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shanachie_quillTitle: Heist the Stars and Stripes
Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Sam Wilson
Fandom: Captain America 2
Series:
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Prompt: heists; missing scenes
Summary: The Spysome Threesome need a few items to take down Hydra, but they can’t just ask for them… so they have to get a little creative.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Captain America 2
Warnings: Sam is frustrated and sarcastic, Steve is not as oblivious as everyone thinks he is, Natasha is and isn’t amused by them both
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, not making any money off this.
Author's Note: I started this a while ago, but just sat down today to finish off the second part. I got Cap2 for my birthday and wanted to give y’all a present too! It’s in two parts, both of which are getting posted now. Thanks to chrismouse for help with the first part and especially thanks to whogeek who gave it a once over. And thanks to illfindmyway who also helped… but I don’t remember what with at this exact moment.
“The last one is at Fort Meade. Behind three guarded gates and a twelve inch steel wall.”
*Steve looks at Natasha who shrugs and shakes her head* “Shouldn’t be a problem.”
Sam stopped his car just out of sight of the first guard gate to Fort Meade. “I’m still waiting to see how this ‘shouldn’t be a problem’,” he commented as he stared at the gate. “Because that is a US military facility. And you can’t just walk onto a US military facility.”
“Do you have ID?” Steve asked.
“Yeees,” Sam said slowly.
“So. Shouldn’t be a problem,” Steve answered. “Because you can just walk onto an US military facility. To a certain extent.”
“And there are other ways,” Natasha added.
“You do remember what you said when you showed up on my doorstep, right?” Sam asked, even as he put the car into gear.
“I said everyone we knew,” Natasha pointed out. “I sincerely doubt we know anyone at the guard shack at Meade.”
“If we’re arrested, I’m telling them you held me at gunpoint,” Sam told him.
“That’s fair,” Steve agreed. He leaned forward to give the gate guard a friendly smile. “Hi. How are you today?”
“Fine, sir. What can I do for you?”
“We have an appointment on base. With the head of security,” Steve answered, handing his ID over. He nudged for Sam to do the same.
Natasha reached up, holding her ID out. “We’re going to be late if…” she started in a soft Southern accent.
“Yes, ma’am,” the young soldier replied. He glanced at their IDs before handing them back and waving them through.
“That was entirely too easy,” Sam commented when they passed the gate.
“It was only the first gate,” Natasha reminded him. “We’ve still got two more. And the steel wall.”
“But you’ve got a plan?” Sam asked. When Steve didn’t reply, he repeated, “You do have a plan, right? Because you said quote shouldn’t be a problem end quote. So I’m thinking that means you have a plan.”
“Next gate is coming up,” Steve replied.
“That is not a plan,” Sam grumbled, even as he slowed to a stop at the next gate.
This time the guard held onto their IDs as she went into the shack to check on something. “This is not going to end well,” Sam pointed out. “Seriously not going to…”
“Just wait,” Steve said. He leaned around Sam to peer into the guard shack. “Natasha?”
“Patience. We have other options,” she said. “She’s not calling anyone.”
“Can you see the computer?” Sam asked. “Is she running our IDs?”
“I can’t…” Natasha shook her head.
“Okay. We can’t wait.” Steve opened the door, letting himself out of the car.
“Where? What are you doing?” Sam tried to keep his voice down.
Steve waved him off as he headed into the shack. “Ma’am, I’m going to need to ask you not to finish what you’re doing.”
“Stop!” she tried as she scrambled for her gun and he sighed, pressing the muzzle downwards until it pointed at the ground.
“We don’t want to hurt you,” he said kindly. “We just need to get through the gate.”
She blinked at him before motioning to the correct lever. “I. Don’t hurt me?”
“We’re not interested in hurting you,” Steve assured her. “We just need to continue.”
“All right.” She nodded. “Thank you.”
Steve smiled. “Thank you. You can’t understand what this means to us.”
Making his way back to the car, Steve motioned for Sam to move over. “Really?” Sam asked. “You trust her?”
Steve shrugged as he took Sam’s place in the driver’s seat. “Not all people now a days are unreasonable.”
“Is he always like this?” Sam questioned Natasha.
“No, normally he’s much worse,” Natasha answered.
Steve rolled his eyes. “Which way?” he wanted to know.
Sam consulted the map on his phone and pointed. “Left.”
Following the directions, Steve finally pulled up in front of a building as Natasha leaned forward between the two seats. She motioned to the door. “There is one more guard, yes?” she asked.
“And you have a plan for getting past him, yes?” Sam asked right on her heels.
Steve reached behind him, pulling his shield loose from where he’d stashed it. “I just thought I’d say ‘please’.” He popped the door open and got out, motioning for the others to follow him.
With Sam and Natasha following his lead, Steve strode towards the door. Swinging his shield up, he knocked once on the door. Flipping the shield into the guard position, but keeping it low, he waited for someone to open the door.
The door was eased open and Steve smiled winningly at the young man on the other side. “Hi. We need to get inside. Please?”
Sam sighed, shaking his head as the young man looked from the shield to Steve and then to Natasha and Sam standing behind the larger Super Soldier. “Um. What?” he finally asked.
“Step aside, son,” Steve insisted.
The soldier looked at them for a minute, but then moved to one side, allowing the three to step into the building. “I can’t just let you…” the young man started.
