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bagelbright-tok · 4 years

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The enemy of my enemy is my friend

Lucifer Morningstar x Fem!rival!reader

[FINISHED FIC]

You'd opened your club and bar around the same time Lux had opened. That was when the competition began. One year, your club, La Vida, would make the most, the next, Lux would. If there was one unexpected thing most made, it was murder.

Warning(s): Mentions of murder, murder, maybe some murder, swearing, rivalry, mentions of alcohol use

Word Count: 2740

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An Enemy, An Enemy, A Friend.

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It was the rare occasion you had to close the club. Usually it was just for regular cleaning, or a day it would be the least busiest. Today, was both. Monday, least busiest day, and after a large surge in customers. The place was a mess after the day before. A foul odor claimed the rooms, crusading around the entire club. You and some others were wearing masks, prepared to cleanse the entire public areas. It was the same every time this happened. You and at least five others, the same five others each time, had your areas. One would take the bar. Two would take the space just before the bar and the hallway to the bathrooms. One would do the bathrooms. You and another would take the dance floor, aka the seating area, aka get a lap dance here. Whoever could find the source of the stench won $20.

Everyone began, spreading out across the entire public area of the first floor. Eventually they would have to go to the second floor. Little do they know, they wouldn't reach the second floor. You and your partner, Dana, entered the dance floor. First were the seats, then the poles, then the tables, then the walls, then the floor. You and Dana got to the poles when you noticed a person on the floor.

"Oi! Dana! There's still someone here. Get the bat."

You holler in a whisper to her, carefully backing up. Dana quickly handed you the bat. You slowly approach again, bat ready to swing. You noticed, even through your mask, the stench got stronger.

"Hey! Get up!"

You yell at the top of your lungs.

This man did not move. You used the bat to poke him. No movement aside from the movement you caused with the bat. A realization hit you like two freight trains colliding.

"D-Dana! Call 911! He's dead."

You try to remain calm as you whisper to her in a hushed yelp.

"W-what!?"

Dana yelled back in a hushed tone.

"Damn it! Here."

You toss her the bat and grab your phone, dialing 911 into the pad and calling.

"911, where's the location of your emergency?"

"I'm at La Vida Club and Bar…"

You quickly tell the operator your address.

"I need officers here. Me and my team of cleaners have just found a dead body."

"A dead body?"

"Yes. Male. He reeks. Couldn't have been there more than two days."

"Okay, we're sending officers. What is your name?"

"[Y/N] [L/N]. I own the club."

You explained what you needed and hung up.

"Everyone! Stop cleaning!"

You yell out throughout the building.

"It's an emergency! Meet back here!"

Everyone did as told almost immediately. They all grouped up with you. Some came with what they had in hand. Rags, sprays, dusters, toilet brushes.

"I've some unfortunate news,"

You began,

"I just want to prepare you all for when the police come."

You look down, rub your forehead, and return your gaze to your employees.

"There's a dead body in here. The stench was the body. We've all lost the bet."

Everyone groaned. No extra $20 for anyone.

***

The police arrived along with a detective.

You casually approached, extending your hand to shake hers.

"[Y/N] [L/N]. I own La Vida and found the body."

"Detective Chloe Decker. I have some questions to ask you."

She returned the hand shake.

As you were about to lead her to a place to sit, you noticed her partner.

"Lucifer Morningstar.."

You gritted your teeth when your sights fell upon him.

"Hello Ms. [L/N]."

Lucifer said with a smile on his face.

"You best be getting out of here before there's another body to report."

You threatened angrily. This rivalry was always annoying. Lucifer was always so friendly and smiling. You were the only one who expressed anger.

"You two know each other..?"

Chloe looked between you and Lucifer.

"Unfortunately."

Both you and Lucifer said at the same time, now glaring at each other.

"Last I checked, a Mr. Lucifer Morningstar is banned from entering my club."

You hissed at Lucifer.

"Last I checked, there'd been a murder here. I do believe I am a civilian consultant. So-..."

He shrugged, having outwitted you again.

You quickly look at the detective who was simply watching you and Lucifer bicker.

"Does he have to be here?"

"Is it going to affect your cooperation?"

Chloe asked, now standing between you and Lucifer.

"Depends on how Lucifer decides to act."

You answer, folding your arms over your chest.

"Besides, he should suspect numero uno. Our clubs are rivals. I wouldn't be surprised if he had someone murdered just so my place would be shut down longer than needed."

"I would never!"

Lucifer was offended and even took a step back.

"I don't need to do such a silly thing to win the competition."

"Like your club does well on its own. People go to get favors from you. Then they go back when you cash in on your favor,"

You insulted,

"I stand a chance without offering favors."

"You two need to calm down,"

Chloe finally butted in.

"Lucifer, stay here. [Y/N], come with me."

Lucifer put his hands up in frustration.

"What? But--"

"Gladly."

You follow Chloe to the bar area not too far away.

***

After the standard questions from Chloe, you were left alone. You had to stay in your club at the scene in case anything came up. Your cleaners were quickly questioned and were able to leave. Luckily, you were sitting at the bar. A bar full of alcohol. You had a couple of glasses before Chloe approached again.

"Ms. [L/N], do you know a Jason Quinn?"

Chloe then realized you were drinking while there had just been a murder.

"Are you drinking? There was just a murder- you found the body.."

"Yeah, I'm drinking. I'm aware of the murder, I found the body."

You shrug a bit. Guess a little murder didn't really affect you.

"I do know a Jason Quinn. What about him?"

"You didn't recognize the body when you saw it, correct?"

Chloe double checked, giving you an inquisitive look.

You became suspicious and squinted slightly.

"That's right… what does this have to do with Jason?"

Chloe sighed,

"Just one more question before I tell you,"

She explained before asking,

“Who was Jason to you?"

Was. Damn. It was him dead, wasn't it? You realized this, but still answered the question.

"Jason's my ex. Got divorced a couple of years back. He tried to take the bar in the divorce. Obviously, he didn't get it. I had put too much work into it for him to just take it."

You answered honestly and bluntly, maybe even giving more information than needed.

"He'd come in, despite his ban, and cause a scene. I had to call the police on him several times. I was able to get a restraining order, but the bastard was persistent."

Chloe was quick to write down what she needed. Once she had, she looked back up at you.

"Ms. [L/N], the body is Jason. I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to take you in as our prime suspect."

Chloe motioned for you to get up.

You obliged, and stood up to follow Chloe to her cruiser.

"I understand. Most murders like these are done by the ex.."

You knew the statistics.

Chloe guided you outside. You put on your large circular granny sunglasses to block the sun from destroying your eyes. The news anchors were quick to send reporters when the murder had been reported. Video cameras and photographers were all outside, recording and taking photos.

