Stealing A Scepter
You had a plan.
The scepter was in a briefcase being guarded by a singular agent. You had your own briefcase that you would have to swap it with. You were nervous since this was technically your first field mission but you knew you had to do this.
Of all places, the handing over of Loki's scepter was being held at a convention. There were several pros and cons of this and your mind was making a tally of them. Most notably there would be a lot of people to potentially witness the swap but a lot of people would be dressed up meaning you could wear a disguise and it wouldn't be obvious.
You wore something modest but attractive; A short wig, glasses, red lipstick, a button-up and blazer, and a thigh-length skirt with heels. The briefcase was at your side and you stood at the entrance taking several deep breaths before starting to walk.
People in all kinds of suits, colors, wigs, and accessories were filling the halls of the grand building used to host. You blended right in, especially since you looked like a very nerdy college girl in your current get-up.
You eyed the area once more, remembering all Fury said, and found Jasper Sitwell standing on one of the upper levels with a case in hand much like your own one.
That was it.
You climbed the stairs and cautiously approached, putting on a look of false surprise when you were close enough to the agent.
"Professor?" You asked sweetly.
Sitwell turned, confused. "Sorry?"
"Oh!" You put a hand on your chest, mocking even more surprise. "I'm so sorry, I thought you were my professor. You look so similar."
He shifted his feet, looking away. "I'm not."
"I know that now. You're so much more handsome." He glanced up again and you smirked. "You look like you should be in one of those amazing romance movies. You could totally be that really attractive teacher that all the girls adore."
You assumed women didn't flirt with him a lot because suddenly he seemed a lot more interested in what you had to say. His cheeks were even red.
"I do?" He questioned with a shockingly timid voice.
"Yeah!" You put a hand on his arm and pretended to feel the 'muscle' there. "Built too. What do you do?"
"Oh, I'm - I work in an office."
"No way... You must do some serious working out. I love guys who care about that sort of stuff."
He was getting more and more flustered. "I suppose I do on occasion."
"Perhaps you could show me your routine? I also happen to love getting all hot and sweaty."
He looked like a tomato at that moment and you could have burst out laughing if this mission wasn't so serious. But Sitwell was saved an answer when another agent came forward.
He was new, obvious from the way his suit was spotless and without creases, and by the way he kept glancing around for threats. Any experienced agent knew how to do that without making it obvious.
"Who is she?" The new one asked Sitwell.
"Well, she's, uh-" He looked completely lost as he handed over the case to the agent. "She's a..."
"I'm leaving." You said politely. "Again, I'm very sorry about bumping into you. But it was nice meeting you, professor."
You sent Sitwell a wink as you walked away and smiled at seeing him go as red as a tomato for a third time. You waited behind a corner until the new agent, now holding the scepter's case, wandered past. You stayed still, observing him, until he stopped by a bunch of women dressed as school girls who were taking photos with random people.
An idea formed in your head.
You looked around some more until spotting a stall that sold clothes, specifically plaid skirts in all sizes and colors. It would be perfect. So you headed that way.
You took off the blazer and tossed it in the nearest trash bin, your glasses following very quickly. As you neared the plaid skirts you grabbed a red one and quickly clipped it over the first skirt, hiding it. Then you snatched a cardigan from someone's chair and threw it on, removing the short wig after and letting your natural hair, now dyed black, fall down your back. One of the lookout agents passed by the stall opposite and you quickly undid the top button of your shirt and tied the ends, cropping it.
With the new school girl look strikingly different to the nerdy college one, you went by undetected. After all of this, you waltzed right up to the amateur agent, blending in perfectly as you posed for some of his photos with the other school girls.
You pretended not to notice him and then turned at the exact moment he did, causing everyone to collide and for the briefcases to go flying. As you forced out apologies, you picked them up, taking the one with the scepter inside and giving yours to the agent. You did it so quickly yet casually that no one seemed to notice the switch.
Mission success.
-
The Triskelion was as daunting as ever, even more so with the scepter tucked away in a white case under your arm. You found yourself paranoid again, eyeing up every single person as if they might suddenly jump and attack.
You just needed to get the case to Fury and you could go home and maybe spend some more time with Peter. He was becoming just like a little brother to you and even Ben and May treated you as their own daughter. It was nice.
You walked up to the main desk in the lobby, passing the very famous SHIELD Wall of Valor, and waited patiently for the woman sat behind the desk to notice you.
"Can I help?" She asked.
You nodded. "Campbell to see Director Fury. I have the package requested."
You lifted the case ever so slightly and she nodded in understanding, believing the cover story. She told you how long to wait and where to go and you obliged.
When it was finally time to see the director, you were nervous. You pushed open the door to see him stood by the window and overlooking the city across the river.
"Agent Campbell." He greeted.
"Director Fury." You responded.
"You have it?"
"I do." He turned to face you, looking at the case as you placed it on the desk. "Is there anything else you need me to do?"
Fury ran his fingers along the case curiously. "No, this will be all. We'll keep the scepter in a secure location. In the right hands."
Still a little nervous, you simply nodded along. "Right. Well I hope the Triskelion has good security."
-3rd person POV-
In the far reaches of Eastern Europe, Baron Wolfgang von Strucker stood in front of the false scepter case, still under the impression that he was about to find the tool that would win him everything. The new agent stood proudly at his side, thinking he'd be rewarded for a five-star delivery.
"Open it." Strucker ordered, excitement in his tone.
The agent didn't hesitate to comply and moved the case in front of him. He put in the code to the lock and then clicked the sides where a small hiss sounded as it opened. He pulled it up, about to show it off, but the color drained from his face immediately. He looked horrified.
"What?" Strucker asked, walking over. "Where is my..."
He trailed off, confused, because inside the case was not the scepter he had been promised, but school supplies. They weren't even real either, just rubber. In the middle was a note taped. He ripped it off to get a good look.
Hey, darlings
I think you might have lost something 😉
Xoxo
It took a moment to sink in but when it did, he ripped the note up and yelled in anger, throwing the case.
"What is this?!" He shouted at the new agent.
The man looked terrified. "I-I don't understand."
"What is this?!" He repeated more forcefully. "Did you leave the scepter?"
"No, I - I had it with me the whole time, right from New York. We used the convention as cover and there-"
He froze, remembering the young woman who had crashed into him and knocked the cases. He paled even more.
"It was her."
Strucker glared, reaching for a gun hidden behind his back. "Who?"
"This girl. She was with some of the girls there. She had dark hair, black, I think, and she knocked into me. She must have replaced the case when it fell."
"Are you telling me a girl did this? She stole the most valuable artifact on this earth?"
The agent swallowed. "Yes?"
In one swift movement, Strucker drew his gun and fired three rounds into the man's head, killing him instantly. With malice, he looked at the rest of the guards in the room.
"You get the girl with the black hair!" He demanded. "You search the convention, you search New York, I don't care. Just find her and bring me that scepter! HYDRA needs it."
As the other men scurried off to do their jobs, Strucker looked at the other end of the room where two people stood, a man and a woman with dark hair. They were volunteers for his new program in Sokovia.
"I need to find her." He muttered, looking down.