"Guess who back, asswagons!"
Da’s a lotta nuts!
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“You speak as if you are entitled to tell me what to do–” So, he doesn’t touch the card, but whips around quickly behind the other and swiftly lands an elbow to the back. “You would put people at risk over your own insults?! To the king of Wakanda?! Fool!”
For emphasis, though he was currently grunting in pain, he tossed the card behind the King, to the point where the detonation would be felt- and not too gently. “It wasn’ an insult, you fool!”
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Slipping his glove back on, he flicks his wrist, vibranium claws slipping out from his fingertips.
“Call me bitch, one more time–”
“Listen here, bitch. Anythin’ happens t’me, dat li’l piece o’ paper? Blows up like a goddamn hand grenade. Back.Off.”
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He knew he shouldn’t have let a smirk form across his lips, but it was impossible with such a charming fellow such as Remy. “You said it, not me. But, as of right now, yes, I need a thief. And a damn good one at that–”
Though, what Remy was suggesting that the captain wanted was a bit… Uncouth, Steve suggested a different idea. “I need to know what happened to Bruce Banner on the night of the 18th. He went completely off the radar and off record. I need street camera, satellite views, anything we can get our hands on showing him leaving and in which direction.”
With his arms folded, Steve titled his head and narrowed his gaze to the other. “Up for the task?”
Another sip from the brandy, this time letting the liquid dance over his tongue like an alcoholic ballet while he mulled the proposal. What he was asking wasn’t impossible, far from it. He did, however, propose a bit of a challenge. The trail was just fresh enough to still be a valid starting point, and by his own research before the meeting, he knew it was likely their only lead.
“Certainly caught m’attention. ‘Sides, might be fun ta try m’hand at altruism. But I warn you.” He gazes at Steve through mirrored lenses, coolly appraising the Star Spangled Man. He needed to keep an eye on his reaction to the next leg of the discussion. Wage negotiation.
“I don’ come cheap. You buyin’ quality, Monsieur Rogers. M’SHIELD file will have let ya know dat wit’out my sayin’, but it bears repeatin’.”
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He slips off his black glove and slaps him across the cheek.
The jovial smile disappears as he holds a glowing card to the man’s throat.
“Try dat again.”
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“Your compliments do not make up for your crudeness–”
“Sorry, but da’s who I am, big bitch.”
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Steve checked his watched, narrowing his gaze as the seconds past. 27 seconds due past– This Gambit was a real trip. Still, Cap knew he needed to use his resources and if SHIELD couldn’t track and figure out what happened to Bruce, then they’d have to use less tactful methods to find their teammate.
“I have read your file. A bit, uh–” Sketchy. “Different. But we could use your skills in finding a certain someone, as you already know. I can only do so much and we’re not working quick enough for my liking. I hope you don’t mind, Mr. LeBeau.”
Surely, he would’ve declined if he did. “Lets get started–”
“Diff’rent? Monsieur Rogers, y’do me a disservice. I ain’ some namby pamby chess maestro what ain’ understood by society. I’m a thief. A damn good thief, best you’ll ever meet, prob’ly. An’ y’need m’skills. Mo’ den you might t’ink, you b’lieve I don’ know which o’ yo’ pretty princess Avengers ain’ gone missin’. People tend ta notice when a walkin’ gamma bomb goes poof.”
He takes a sip from his brandy, the smirk on his face widening. He hoped that his information on the situation would put Steve on his back foot, so to speak. He took another sip from the drink before setting it down.
“Please, by all means. Which skills y’need? Asset recovery? Infiltration? Reconnaissance? Demolitions? Plain’ ol’ off-da-boks fundin’?”
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“We should order something.”
“Y’down fo’ Greek?”
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Narrows his gaze through his mask. “What did you just call me?!”
“A big bitch. Jacked. Musclebound. Fuggin’ ripped as shit.”
“Whoa, you’s a big bitch, ain’ ya? You lift? B’cause you is jacked.”
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“I see, well good for you. It’s more than what most people do these days.”
“I jus’ wanna keep m’head where it is. Y’know?”
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The smoke hung in the air almost like it was a permanent fixture of the room, the source a still-lit cigarette in the man’s hand. He casually glanced at the clock, 2:58 PM. Two minutes, his business dealing had. He readjusted his sunglasses, preventing his eyes from being seen as he waited. He waited until there was half a minute and began busying himself by making a glass of brandy, dropping two liquor stones into the glass from the ice bath.
He heard the door open, preceded briefly by careful, measured footfalls. The steps of a man sure of his stride, of where his feet would land. A soldier, and a good one at that. He straightened up a bit as the man entered, waiting until he heard the chair scrape along the floor.
“You late, y’know. Thought you military types say early is on time an’ on time is late.” He turned and sat across the table from America’s Golden Boy, offering him the bottle. “Gotta say, outta all d’Avengers, never woulda guessed Captain America hisself’d ask ta meet me, let alone request my help. I assume Y’read SHIELD’s file on me? Even d’bits ol’ Nicky Boy blacked out as per my Pops’ instructions?”
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I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake~ ♫
...So dis constitutes an Avenger?
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“Now, how can I help you?”
“Dangerous question, chere.”
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“I’m staying the night.”
“Won’ hear me bitch none.”
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“An’ you never told me?”
“C’mon, you know jus’ how dat go. “Hey, Jubey. Stole a kid. Ciao!” “Remy, you get back here nag nag I wear stupid yellow coats” o’ somet’in’ like dat.”