"[Y/N]! [Y/N]! Did you do it?"

"Who did it!?"

"How will this affect your business?!"

So many questions from people looking for attention. You didn't give it. You walked with Chloe and sat in the back of her police cruiser. Lucifer was already sitting in the passenger's seat. He turned around in his seat and looked at you, a small smile on his face.

"Did you do it?"

He asked bluntly.

"No,"

You were confident.

"Did you do it?"

"Of course not."

He was just as confident.

You both had no choice but to believe each other. An estimated time of death was given to the deceased Jason Quinn. Lucifer had an alibi, making him no longer a suspect. Unfortunately for you, you didn't have a solid alibi. The man had been killed in the early hours of Sunday. By then, the party had died down, and you had found refuge in the penthouse, where you had 0 security. You'd seriously fucked yourself. Your cameras you did have viewing the 1st floor didn't catch anything. The area Jason's body had been found was obscured by the walls, seats, and poles. You had barely seen him while cleaning.

***

"There wasn't anyone with you in the penthouse?"

Chloe questioned, folding her hands together onto the table.

You were in the interrogation room of the precinct. You were laying back against the chair casually.

"No. It was just me in there."

"Why did you go to the penthouse at that time?"

"We were running out of some whiskey at the bar. So I went to get some from my bar in the penthouse."

"Who was watching the place while you were gone?"

"Probably one of my bartenders. I wasn't gone for long anyways. I had gone back down and gave them the whiskey I had."

"Who are your bartenders? Maybe they can confirm your whereabouts."

"I've only three on the first floor. It's Rose Holmes, Jill Booth, and Damon Ripper."

"Who was it that told you about the whiskey?"

"It was Rose."

Finally. You were left alone. You were still stuck in the interrogation room, but at least you weren't being annoyed. That lasted for about 10 seconds when Lucifer entered.

"And what do you want?"

You ask, knowing he had no reason to be in here with you.

"Is this a ploy to try and annoy a confession out of me or something?"

"So, you admit you did it?"

Lucifer asked, walking around the interrogation room.

"No. I didn't do it. Why would I kill at my own club? This is going to really fuck with my business."

You explain this, giving a reason why you couldn't and wouldn't.

"Don't worry, [Y/N], I believe you."

Lucifer admitted, finally coming around and sitting in front of you.

"Great. I've convinced the wrong audience."

You scoff, folding your arms over your chest.

“Who do you think did it?"

Lucifer asked, genuinely curious. He was like a child finding out about Santa.

"Well, not you anymore. I don't know. Obviously someone who wanted Jason gone."

You explain, leaning forward into the table to look at Lucifer.

"Why are you so interested in my case? I thought you'd just accuse me so you don't have a rivalry anymore."

"Why would I do that?"

He laughed, crossing one leg over the other.

"It's so fun to have a rivalry! Who will prevail, Lux or La Vida?"

He cupped his hands and placed them in his lap.

"Ironic, isn't it?"

You chuckle,

"My club is named "The Life," and there's a murder."

"Very."

He nods.

Lucifer is about to say something else when Chloe comes in.

"You're free to go, [Y/N]. We got Rose for questioning."

Chloe guides in the familiar face of your employee.

"Don't arrest her for murder, I'd have to try and find someone as good to replace her."

You stand up, chuckling.

Rose snickers too. You leave, getting a Taxi to your club despite Lucifer's offer to drive you. It's late already and you're tired. You enter your club, ensuring you lock the doors behind you. You walk around the empty and quiet rooms until you reach the elevator. You press the top floor, the penthouse. It takes you up to the floor. There is where you would get a quick drink and go to sleep. The elevator had a lock so it wasn't usable until you put in the key and unlocked it.

***

The next day, you got dressed and ready for nothing. You still couldn't open the club because it was still an active crime scene. You unlocked the elevator and entered to go back down to the first floor. As it descended, you got a phone call.

"Hello?"

You answer, bringing the phone to your ear.

"Hey, this is detective Chloe Decker with the LAPD. Is this [Y/N] [L/N]?"

"Yes. What do you need?"

You ask as the elevator stops at the floor, the doors opening.

"I need you back at the precinct, can you make it?"

Ding, your elevator dinged.

You exited, only to see someone at your bar with a gun raised at you.

"Uhm-- I don't think so… I seem to have found myself in a--..."

You nervously respond, taking a breath to continue,

"-sticky… situation.."

You hung up as Chloe tried to say something.

"Drop the phone, and kick it away."

The individual commanded. Her voice was familiar.

Once you could get a clear look at her face, you knew who it was.

"Jill? What're you doing?"

You drop your phone, and kick it away towards her. Your question was more of a statement than anything. Making her question her actions.

"This place doesn't deserve you! You don't deserve this place! I do!"

She began to rant and ramble, almost sobbing as she confidently held the gun pointed at you.

"I got rid of Jason, so when I kill you, no one gets it. I've been working for you for five years!"

She chuckled psychotically. You chose to remain quiet, on account you didn't know what to say and too scared of the possibility you may piss her off.

"With the money you paid me, I can buy this place after they find your body."

"Jill… I don't understand what you're talking about… but you don't have to do this-"

You tried to reason with her.

"Yes! Yes I do!"

She screamed.

"You're insensitive! You don't care for anyone but yourself!"

"What? That's absurd. My employees are everything to me. La Vida wouldn't exist without them."

You were caught off guard by the insult.

"You say that but you don't mean it!"

She shook the gun, taking two steps closer.

"You don't treat this place or its people as well as you should be treating it!"

"Jill, please, I-"

You were interrupted.

"Shut up! You have no excuses!"

You flinched at her yelling.

Suddenly, Chloe and other police officers burst through the door.

"LAPD-!"

Several gunshots rang out, one after another. Jill shot 3 times at you, and the rest of the officers shot at Jill. You were shot in the shoulder once, and twice in the stomach. Jill went down, dead. You went down, now bleeding out. Chloe spoke into radio, requesting paramedics. You hadn't noticed, but Lucifer was there too. You fell against the elevator door, holding your stomach in pain. You groaned and choked on the pain induced sobs.

"[Y/N]! Oh dear, are you alright?"

He asks, kneeling down next to you.

"Obviously fucking not, Lucifer. Thanks for noticing."

You still got mad at his stupidity.

"It's alright. We're gonna get you some help."

Lucifer nodded to you reassuringly.

"Thanks."

You groan, remaining in your painful position.

