Ready?
"Why didn't you fly?" Genevieve groans, as Steve roughly lands.
"The old man insisted. He just needs more training..." Clint shrugs.
"Never again!" Genevieve glares at Clint.
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"Take these we'll keep in touch." Steve says, handing Genevieve and Clint ear pieces.
Genevieve and Clint insert the ear pieces.
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"Try to blend in." Steve looks at Genevieve.
Genevieve shoots a glare at Steve.
"Come on, the party just started." Clint grabs Genevieve's arm.
Genevieve nods, linking arms with Clint.
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"Barton your name is, Aaron Stan. Genevieve you're, Lilly Stan. Married for six years, with two children at home." Steve reads off his checklist.
"Copy." Clint glances at Genevieve.
"You remember your codes?" Steve asks.
“Yeah, she calls me Papa. I call her Genevieve.” Clint shrugs.
"Rogers, we got this!" Genevieve snaps.
"Copy." Steve sighs.
Clint chuckles as he holds Genevieve's hand.
Genevieve rolls her eyes.
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Entering the party, Genevieve clocks the number of guards.
"Three guards at the front and back. Two guards on all four doors." Genevieve reports.
"Lane is definitely there." Steve responds.
"He over did it on guards. Something must be going on." Clint looks around the room.
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"A single guard on each side of the room. Are leaving post, looks like they're meeting up with someone." Genevieve reports.
"That must be Lane, entering his own party." Clint comments.
"Copy, cameras are picking him up." Steve reports.
"Any suggestions, Steve?" Genevieve asks.
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A waiter approaches Clint and Genevieve. Offering them champagne.
"Thanks." Clint says, taking two glasses.
"Gen', you talk to the bodyguards. Distract them, while Clint talks to Lane." Steve orders.
"Copy." Genevieve smirks, taking a champagne glass from Clint.
"Ready?" Clint asks.
Genevieve nods.