Ardent || MCU

Chapter Twenty Seven

"I mean, if it's not too much trouble." Agent Coulson says next to Steve, who stood close with his arms crossed.

"No, no it's fine." Steve replies, Coulson glancing at him everytime he speaks. Louise chuckled at his enthusiasm from her sitting position on the round table ahead of the command controls.

"It's a vintage set. It took me a couple years to collect them all. Near mint. Slight foxing around the edges, but-"

"We got a hit. A 67% match. Wait. Cross match, 79%." An agent says from his screen on a lower level, Coulson approaches him.

"Location." He orders.

"Stuttgart, Germany. 28 Konigstrasse. He's not exactly hiding." The agent responds, Louise nodding as she remembered faintly of the address for some reason.

"Captain, Ms. Grant, you're up." Fury speaks from command, Louise jumping up as she stood to face Fury.

"I need the faster way there, sir. I'm usually interfering or undercover ops." She states, Fury nodding in agreement as Steve awaited at the doors for her to join him.

"Agreed, Ms. Grant." Fury responds and gives a nod to Agent HIll, the agent of command earlier.

"You'll need to be out immediately, we have your equipment ready." She states, quickly escorting her to a ship with her things.

"Louise, we should go together." Steve says as he quickly steps in time with her down the Helicarrier halls.

"Steve, you know I'm more of an infiltrator than the people we know. Which means I need to go in before a rash attack. Besides, being undercover never held me back, you gotta trust me, Rogers." Loiuse says fastly, leaving Steve behind as she was handed a bag and shuttled towards the fastest ship to bring her to Germany.

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The bright marble walls of the museum surround the gathering guests and aristocrats. Louise softly stepped through the second floor exhibit, before the main speech began. A soft mossy coloured gown adorning her glowing honey toned skin, the dress clinging to her larger curves from her breasts to her toned hips and backside. She sips a flute of champagne, staring over a large art piece. One of two men fighting, one above and another below, reaching for one another. Her eyes scanned it in interest as a few whispers spoke behind her before traveling to the main event down the stairs.

"A beautiful piece, is it not?" Louise speaks softly, a surprised look capturing the God's face as he approaches from behind her.

"Yes, but nothing compared to you, my pet." He responds a few feet away, holding his glowing golden scepter as a cane in his palm. Louise gives him a smile at his compliment, making him smirk wider with his gleaming teeth.

"Are you among your people, Sir?" She plays along, keeping her gaze ahead to keep anonymity.

"Not quite, my lady. Rather farther than you could fathom." He responds, stepping to her side to get a better view of her composure.

"Most would be far from these crowds, living off others' work and tireless effort, not one cent really of their own devices." Louise states, giving into some complex that could be a part of Loki's ego.

"Are you one of these people?" Loki questions, completely engaging into her views.

"I must be, inheriting the family business and using it to its efficiency. I never wished for this life but many things come with perks." She states with disdain, taking a sip from her flute of champagne.

"That indeed, my lady. The truth behind the distinguished and the royalty. You are rather astute in your own society than I'd have expected." He praises, keeping his hands behind his back to appear studious. Louise mimics the stance to seem engaged, glancing to his eyes for intent.