Palace." Steve suggested.

"Or an undercover agent was given an invite to the party." Wanda added. "If so, we have a real problem on your hands."

"Wanda's right," we turned to Scott, "if we have a mole, who knows what they've already done in the Palace? Looked through important files, stolen old relics, got dirt on other staff to get their help. The question is, how will we find them?" He clarified.

"Well, how do you find a mouse?" Steve asked.

"You set a trap." I answered, he nodded.

"With bait." Bucky added, a bit tense. I subtly grabbed Bucky's hand to calm him down, although I didn't know why he was upset.

"Do we have any other choice?" Natasha asked.

"We can't go around, putting everybody through a lie detector." Sam argued. "This is our only option."

"What we will tell them?" Bucky asked.

"Tell them that there will a very important move from the Hall of Relics to T'Challa's office." I proposed. They all nodded in consideration. "We can't all be involved in the move, nine people is definitely a crowd to move one relic."

"Five at the most, who wants to join?" Steve asked.

"I'll come, I can create the fake relic, make the movers look like a worker here." I told him, he nodded in response.

"I'll come." Bucky added.

"Nat and I will come." Clint offered, he smiled to Steve, giving him a short smile.

"Okay, that's all we need. T'Challa, we'll need you to be in your office at that time. You think you could make it work?" Steve asked.

"I'm sure."

"Okay, first thing tomorrow. Today..." we looked around at the mess. "...we clean." He muttered, disappointed.

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We were all in the living space and Clint decided to listen to music, without head phones. We all listened but we didn't have as much enthusiasm as Clint, who decided to dance to almost every song. After 30 minutes of random songs that Bucky and I didn't know since we haven't listen to music in over a decade, one song came on that made Natasha groan in exhaustion.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"The song." She huffed. I gave her a puzzled face, as did everyone else. "Closer by The Chainsmokers." We didn't know why that song was so terrible. Until the lyrics started playing.