edge | ocean's eleven au (part two)
Hill leaned down to speak into the microphone. “Ready?”
On screen, there was a small, dark figure, inching towards the building edge, and Rogers scowled again.
“Why does she have to be the one – ”
“Because you’re the bait, as I’ve said a thousand times,” Romanoff snapped, and Rogers’s cheeks turned red. “Hammer’s girlfriend likes them blonde, buff, and busty.”
Barnes whooped in laughter, and Rogers stammered furiously, “T-t-then what about – ”
“Odinson is in a relationship, you aren’t – case closed.” Romanoff huffed as the figure on screen crept forward another inch. “Lewis! Sometime this century would be nice!”
She watched as Lewis peered over the edge of the building, backpedaling instantly. “Nope, nope, a thousand times nope – ”
“What’s that?” Barton’s voice was gleeful through the comms. “Did I hear a chicken?”
“Fuck you, Barton!” Lewis shrieked, whirling around to flip off the security camera. “I’m a grifter, not a fucking – ”
“Lewis!” Romanoff barked, and Lewis stilled, glaring up at the camera before spinning on her heels and stalking back towards the edge.
“Fuck you, fuck Stark, and fuck this whole fucking job!” Lewis snarled, furiously assembling the rigging and harness against the structural steel. “I could in London scoping out another Vermeer, and instead I’m jumping off the edge of the fucking Burj Khalifa!”
“So she’s the one who took it,” Barnes murmured admiringly, and Hill rolled her eyes. “I love a woman with taste.”
“Please, Barnes, you couldn’t handle me even if you had Wilson and Rogers helping you,” Lewis snapped back, and Rogers’s mouth dropped.
“Don’t bring me into your flirting, Lewis,” Wilson muttered, and Romanoff switched views to show the man on screen, sitting at a café across the street with eyes in the air. Another switch, showing a view of Dubai, only disrupted by a winking light that flashed twice - Barnes’s scope. Romanoff switched back, and pursed her lips when Lewis was still hovering at the edge.
“I didn’t hear Rogers say no, so maybe if I survive I’ll be up for some celebratory hooray-I’m-alive threesome sex,” Lewis joked, trying and failing to hide the tremor in her voice as she stepped over the ledge.
Rogers was still a violent shade of red, but his eyes were fixed to her trembling form on the computer screen. “Come on,” Hill urged quietly, and Romanoff bit her lip as the wind howled through the camera speakers.
Barnes inhaled sharply across the comms. “I have visual,” he murmured, and his tone softened as he said, “Easy does it, Lewis. Ten floors down and you’re golden.”
“No prize?” Lewis laughed a little shakily, the threads of fear more apparent now, and Rogers swallowed before speaking.
“You get through this and we’ll have all the celebratory threesome sex,” he said, ignoring Hill’s wide-eyed look and the lewd hooting coming from Barton, until Romanoff snapped off something in Russian that made the other man fall silent. “And then we’ll take you to London to get your Vermeer.”
Lewis was silent, until she spoke again, quiet and surprised and a little shy, to Rogers’s satisfaction. “Really?”
“Stevie and I’ll take turns,” Barnes added, managing to sound absolutely filthy, and at that Rogers flushed again. “Gotta make our best girl feel good.”
“Not your girl, Barnes,” Lewis replied automatically, but this time the words were softer, more intent than the other hundred times she said it. “… I’m gonna hold you to that though.”
“Get to it, Lewis,” Rogers said sternly, and even though the command held little bite she still turned and sent a cheeky, if shaky, salute to the security camera.
“See you on the flip side,” Lewis said weakly, before letting herself step off the edge.