***

You were rushed to a hospital and had the three bullets removed. Luckily for you, they all missed important internal organs. Patched up, you were set to leave the next day. So you did. Your club was finally ready to open, all the blood being cleaned. You were more worried about the club’s business than you were about your life ending. If you are expecting Lucifer to help out in any way, you are incorrect. Lucifer does nothing. You guys are still competitors. Business is slower than usual, but it’s not as bad as you had imagined it would be. People tend to walk up, drunk, and ask you about the murder and the attempted murder. Business soon returned back to normal. Turns out, almost getting murdered is a tale to tell. Course, there were the crazies that truly believed you did it and got away with it. Those weren’t the pleasant experiences, but you were just happy that most of it was behind you.

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lovemesomesurveys · 4 years

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All About the Face

Eyes

What color are your eyes? Brown. Do you have big eyes or small eyes? I think they’re small. Do you or anyone you know have a lazy eye? I used to know someone with a lazy eye.

Do you need to wear glasses or contacts? Yep, I wear glasses.

Do you wear “regular-sized sunglass” or “big sunglasses”? I don’t wear sunglasses at all.

Do you pluck your own eyebrows or get them waxed/shaped by a professional? I tweeze them myself. I’ve only had them waxed once and that was when I was like 14. Do you wear eyeshadow often? If so, what colors? I haven’t worn eyeshadow in several years. Do you make wishes on eyelashes? Nah, but I did that when I was a kid. Have you ever pulled your eyelashes out before? Yes. I sometimes mess with my eyelashes and a couple will come out. How often do you have eye boogers/crusties when you wake up? There’s usually a little.

Have you ever had pink eye before? Nope. Name some sights that are appealing to you. Scenic views like of the ocean, mountains, etc. Oh, and Alexander Skarsgard, of course. Do you know anyone who is colorblind? Not that I know of. My chem teacher in high school was colorblind, though. Do you know anyone with two different-colored eyes? I don’t think so. Do you know anyone with a glass eye? Not that I know of. Do you know anyone who uses/wears colored contacts? Probably. Do you tend to look at people when you talk to them, or look away? I switch between both. I can’t hold eye contact the whole time or even for a long time at once before it gets awkward so I have to look away for a bit. When you cry, do tears come out? Yes. The only time they don’t is if I’m not able to cry or I’m all cried out. If I’m crying, though, then there’s definitely tears falling out

How many different parts of the eye can you name without using Google? A few offhand. Do you blink often? I guess? It’s one of those things you do absentmindedly. Would you be any good at a staring contest? No, I’m the worst. Like I said, I can’t do it for long before it gets awkward. Do you know anyone who is blind or legally blind? Yes. Can you do any weird or creepy eyebrow-wiggles? No. Can you make yourself go cross-eyed? No. Do you enjoy watching 3D movies, or do the glasses give you a headache? I find them annoying and it’s hard to wear the glasses over my own.

Are you able to see things from multiple points of view/perspectives? Yeah, I think I’m pretty good about that. Well, except for when it comes to myself and my issues... then I tend to just see one side and it’s negative. Do you get dizzy have blurred vision, or vertigo often? It’s been a few years since I’ve had my eyes checked and I feel the strain and some of the other symptoms that go along with needing a new prescription. Have you ever had to get something small removed from your eye or had any sort of eye surgery before? No. I do get styes now and then, though, which are just super annoying and painful. It’s a bump on my eyelid that lasts for a few days until its ready to drain and yeah, not fun. It goes away on its own, but I do some things to help the process. Do you wear eyeliner or mascara? I did when I wore makeup, which I haven’t for the past few years now.

Ears

Do you have differently-shaped ears? (ex: elfin ears) No. How often did you used to get ear infections as a child? That wasn’t something I dealt with very often. Have you ever failed a hearing test? No, I’ve always had really good hearing. Do you know anyone who is deaf? No, but I know people who are hard of hearing. Are your ears pierced? How many times/what parts? Yes, just my earlobes. Do you have good listening ears? I’m definitely more of a listener than a talker. Have you ever lost your sense of hearing before and had it come back? (ie: had your eardrum burst) No, thankfully.

Do your ears hang low? No. Can you wiggle your ears? Nope. How do you get the earwax out of your ears? I use Q-Tips. What are some sounds that would make you cover your ears? Fireworks, for sure. I usually wear headphones because I just find them way too loud. What are some sounds that are pleasant to your ear? The ocean waves crashing in and out, rain, certain ASMR triggers, piano pieces, the words, “I brought you coffee”... haha. Do you or anyone you know have an auditory processing issue? Not that I’m aware of. Are you guilty of frequent eavesdropping? Not frequent, but I’m guilty of it sometimes. Although, like I said I have really good hearing so I tend to hear things without even trying or even wanting to. Have you ever gotten anything stuck in your ear canal before? If so, then what? Ow, no.

Nose

Do you have a large, medium, or small nose? I think it’s small. Are your nostrils small or large? Small. Do you get seasonal allergies? I do. How often are you guilty of digging for emeralds? I just get a tissue and blow my nose if needed. What’s the highest number of sneezes that you’ve done in a row? I don’t know; a few. My dad often has sneezing fits that seem to go on forever. And he sneezes really loud, too. What are some smells that are unpleasant to you? Old food, garbage, shit, too much perfume or cologne, too much air freshener, Sharpies, seafood, skunks, alcohol, nail polish, nail polish remover, shoe cleaner, most cleaning products... What are some of the best smells, in your opinion? The ocean/beachy air, rain, patchouli, cedar wood, sandalwood, pine, coconut, lemon, vanilla, cinnamon, mint, coffee, garlic, my favorite foods, sweet smells, powder... Are there any unusual smells that you enjoy that most others do not? (ie: gasoline, Sharpies) I do like the smell of gasoline. What’s your favorite candle or air freshener scent? I like the autumnal scents from Bath & Body Works. Have you ever stuck anything up your nose before? If so, then what? No. Do you get frequent nosebleeds? Do you know what causes them? No, thankfully I’ve never had one. Do you have any nose piercings? If so, then where? Nope. Have you ever had a broken nose before? Nope. Have you ever lost your sense of smell before? How did it happen? Yeah, like when I have a horrible cold or allergies. Do you use any sort of nasal spray? Very rarely. When’s the last time that you had both nostrils close up on you at once? Almost a year ago when I got sick with a bad cold. Do you have a habit of being nosy and sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong? No. Have you ever snorted any sort of drug before? If so, then what? No. Do you snort when you laugh? Nope.

How often do you get sinus infections? Very, very rarely. It’s been years. How long does it take you to get through an entire box of tissues when you’re relatively healthy? I don’t use a box of tissues unless I have a bad cold.

