Diamond Skin[DISCONTINUED]

Tricks and Deceit...

Mariko strode down the street in her most revealing outfit. Hair a mess as if she ran her fingers through it all the time, face painted in dramatic makeup. She winked at the black SUV across the street where Clint and Natasha were watching. A man with long black hair and pale green eyes stumbled up to her drunkenly, smelling faintly like alcohol. He grinned as his eyes rudely took in her large cleavage and long legs covered in black fishnet pantyhose,

"How much?" He slurred, smiling. Mariko couldn't help but grin at Loki's acting, as she bit her lip seductively.

"Normally 500, but for you baby it's free on the first run." She crooned.

"It'll be worth it." He chuckled.

She grabbed his hand, swaying her hips as she led him into the alleyway. Leaning against the wall as he kissed her neck softly, warily. It was this part of the mission he worried about slightly, wondering how far they would have to go before they were captured. His slender fingers trailed up her thigh slowly till they reached the edge of her gold mini skirt, he glanced up in question. She nodded slightly while her hand buried into his hair, pushing him back to her skin. He obliged by leaving a hickey on her neck. Then his powers accidentally skimmed her mental barriers, causing him to falter in his act. The walls were weaker, not as solid as the ones she usually held up. He growled in anger as he shoved her against the wall roughly, only to have her eyes flash a different color before her lips roughly met his. Refusing to release her strong grip on the back of his head as he attempted to pull back before stiffly accepting the position. Trembling slightly as her other hand traveled downwards.

"Who are you?" He whispered into her mind. The fake Mariko smiled in their kiss, her hand rubbing him through his pants lightly.

"A friend of a friend." Was her murmured response. Then bright headlight illuminated the alley way as he covered her body with his own, hand raised to block the light from his eyes as any civilian would do. A slight puff of air was heard as a needle went into his chest, injecting what was hopefully a sedative. Last thing the God of Lies heard was a very convincing scream escape the mimic before she(or he) too was captured.

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From the rooftop above, the real Mariko let a ghost of a smile tilt her lips upward. Her sister was a better prostitute than she ever could be. Also, something about Pandora' Box never being infiltrated by Hydra bothered her. Sure, the Agency she works for technically doesn't exist but neither did SHIELD until Tony Stark joined. Nothing is impossible, just improbable. With a flick of the wrist she attached a tracker to the car Loki and her Copy were being placed in, locking onto the signal by using her phone. Then her phone buzzed as a friend of hers confirmed their date tonight. The Reaper started running across the rooftops, following the vehicle closely from above.

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Loki groaned as he woke up to a frozen floor alone. Slowly he stood, pretending to be a bit groggy as he struggled to his feet, but steady hands helped him stand.

"Easy now, take a deep breath." Said a strong voice, with a fancy accent.

Loki did as instructed, finally opening his eyes to see a man standing in front of him. His skin tanned due to long days in the sun, dark brown hair in a wavy mess. Yet his eyes were kind as he guided Loki closer to the wall,

"I'm Jean-Paul DuChamp, but everybody calls me Frenchie."

"Frenchie?" He tested, "I'm, Lucien." He lied smoothly.