have a little faith | ocean's eleven au
“Look alive, boys.” Romanoff called, sauntering into the hotel suite with a smirk as she tossed the motorcycle keys to Barnes. “You’re late.”
“You were supposed to be back two hours ago,” Rogers said with a frown, emerging from the bathroom as he struggled with his bowtie. “Did you find him?”
Romanoff shrugged nonchalantly, slumping next to Hill on the sofa. The brunette woman passed her the bag of chips, eyes never leaving the game of Galaga in front of her. “Dropped Lewis off at the gala on the way here; figured we shouldn’t be wasting any time, with all of Stark’s screeching and all.”
There was an indignant squawk from the comms, but it was ignored as Rogers grimaced, making a sound of frustration as he yanked the end of the bowtie off from around his neck. “You were supposed to bring him here for debriefing,” he said tersely, snatching up a regular tie and biting down a scowl when Romanoff waved her hand dismissively.
“Lewis is the best grifter on the entire North American continent,” Hill commented mildly, and Wilson perked up from his seat at the bar. “Have a little faith, Rogers.”
“I apologize, some of us are new to the whole crime thing,” he muttered under his breath. Neither Romanoff nor Hill even responded to the barb.
“Wait, we’ve got Lewis?” Wilson shook his head, a little awestruck. “Man, Hammer’s not gonna know what hit him…”
“We’re live,” Hill interrupted sharply, and the computer game in front of her flickered into quarters, security feeds streaming directly to the screens. She typed a few lines, switching views until she caught sight of a blond man in waiter’s garb, serving a dark-skinned man. “I’ve got eyes on Barton and the Colonel. Odinson?”
“One moment,” a deep voice rumbled over the comms, and in the corner of one screen there was a flicker of movement before a blonde man stepped into view, assuming a guard position in front of a door. “I’m in position.”
“Stark and Banner should be on the gala floor by now,” Romanoff muttered, and sure enough there was a figure, surrounded by people and gesturing wildly to a curly-haired man next to him. She turned to look over her shoulder, when Rogers was fumbling with the laces on his dress shoes. “Better catch up, Cap. Everyone’s waiting on you.”
“No need; I’ve got things covered,” a new voice chimed in, and Barnes, Rogers, and Wilson froze. Barton looked up at the camera, tense and alert, while Tony paused mid-sentence, recovering admirably despite the worry visible in his features.
“Who’s that?” Wilson mouthed, and Romanoff rolled her eyes.
“Lewis, what’s your status?” she asked deliberately, and all three men in the room turned to stare at Romanoff incredulously.
“Lewis is a woman?” Barnes muttered dubiously, but blinked in surprise when a snappy retort rang through the shared comm line.
“Yes, I’m a woman, you meathead, unless you know something I don’t.” Hill barked out a laugh, and pulled one of the security feeds into full screen. A dark-haired woman – and there was no mistaking her gender, not with that dress – was striding down a corridor, her evening gown hiked up dangerously high as she stalked down the hallway in five inch heels. Romanoff could hear both Rogers and Barnes inhale sharply, and Wilson released a low, smooth whistle of appreciation.
“Definitely a woman,” he muttered, not quite hiding his appreciation, and a the woman on the screen laughed.
“You must be one of them soldiers,” Lewis remarked, and all three men watched with varying expressions of surprise as she approached Odinson’s position and poked him in the stomach, of all things. Twice.
“Look at you. Still all muscly and everything,” Lewis said, and Romanoff had to bite down her laugh as Rogers damn near choked. “How’s Jane?”
“Jane is fine.” Odinson smiled down at Lewis, moving aside. “You’re set, then?”
“Please.” Lewis scoffed, pushing open the door as she fished a USB from out of her cleavage. “Like taking candy from a baby.” Odinson laughed, partially from her cheeky grin and partially from Barnes’s not-so-stealthy whisper of “holy shit,” and stepped in front of the door as it closed behind her.
“Like Hill said, Rogers.” Romanoff grinned smugly, reveling at the matching, gaping expressions of the men behind her. “Have a little faith.”