Mouth

Do you have plump lips, thin lips, or one of each? Thin, but my bottom lip is a little bigger. Do you wear more lipstick or lip gloss? If you wear it, what shade do you normally choose? I haven’t in years. Do you use lip liner? Nah. I never bothered with lip liner. Do you remember those LipSmacker Chapsticks from your childhood? Which was your favorite one? Yes, I loved those. The fun ones like the ones that were supposed to taste like soda or candy were my favorite. Even better were the ones shaped like a soda bottle or various things. This store in the mall, Claire’s, has a ton of those. Years ago I had one shaped like a little Hershey’s strawberry syrup bottle, it was super cute. What brand of chapstick do you use as an adult now, if any? I like EOS. Do you have a tendency to pick at your lips or chew on them? Ugh, yes I do both. A lot. Who’s the last person you kissed? Joseph, many years ago. Do you lick your lips often? Yes. Do you make “the fish face” often in photos? No, I never liked that look. Have you ever had gingivitis in your gums? No. Do your gums bleed when you brush your teeth? No. How often do you brush your teeth? At least once a day. How often do you floss? I don’t. :X What brand of mouthwash do you use, if any? I don’t use any. How many teeth are in your mouth currently? I don’t know. Do you have any cavities? Yes. Have you ever had a root canal? Yes, a few times. What color are your teeth? White, but not pearly white. I could use some whitening strips. What brand of toothpaste do you use? Sensodyne. Have you ever had any teeth extracted? Yes. How old were you when your last baby tooth came out? Hm. I don’t recall. Do you grind your teeth at night in your sleep? Sometimes. Have you ever broken your jaw before? No. Have you ever swallowed something you shouldn’t have? No. Has your throat ever started to close up from something before? Noo, thankfully. That sounds terrifying.

Have you ever choked? If so, on what? Yes, I’ve gotten food and a pill stuck in my throat. How many times have you had strep throat? I think less than a handful of times. It’s been a very long time since the last time I’ve had it. What is something that causes your throat to itch? When it’s dry.

Have you ever lost your voice before? If so, when was the last time? Yeah. It’s been several years since that has happened as well. Like, over 10 years. Have you ever lost your sense of taste before? How long did it take to come back? It happens when I’m really sick. What are some of your favorite foods that taste delicious to you? Wingstop’s boneless lemon pepper and garlic parm wings, ramen, breakfast burritos or sandwiches, scrambled eggs with garlic, spinach, green onions, and shredded cheese, and scrambled eggs and biscuits smothered in country gravy with hash browns. Can you fold your tongue into a taco shape? How about a clover? Nope. Can you tie a cherry stem into a knot with your tongue? Nope. What’s the last thing you licked? The spoon I used in my coffee. Can you roll your R’s? Nope. Who is the last person that you stuck your tongue out at? I don’t recall. That’s not something I tend to do. Have you ever choked on your own saliva before? Yes. It seems like I choke on just air even sometimes. How frequently do you experience dry mouth? Ugh, that’s something I really struggle with. Have your parents ever threatened to wash your mouth out with soap before? No. Who’s the last person that you mouthed off to, and why? I don’t mouth off to people. Do you speak any other languages? A little Spanish. Have you ever worn braces or retainers? Nope.

Chin & Cheeks/The Whole Face

Do you need to shave your upper lip or chin? No, not at the moment. Do you shave your entire face? If so, how often? No. Do you have a moustache? No. Do you have a beard? No. Have you ever fractured your cheek bone? Ow, no.

Who was the last person to kiss your cheek? My mom. Do your cheeks get extra red in any of the following instances: sickness/fever, drinking alcohol, cold/windy weather, embarrassment, or infatuation? When I’m sick, hot, nervous, and when I used to drink. Do you have any relatives who are guilty of pinching your cheeks and making comments about how big you’ve grown? No.

Are you mature enough to turn the other cheek? Usually. And to just avoid confrontation and drama. I’ll stew about stuff on my own and be upset about things for awhile, but I’m not one to hold a grudge. When’s the last time that you said something cheeky, and who did you say it to? Something jokingly to my brother, probably. Has anyone ever slapped you across the face before? If so, what was the reason? No. Do you get a lot of blackheads or acne? If so, are there any special products that you use in order to combat this? No, I just get like a couple now and then. I struggled with acne back when I was a teenager and young adult, though. Do you wear blush or foundation? I rarely bothered with blush back when I wore makeup and I dabbled with foundation for a short bit. My main staples when it came to makeup was honestly just eyeliner and mascara, and maybe a tinted balm. What shape face do you have? Oval or heart shaped. Do you have any scars on your face? Yes, a few little ones. Would you ever consider getting a face lift or Botox? Nah.

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goldenworldsabound · 5 years

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Second Challenge II

Sequal to Part I. The team finds themselves beneath the weird bar they were in before, where a new set of challenges awaits. Is it finally Philly’s time to shine?

It was hard to say how far they fell - but it couldn't have been too far, as no one sustained any serious injuries. Wendy had landed on top of Shizuo and Philly, breaking her fall quite well. Shizuo was, of course, fine. Philly knew he was going to have bruises from this. His body, though immortal, still got hurt like a normal person. And he was feeling the impact of landing on the cold metal floor.

Wait, what?

He looked around the room they found themselves in a bit dumb founded as Shizuo helped Wendy to her feet. It was...quite a bit different from upstairs. The theming was beginning to fall apart. There were some dilapidated boards on the walls, but many were missing or peeling, revealing sleek metal underneath. And the floor was entirely metal.

Lastly, there was an edge to the floor on one side, leading to a huge drop off that appeared to be...endless. On the other side of the drop, there was a bar similar to the one upstairs, though noticeably this one was in great shape - the wood was clean and shiny, with a variety of drinks in mugs and glasses on the bar. Behind it was a wall which seemed to have actual alcohol, like a fully stocked bar would.

"Why is the alcohol over there?" Philly groaned, quickly determining the gap was far too wide to jump across.

Shizuo gave him an irritated stare. Philly glared back at him.

"Maybe there will be more things to shoot?" Wendy suggested, peering across the hole, looking for targets. "Ah!" She grinned with delight as one appeared, slowly wiggling it's way across the bar, with the same rusty creaking as upstairs, despite the cleaner appearance.

Philly spun his gun on his finger, watching the target, before grabbing it correctly and firing in one smooth step. He nailed the target, and the confetti fell as it had before. The target lowered out of sight.

He gave Wendy a knowing smirk, turning on his charm, relishing in being the hero this time. She clasped her hands together, clearly thrilled.

There was a low rumbling. From behind the bar, a blocky robot rose up. It was comical, wearing a cowboy hat, a bandana, what was clearly a fake moustache, and holding a gun.

