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As far as missions went, this was actually pretty boring so far. Five days in and things were finally coming together. Days were spent doing surveillance, analyzing patterns between the comings and goings of the frequent guests to the compound in Eastern Europe suspected of housing HYDRA operations. For you it basically meant freezing your butt off in the middle of the woods in mid-Winter and keeping an eye on the only road to and from the compound. Sam was in charge of scouting from above with help from Red Wing and Natasha had tapped into their computers to watch for activity. Steve had spent what seemed like forever seeking out weak points in the compound itself before calling the whole team back together with a plan for tonight.

Reconvened at the small Bed & Breakfast you had all been staying at in a nearby small town, Steve laid out the plan as he pointed to blueprints and satellite photos. The gist was the head honcho of the company that shelled HYDRA was known for his big, expensive parties and it was the team's way in. Natasha had swindled two invitations after chatting up a local who worked security and was willing to tell her anything she wanted once she was done with him. Sam would fly Nat in over the wall and watch from the air, while Clint kept an eye out from his high vantage point outside to pick off any troublemakers. You were assigned to be a guest at the party with Steve as your date. Your duty was to keep the womanizing boss man occupied with your feminine wiles so Steve could check out the area he suspected was where HYDRA weaponry was hidden.

"Why do I have to flirt with the gross old guy? Can't Nat do it?" you whined to Steve.

"Well, I'm flattered at how excited you are to accompany me to the party, but.."

"No! Steve I didn't mean you. You're not old. Or gross! I mean you're older than me but most of the team is. You're what, 32 or whatever? I mean biologically. That's not too old. I would totally date a guy in his 30s. I mean, not just any guy. The right kind of guy who had shared interests and...."

You finally took a breath from your tangential rant to see the faces around you either amused or just rolling their eyes. Luckily, Steve was just smiling at you.

"Ahem. I, uh...was objecting to the old boss guy. Not you."

Steve replied, smiling, "I got it, Y/N. I knew what you meant. I do have a sense of humor, you know."

You gave an embarrassed smile and hid your face in your hands.

"Well, since Y/N has established that I am neither old nor gross, can we continue with the mission? Nat has to get into the computer servers that she couldn't access remotely. They could hold vital information about hopefully the last HYDRA holdouts we haven't been able to find. So, it's up to you to distract him, Y/N. I'm sure Nat can make you look presentable," he said, grinning at you.

You grimaced at the thought. Undercover work wasn't something you had much practice in. Natasha had schooled you somewhat in the art of seduction, distraction and body language. Didn't mean you were good at it.

"Don't worry, little sis. Once I'm done with you, he'll be so distracted you won't even have to do much talking at all," she winked.

Ugh.

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Natasha wasn't lying. In a red, slinky dress with a plunging neckline and a slit up to mid-thigh, you looked pretty hot. Some sort of miracle bra gave you way more cleavage than you even knew you had and strapped into the most uncomfortable underwear ever "to avoid tacky lines" along with your thigh holster equipped with your throwing knives, you were ready. Nat had pulled your hair back in a sleek twist with a few tendrils around your face and painted your lips a bright red. The 4 inch heels on your feet made your legs look impossibly long.