Voodoo Eyes

Highway to Hell

How did I ever get myself into this situation? You think. It wasn't like you woke up one day and said hey I want to become an agent who has eyes that can seduce a man and the skill to put a bullet into him. Nor did you want to really learn how to fire a Glock with such accuracy that it could make a grown man weep with joy. You just had assumed you would take up the trade of your grandmama or mama, which was that of a mild manner school teacher. However, life has a funny way of turning things around on its ear and making you stand up and take notice. Especially when you was currently crouching behind a dumpster for cover wearing a golden Badgley Mischka evening gown exchanging fire with an illegal weapons dealer.

Dakkadakkadakka the sound of bullets bring you quickly out of your daydream. "Would you get your head in the game," he growls at you. "Do you eye trick and let's get the hell out of here would ya." Eye trick! Really after all of what we had just been through... Dakkadakkadakka.

"If I can't get him to look at me it won't work. He has to pay attention to me!"

"Fine, I'll get him to look!" Your new partner shouts from the right of you. He throws a flash grenade at the assailant while shouting "Hey man look at the Dame!" The man is so startled by the action that he immediately looks up giving you a prime opportunity to take aim and fire but not before you slide spit of your dress rips up higher on your leg exposing your thigh and gun holster. You yell internally. Really this is just not my night!  Partnered with a guy who seriously has an alpha male complex and now this. The figure that you just shot is now slumped over and fades from sight as the simulation comes to an end. You give Bucky a fuming look. His tux is unshaved and he is now standing up brushing himself off.

"Really Barns what in the hell was that? 'Look at the Dame.' I'm not a photo prompt to use. Like hey man, look at the pretty birdie. Ugh!" He gives you a scowl only to turn and began talking to Steve. The heels of your tan Jimmy Choo's echo on the concrete floor as you walk up to the two men with my fists balled up beside you. You pinch the brim of your nose trying to calm yourself but it doesn't work. You've only known this man for less than six hours but he gets on your last nerve.

"She has to get this simulation down 'cause if we don't lives could be at stake," Bucky says echoing your own thoughts about him.

"I think you meant to say we," Steve states flatly as he takes a deep breath. His blue eyes look between Bucky and you waiting for a smart response.

"No I didn't," he retorts just making you angry. "She hasn't been on an Avenger mission before. Hell, she's not even an Avenger. I think I could have even done better with just one arm."

"Easy for you to say. I don't see you currently wearing an evening gown and heels. Besides, you have to trust your partner and you don't trust me."

"At least we can agree on that, " he grumbles not taking his eyes off of Steve.

"Break it up you too!" Steve snaps. "You two are partners and that's it. Now the both of you stand down. That's an order." You open my mouth to protest but just get a disappointment look from Gambit. Ugh, you hate that look so for his sake you just shut it.

"Maybe if we put velcro on the slit it would be easier to access your thigh holster," Natasha suggests as she pulls herself up from the table she is currently sitting at. You like her. She is normal, just a girl who wants to get the job done and doesn't mind putting a bullet in someone while looking fashionable. She hobbles towards you to inspect the tear in your evening gown and picks it up loosely in her hand as she juggles her crunch in her left.

"You think? Well, considering I just ripped it so.. ."

"Oh, that's nothing but an easy fix. I can even do that myself. Besides, it's not like we don't have an undercover budget. Stark makes sure that we are well taken care of," Natasha deadpans. "Get changed and bring it to me when you're done." You give her a smile and walk out leaving the two men to talk out the issues at hand with the simulation. If you stay any longer Bucky just might get slapped.