"What the fuck is that?" Philly asked, frowning even as he sized it up.

The robot fired the gun.

Philly dodged aside as the bullet whizzed past him. Shit. Bad, bad, bad.

"Get her safe!" He yelled, firing back at the robot. His bullet went through one of the glasses, shattering it and spraying liquid. Glass sharpnel pierced the robot, and the green circle appeared. But it fired again.

Meanwhile, Shizuo had grabbed Wendy, pulling her into him, his body between her and the robot. "Already on it!" He yelled, bringing the both of them to the edge of the room. The robot seemed to be aiming at Philly specifically, that much was clear.

Philly fired again at the robot, hitting it in the forehead. That seemed to do it. A green circle appeared, and confetti fell, and the robot dropped behind the counter.

"That was fun." Philly commented, both guns still in hand, eyes flicking around the room nervously. He noticed that Wendy was looking at him tearfully, but he couldn't let that distract him from whatever was going on here. He could feel that it wasn't over.

There was a loud mechanical whirring and myriad clacking. A whole mob of robots rose up from behind the counter, all equally ridiculously garbed in stereotypical cowboy clothing and fake moustaches.

They began to fire.

"Philly!" Wendy cried out. He rolled away in a panic. Shit! He was pretty sure he didn't have enough bullets to take all of them out. There were the grenades from the last place, but he wasn't sure he could get them out fast enough without getting shot. And the chasm was wide, bringing into question his ability to throw far enough. This seemed like a puzzle, a game, so there had to be another solution. He prided himself on being scrappy and winning even when the odds were against him, so there had to be something!

As he came out of his roll he saw the chandelier dangling over the other side. How long had that been there? He hadn't noticed it before. Well, whatever. That would take out most of the robots, all of them if he was lucky. He fired at the chain holding it up, hitting it twice. The chandelier fell to the ground with a crash, the shattering of all the booze in the bar adding additional volume.

He narrowly dodged as the remaining robot fired at him. With a grin, he shot it in the forehead. It staggered back, before collapsing onto the pile of it's beaten kin.

Philly panted, looking around for any signs of further battle. Confetti fell over the entirety of the other side. Then nothing.

"Philly!" Wendy dashed over to him, worry and excitement mixed together on her face. She tackled him with a hug. "I was so scared for you." He holstered his guns, wrapping his arms around her too.

"It was a little on the edge there for a bit." He chuckled. "But I'm world class, baby."

He could see Shizuo pretending not to watch from behind his sunglasses. Philly smirked. Shizuo grit his teeth, turning his face away.

"It was really impressive. I'm just so glad you didn't get hurt. I don't know what we'd do without you." Wendy continued, gripping the back of his shirt a bit tighter for a moment.

"I feel the same way about you." He mumbled, squeezing her gently back. "I'm still a bit nervous we're not done here..."

"Oh, we are! I have the...the power from earlier." She looked at her hands, releasing Philly from her hug. She looked at Shizuo, wandering over to him. "Thank you for protecting me, Shizuo." She smiled.

He blushed a bit, before smiling back. "I can't imagine doing anything else in that situation."

Wendy took his hand, and then took Philly's hand, smiling shyly with a blush on her cheeks as she did so. "We can go to the next challenge when you two are ready."

"No refill ammo this time, huh?" Philly observed.

"And no food." Shizuo added. "Not much of anything."

"I have a good feeling about the next place. I can't really explain it. It's not my feeling but," she squeezed their hands. "With you two here I'm sure we'll be okay either way."

They both grinned at her, nodding. The air sparkled around them, and they were gone. The room closed in on itself, winking out of existence.

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Like A Whisper In The Night - 7

Layne sat next to Bucky in a black armored car in the parking lot of First Avenue in downtown Minneapolis. She looked out the window at the black painted building a let out a shaky breath, smiling softly when she felt Bucky’s metal fingers trace along the knuckles of her hand in comfort. The bricks were covered in silver painted stars, the names of performers who graced the iconic stage written in big black letters in the stars. One large golden star stood out from the rest, PRINCE written in the middle and purple flowers taped to the wall, a candle sat undisturbed on the ground below it.

It had taken Layne two days to call in all her favours and make a solid mission plan before they could come out. Clint, Natasha, and Steve were working security and bartending at The Myth fifteen minutes out of town. Wanda, Vision, and Loki were at The Pourhouse eight blocks down. Sam, Tony, and Bucky were with Layne at First Avenue. Marcus, the owner of First Avenue and Seventh Street Entrance, called for a big price when Layne called him up. They had a night with no band and a Dorothy reunion would sell out the venue. It didn’t matter that she said that her employer, Tony Stark, was the VIP; Marcus was a man who always got what he wanted. This forced Layne to bite the bullet and call up the best friend and bandmate that she abandoned without a word. Layne did a lot of apologizing, a lot of crying, and then spent a whole three extra hours catching up with her guitarist like they had been speaking every day since Layne left. The band agreed to get back together for the show and First Avenue indeed sold out, causing Marcus to close Seventh Street so that he could have enough staff on First Avenue.

And that’s what puts us in this dingy parking lot that was already housing a large beat-up red pickup truck that had the tailgate open and amps ready to be brought in. “Those idiots are going to get their shit stolen like last year,” Layne grumbled unlocking her door and stepping unceremoniously into the freezing Minnesota wind. Despite it being almost March the city was still frigid, icy, and blanketed in a thick layer of snow.

“At least it’s cleaner than New York,” Layne heard Sam say from his and Tony’s car behind her. “About as dreary, though,” Bucky replied. “Who the fuck uses the word ‘dreary’ in real life?” Sam shot back.

Their bantering was lost on Layne as she stood staring at the open doorway to the back of the club. A woman in her mid-forties came stomping outside. Bucky and Sam silenced instantly and Tony lowered his sunglasses to get a better look at her. She was all tits and ass in a tiny black tank top with a Harley Davidson leather coat, ripped up black skinny jeans and high heeled motorcycle boots. Her red hair rivaled Natasha’s and was swept back into a red bandanna. Her persona oozed power and control and dared everyone in her path to fuck with her, no seriously, please fuck with her.

“Now, I know that trash bag, Layne Hardin, did not just step out of some foreign piece of shit that costs more than my house.” The bark that came from the woman was unabashedly northern Minnesota.

“Well, I know only one gutter hoe that drives some rusted piece of shit Chevy and leaves fifteen hundred dollars worth of equipment out in the open to get stolen. Must be fucking Susanna Sweet.” Layne called back, hands on her hips, hair falling down over one shoulder.

Susanna took her aviator sunglasses off and stared Layne down sternly before her face broke into a large smile, a jovial laugh ripping out of her. “Girl, get your skinny white ass over here.” Layne ran at Susanna and jumped into her arms.

The three men just looked at each other with wide eyes full of concern and confusion. Tony stepped forward, straightening the suit jacket he was wearing over his vintage AC/DC shirt, which Layne had already threatened to steal.

“Um, yeah, hi. Excuse me? What’s happening here?” Tony asked pointing between the two ladies.

Layne giggled as Sue put her back down on the ground. “This, gentlemen, is Minnesota’s, no the entire fucking tri state area’s, best and most in-demand guitarist. Ms. Susanna Sweet. She’ll fuck you up,” Layne added, her face going very serious. “Suzu, this is Bucky, Sam, and Tony.”

“Girl, you flatter me. And still curse with such a wonderful eloquence and fluidity, only good thing to come out of you being a Navy brat. Now grab your shit and help unload the truck,” the biker babe laughed and grabbed a large Marshall stack amp.

“You’re a Navy brat?” Bucky asked, him and Sam looking at her with mild disgust. Layne sneered at the Army boys and stuck her tongue out.

“Does it make you like me less? Honestly, the Army ego coming out of the three of you could choke a horse. Can we least agree that at least I’m not Air Force and get some fucking help with heavy shit?” Layne scoffed. The boys looked at each other and shrugged in agreement before going over to the truck to help with the cabs and amps.

Layne grabbed her guitar case and a garment bag from the car and led the boys into the venue. Sue caught up to her and threaded her arm into Layne’s. Layne didn’t know if she was ready for this and she knew she had to keep herself toned down if she wanted to keep some semblance of professionalism after this was said and done, but this Minnesota air brought a lot back for her.

“So, Ms. Sweet, you were in the Army?” Sam asked sidling up to the two of them.

Sue smirked. “Mm, are you offering to buy me a drink and swap war stories?”

~*~

There was a half an hour before doors open and the stage was all set up and sound tested. Layne had introduced her boys to Cass and Taylor, her bassist and drummer. Cass was a tiny pixie of a thing, barely scraping over five feet and had a shock of short purple hair. She was decked out a red leather dress with black knee high, fur lined Demonia’s to give herself an extra six inches. Taylor was taller and stockier, she had well defined muscles from constant drumming as she worked as studio drummer now for a living and filled in with different bands as needed. She always dressed simple for shows since it got hot and she was behind a kit, she wore one of their old band tank tops and a pair a black biker shorts under a black kilt with white Converses, her thick blond hair was up in pig tails.

Everyone was milling around the main center bar when Layne approached, wearing an ostentatious tan faux fur coat that brushed around her knees, it was clasped shut so you could only see the torn fishnet stockings and blood red Doc Martins. Her makeup was her traditional over smoked eye and bright red lips and her hair was curled and coiffed with probably an entire can of hair spray.

“Well, that’s a look, rock star,” Sam said staring down his nose at her. Layne rolled her eyes and waved at Dave, the bartender.

“We keep Layne around for the tight ass and sex hair,” Sue joked handing out shots of whiskey as Dave passed them to her.

“No drinking on the job, Hardin,” Tony started and tried to take the shot from her only to have three Minnesota ladies block his hand.

“No, no, no. You do not get to stop this train wreck, this train wreck gets us paid. It’s a sold out show and besides, we bought you one too.” Cass waved a finger at Tony before presenting him with his shot. Layne winced at the multiple accounts of being called a train wreck, but let it go. Taylor raised her shot and was met with shots from the other girls. The boys shared That Look again before shrugging and raising their glasses up as well.

“SKOL!” Taylor called slamming her shot on the bar before tilting it back down her throat. The girls mimicked followed by three very confused boys.

“What job are you working that you can’t fucking drink at? Sounds like piss,” Taylor cussed tapping the bar for a refill. Dave obliged and the girl pounded that shot as well.

“I am…working in the genetics lab for Mr. Stark,” Layne supplied carefully. Layne wasn’t ready to tell her friends that she was an Avenger. She didn’t want to let these two lives leak together, they were oil and water and they needed to always be separate.

“Fucking told you she’d lie about it. Ah, well.” The blond drummer deflated. Layne looked at her girls sadly as Cass and Susanna both frowned at Layne.

Susanna shook her head placed her elbow’s on Layne’s shoulders and her chin on top of her head. “Doors open soon. Let’s get backstage and look at that notebook of yours. Plus you need to tell me which one of these three you’re sleeping with, because I know it’s one of them.”

Bucky choked on his water and Sam and Tony gave him a reproachful look. Sue, Taylor and Cass headed towards the back snickering to themselves.

Layne sighed and dropped her elbows on the bar top. Dave handed her a 1.75 of Jack, as per normal, and Layne smiled tersely. Pulling a silver Sharpie out of the top of her boot she scrawled her name across the front and stuck the Sharpie back in place.

“Gonna stay level up there, kid?” Tony asked suddenly clapping her on the shoulder.

Layne smirked and caught Bucky’s eyes. She wanted to make sure he heard her. “Oh, this isn’t for me. You’re in for quite a show boys. And Bucky, you better be damn good on that front line because you’re going to have a rough ride.” Layne moved to head to the backstage, catching the flush on Bucky’s cheeks and smirking, but Tony kept a hold of her shoulder. He pulled a wooden box about the size of his palm out of his inner suit pocket.

“Stark, I’m flattered. But it’s not me, it’s you,” Layne joked holding her hand up in a stop motion.

“Ha. Ha. You’re adorable. Here,” he opened the box and inside were two silver bangles about an inch thick. He pulled them out and clasped them around her wrists. “So, ideally, these are grounders. They should let you half project, again ideally. We haven’t had time to test them obviously. It should be able to let you still see auras, but you wont be leaving your body. Which also means you can’t actually project into someone else, so you’ll need to hit this button to deactivate them. But you’ll still hit the dirt. I don’t know what to do about that.” Tony looked at you anxiously as you admired the simple bands on your wrists, rotating your hands so they glinted in the overhead lights.

“Thank you, Tony. They’re perfect. They’ll work perfect on the stage, too.” Layne reached over and gave Tony a peck on the cheek. She nodded to the boys and took off after her girls.

~*~

There was nothing between Bucky and 800 people except for waist high metal fence that wasn’t even latched to the floor. It was those grates and two other security guards that were separating the screaming fans and the stage. Bucky’s eyes flashed around to all the exits and doors and bars anxiously. There were too many people and he had no clue who he was looking for in the sea of bobbing heads and crashing shoulders. There weren’t enough exits to not make a dangerous situation even worse in case of a stampede. His tongue flicked out over his lips and he was slightly reassured by Redwing hovering above everyone - not that he would ever admit that to Sam. His blue eyes cast up to the balcony where Tony sat on the long leather couch with a glass of amber liquid, a few girls in tiny dresses, and one of the house security guards (purely for appearances at this point).

The two guys on either side of him had warned Bucky of Layne’s shows. They told him of the two times the show got so crazy they had to call half of the Minneapolis police department because the party spilled into the streets after the show. They warned him about how she liked to jump into the crowd. They warned him that she could drink like a fish, puke off stage during a guitar solo, then come back and keep drinking. All the bartenders called her Puke’N’Rally with a fondness and they had two cases of Jack Daniels tucked up off stage for the girls and the crowd. They warned him that Layne would probably mess with him, she messed with all the stage security, but the new guys always got it rough.

Bucky tried to reassure the men that Layne wasn’t drinking because this was for a Stark work event, but they just gave each other a look that Bucky could tell meant they didn’t believe him.

“Lesser men than Tony Stark have tried to get that girl to quit drinking,” the large black man to his left, Darren, said. “I’ve carried that girl out into a cab more times than I can count.”

“Well, she’s fucking sad and just a kid,” said the guy to his right, Mike. The man was all long grizzled silver hair and beard and sounded permanently stoned. “Like, you can hear it in her music. No one taught her how to cope. I’ve been there, man.”

Bucky looked between the two men who knew her so much better than he did, then any of the Avengers did. He felt tense in his chest, was she just placated him back in the kitchen when she promised she would moderate herself? And Bucky understood that she wanted to hit the pause button on whatever they were doing, but even with the plane ride to Minnesota and in the car to the venue she had barely said two words to him. He knew what it was like to be trapped in your own head and he probably wasn’t the shining example of healthy coping, but anything was healthier than what she was doing. He found himself extremely worried that she didn’t care enough about how much she was hurting herself.

The opening band was another local three piece girl band called Kloud. They sounded fast and angry, Sam told Bucky through the ear piece that it was called punk and that they were pretty good. He wasn’t a fan, he definitely preferred the more blusey stuff. He peeked over his left shoulder and saw Layne standing off to the side stage with the rest of her band going over something in a notebook. The last of the stage hands finished setting Dorothy’s instruments and the lights lowered in the room. The crowd started going nuts, they surged forward and Bucky placed his foot against the bottom of his rail to keep it place.

Cass, Susanna, and Taylor strutted out onto the stage, fists in the air, and took up their instruments. Cass hits the first chord on her bass and the note shakes the entire building. She picks a beat, a steady dum-dum-dum, and Taylor follows in march behind on the bass drum. Its to that beat that Bucky’s ears pick up the stomp of Layne’s gait onto the stage, he sees Sam’s eyebrow raise on the second floor and takes a peek over his shoulder. Bucky’s heart stutters in his chest as he took in the sight of Layne’s lithe form being hugged by a black silk and lace negligee under her billowing fur coat. It ended maybe inches below her ass, the small straps barely holding up the swell of her breasts. A black velvet choker wrapped around her neck, a flat black stone nestled in the soft of her throat.

Her brown eyes cast around the crowd and into the balcony - finding both Sam and Tony, a small smirk gracing her face before she punched her fist into the air. “Minne-fucking-apolis!” She called and the crowd just roared triumphantly. She poured a few shots out of her bottle of Jack into little plastic cups and carried them to the front of the stage, standing behind the security guard to Bucky’s left.

“How is everyone feeling tonight?” The crowd roared back. “Oh no, that doesn’t sound good enough. Let Momma make it better my wild ones.” Layne carefully stepped on the guard’s shoulder and he held onto her ankle as she reached forward and handed out the shots. The fans who got them cheered and slammed them down. Bucky tried to hold down the acidic taste of jealousy that burned in his stomach as he watched Darren’s large hand wrap around her shin. It was done so casually that Bucky knew that wasn’t the first time those hands had been there. “That’s better! I want you bitches clapping!” Layne pushed gracefully off of Darren’s shoulder, her fingernails dragging slowly over his cheek and made her way back to the center of the stage, sliding her microphone in it’s stand.

“Oh, Set me on fire Oh, Kerosene eyes Oh, Lookin’ right through me Sellin’ my soul for one night”

She spread her arms out to the side, baring herself wide for everyone in that venue. Every time Layne opened her mouth it was like Bucky could hear further into her soul.

~*~

Layne missed this, being surrounded by her girls and the music and the screaming crowd. She would often sit back at Avengers Tower and wonder what her life would be if she had signed that record deal instead of agreeing to keep the world safe. If she hadn’t let her parents break her spirit, she really thought she could have been something.

Layne grabbed her bottle and ripped her microphone from the stand. Walking to the front of the stage she fell to her knees behind Bucky and carded her fingers through his hair. She felt him stiffen slightly and turn his head to look back at her with a warning glare. She winked and licked her lips at him.

“Oh, Doin’ me dirty Oh, Tellin’ me lies Oh, You are not worthy Tellin’ myself it’s the last time”

Layne flung one leg over Bucky’s shoulder, hooking him at the knee and pushed her other foot off the front of the stage so he’d lean forward. He held her leg close to his chest and gave her a furious look as she held her bottle out to pour the amber liquid into the mouths of the people on the other side of the barricades.

“Cause nothing good comes after midnight Ain’t no good love come from pain Nothing good comes after midnight When you play the Devil’s game Oh, after midnight.”

Layne pulled back from the fans and Bucky took that as his sign to help her back onto the stage. Layne leaned down, her hair creating a curtain between them and the rest of the venue, and brushed her lips across his cheek. Layne straightened and pumped her fist in beat with the drums and guitar. “Hands in the fucking air!” Layne clapped along to the beat, getting the whole venue into her motions.

“Susanna Sweet, everyone,” she called out, and the crowd cheered as Susanna stepped forward - her black Les Paul with lime green cobwebs shining in the stage lights. Layne stepped back and sat down on the drum stand, setting down her bottle of Jack and grabbing a bottle of water. Sweat was running in rivulets down her neck and into her cleavage already. She looked down at the bangles on her wrists and made sure they were turned on before taking a deep breath and feeling herself start to float.

It felt like there were chains binding her consciousness to her body, but she could see everyone’s auras like if she was separated. She could feel her head turn as she scanned the crowd, counting the yellow auras of enhanced individuals. There were more than she expected, at least forty that she could see on the main floor and about twenty up on the balconies. Layne settled back into herself, blinking slowly as her vision readjusted just in time for the guitar solo to end. She strutted back across the stage finishing the song and sending hand signals to Tony and Sam about her count.

The song ended and the crowd cheered. Layne gave a brilliant smile and motioned up at RedWing hovering above everyone. “Everyone smile for the cute drone. You can buy the DVD of this performance next month on our Facebook page.” Layne winked up at Sam as he sent RedWing down around the crowd taking facial scans of everyone that looked into it’s camera. All the intel was being sent direction to Agent Hill back at the compound.

The next song started and Layne switched back from undercover agent to performer. Halfway through the show she shed her coat entirely, she definitely noticed Bucky keeping a sharper eye on her when she got close to the other security or stretched over to the crowd. At one point she got tired of his side looks and poured half a bottle of Jack over his front, making the ladies in the audience hoot and holler as his black shirt stuck to his chiseled form. He growled at her angrily and snatched the bottle from her hand, lobbing it into the crowd who cheered and the other security guards looked at him with “I told you so” stares. Layne had simply cracked a new one from the box next to the drum stand. It was common for them to go through at least ten bottles a show.

During the solos Layne would take the opportunity to recount auras. She had noticed a definite five were missing, but at a whiskey peddling rock show that could be for any reason. It wasn’t until towards the end of the night that she noticed a yellow aura and a blue aura towards the back in the shadows pull another yellow aura towards them and fight them towards the front door. Layne sent a quick signal to Tony and Sam, who immediately went on the move. Layne moved to Susanna and whispered in her ear that she had to go do work. Susanna looked into Layne’s eyes for a moment before nodding and starting the opening to their traditional show ender.

The crowd started to dance and clap to the beat. “Whiskey in the air, Minnesota. You know how we end this shit!” Layne nodded at Bucky who looked back at her with steely blue eyes. She knew that either Tony or Sam informed him of the problem over the comlink, but he didn’t know how he was going to get Layne off stage to go after them. Layne gritted her teeth, having left that part out of debriefing Bucky because she knew he would argue her on it.

Cracking a new bottle of whiskey, she signaled for the security guard to Bucky’s left. Darren had been stage security at all of their shows, he knew what was about to happen. He held his hands palms up for her as she carefully stepped onto his shoulders, holding one of his hands gently as she stepped down onto the barrier. Bucky was about ready to rip her back towards the stage but she just signaled him with her chin to meet her on the other side of the main floor. He glared at her and licked his lips before darting out to the side stage.

“Oh, mama, don’t you leave me alone No tellin’ what I’ll do on my own Oh, mama, there’s a pit in my soul So deep I gotta fill it up now, fill it up now FILL IT UP NOW!”

Layne stepped carefully onto the shoulders of the man on the other side of the barrier, she poured a shot from her bottle into his mouth as she stepped to the man behind him.

“Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey fever You’re my evil, you’re my evil Whiskey, whiskey, whiskey fever You’re my evil, you’re my evil love”

Layne made her way across the room on the shoulders of the crowd, pouring shots down their throats as she went. The crowd crammed together on her path, she could see Bucky’s frustrated blue eyes at the end. His gloved fingers were twitched for the weapons he kept hidden on his person, ready to give chase with the rest of them.

“Whoah, mama, can’t you say that I’m wrong Bad habits been bustin’ my bones Hell, mama’s gonna swallow me whole God knows I gotta fill it up now, fill it up now FILL IT UP NOW!”

Layne made it to the end and hopped down into Bucky’s arms, smiling as his whiskey damp shirt smacked into her sweat drenched face. “Up,” she whispered to Bucky who rolled his eyes and lifted her up. “Thank you Minnesota. I love you so much! Make sure you all get a beer and put it on Tony Stark’s tab!” Bucky set her down and Layne left her microphone with Dave behind the bar. She grabbed Bucky’s hand and pulled him out to the door with the crowd chanting ‘Dorothy’ as they ran out into the cold Minneapolis air.

Bucky handed Layne her com and she placed it in her ear. “Whisper online,” she said, her eyes darting around the dark night looking for a sign of Stark or Wilson flying around.

“Hey, rock star! That was quite a show. We’ve got tail on a white laundromat delivery van. We watched two males shove a woman inside. They’re approaching Hennepin Street,” Wilson said and Layne turned in the direction of the corresponding street.

“This way,” Layne said breathlessly and took off at a run, Bucky close on her heels. “Get team Pourhouse out here. They’re on Hennepin, might catch them faster.”

“Layne, you have no weapons or armor. You should go back to the venue,” Bucky yelled, watching as her slip slid up to just underneath her butt. He flushed crimson and tried not to focus on where he was running.

“Maybe don’t stare at my ass, Barnes, and it wouldn’t be a problem,” Layne looked at him over her shoulder briefly with a wicked look in her eyes. She reached up to the choker on her neck and pressed the black gem, a ripple passed over her body as her black cat suit spread out down her arms, torso, and legs.

“Loki already hooked me up,” Layne laughed as she took a sharp turn into an alley and hopped onto the grating of a parking garage, pulling herself up to the third level and running to the side that faced Hennepin. Bucky came to pause next to her and looked down the road, ignoring the fact that she was panting heavily next to him clearly out of breath from sprinting.

“Hey, thanks for keeping your word on the whole drinking thing. Granted, you could have not poured it all out over me,” Bucky said softly, pulling his Glock out of it’s holster.

Layne looked at him sideways for a minute while pulling her long dark hair up in a ponytail. “Um, well, I told you I don’t drink on missions. I mean, that one shot excluded. Did you think I was lying to you?”

Bucky shook his head, his brown hair tied into a loose knot on the back of his neck. “No. I mean, I had heard you’ve tried to stop in the past and it not working out but, I mean, I…don’t…know” Bucky’s words died in his throat as he watched realization dawn on Layne’s face. She clicked her tongue and nodded, a smile of disbelief on her face.

“Here I was thinking you were going to be something different,” Layne said harshly, more to herself than to Bucky. The white van came into view, stopping at a red light below them. Without giving Bucky a heads up she pushed from the shadows of the parking ramp and landed on the roof of the van, rolling to lessen the impact and hopping off just as she felt the van lurch with a crash signaling Bucky’s landing on the hood.

Layne wrenched the back doors open and eight sobbing girls came into view. They were all wearing bar clothes, makeup smeared across their faces from their tears. Their hands and feet were bound and a cloth was tied in their mouths. She could hear the sounds of running footsteps behind her and the jets from Tony and Sam.

A man was in the back with the girls, his brown hair shaved short on the sides contrasting with long thick curls on the top, his brown eyes the same shade as Layne’s. He stood quickly and rushed at Layne, shoving her back into the ground. He smirked at her as she stared up at him with shock.

“Danny?” she whispered before her youngest brother vaulted off of her and took off into the alleys.

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