“I can knock you out if you’d rather,” Natasha offered.
“Or we could just tie you up and gag you,” Sam added, giving her a look.
“Would you please stop scaring the young man?” Steve asked as he motioned for the frightened soldier to step into the small room off the hallway.
Throwing a look at the three people who’d almost bullied their way into the building, the young soldier went ahead of Steve into the room. “Go ahead and tie him up,” Steve said. “Gently.”
“But not loosely enough that he can get free,” Natasha added.
“I do know how to tie someone up,” Sam said as he entered the room.
“Experienced there, dorogoy?” Natasha drawled.
“Did she just insult me?” Sam asked. “Cause I feel like that was an insult.”
“Bozhe moy, eediot. Just tie him up!”
“Both of you knock it off,” Steve snapped.
“Make sure you get his keys,” Natasha added as Sam gently pushed the soldier into the room.
Using some rope he had stashed in his backpack, he quickly tied the boy up. “Either of you got something to gag him with?” he called.
Steve handed over a handkerchief. “Use this.”
“I’m not going to tell on you,” the boy tried.
“Yeah well better safe than sorry, kid,” Sam told him. “Open up.” He shoved the cloth inside when the kid opened his mouth, then secured it with a bit of rope. “Okay, we’re good,” he said, coming out of the room.
“Did you get the keys?” Natasha asked.
Sam dangled them in front of her. “Why do we need them?”
“Twelve inch steel wall ring a bell?” Natasha questioned, taking them out of his hand.
“So you’re going to what? Just walk up to the door and open it?” Sam asked as Natasha started down the hall.
“Sure. Why not?” she replied over her shoulder.
Sam shook his head. “She did not just say that. See this is not what I call a plan. Or stealthy.”
“Were we trying to be stealthy?” Steve asked, with a look of genuine confusion on his face.
Sam stopped, letting the two of them walk on ahead of him. “No wonder you two have everybody after you.”
Natasha indicated the door she’d stopped in front of. “Right door?”
Sam hurried forward to join her, pressing his hands against the wall and nodding after a moment. “That’s it. You aren’t going to punch through the wall, are you? That’ll make a hell of a racket.”
“That was Plan A,” Steve admitted. He indicated Natasha, who was fitting the keys one by one into the lock until she found the right one. “This is Plan C.”
Sam stepped forward as she swung the door open. He wanted-- needed-- to be the first one through the door. Had to be the one to lift the Falcon from its resting place.
Steve was the one who moved to help him fit the harness onto his shoulders and Sam shrugged until it was seated comfortably. “How’s it look?” he asked.
“Like it was made for you,” Steve answered.
“Let’s move before someone triggers an alarm,” Natasha said. “Think you can keep that thing undercover until we get out of here?” she added.
Sam ducked back into the room, grabbing a jacket and covered the pack. “Done.”
“Let’s go,” Steve said, motioning for the other two to precede him.
Sam followed Natasha down the hall. Memories of Riley were still tied up in his wings, but he couldn’t wait to take to the air again. Especially if it meant helping Steve.
dorogoy—sweetheart
Bozhe moy, eediot—oh my god, idiot
Part Two
Characters: Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Sam Wilson
Fandom: Captain America 2
Series:
Written For:
Prompt: heists; missing scenes
Summary: The Spysome Threesome need a few items to take down Hydra, but they can’t just ask for them… so they have to get a little creative.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Captain America 2
Warnings: Sam is frustrated and sarcastic, Steve is not as oblivious as everyone thinks he is, Natasha is and isn’t amused by them both
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me, not making any money off this.
Author's Note: I started this a while ago, but just sat down today to finish off the second part. I got Cap2 for my birthday and wanted to give y’all a present too! It’s in two parts, both of which are getting posted now. Thanks to chrismouse for help with the first part and especially thanks to whogeek who gave it a once over. And thanks to illfindmyway who also helped… but I don’t remember what with at this exact moment.
“The last one is at Fort Meade. Behind three guarded gates and a twelve inch steel wall.”
*Steve looks at Natasha who shrugs and shakes her head* “Shouldn’t be a problem.”
Sam stopped his car just out of sight of the first guard gate to Fort Meade. “I’m still waiting to see how this ‘shouldn’t be a problem’,” he commented as he stared at the gate. “Because that is a US military facility. And you can’t just walk onto a US military facility.”
“Do you have ID?” Steve asked.
“Yeees,” Sam said slowly.
“So. Shouldn’t be a problem,” Steve answered. “Because you can just walk onto an US military facility. To a certain extent.”
“And there are other ways,” Natasha added.
“You do remember what you said when you showed up on my doorstep, right?” Sam asked, even as he put the car into gear.
“I said everyone we knew,” Natasha pointed out. “I sincerely doubt we know anyone at the guard shack at Meade.”
“If we’re arrested, I’m telling them you held me at gunpoint,” Sam told him.
“That’s fair,” Steve agreed. He leaned forward to give the gate guard a friendly smile. “Hi. How are you today?”
“Fine, sir. What can I do for you?”
“We have an appointment on base. With the head of security,” Steve answered, handing his ID over. He nudged for Sam to do the same.
Natasha reached up, holding her ID out. “We’re going to be late if…” she started in a soft Southern accent.
“Yes, ma’am,” the young soldier replied. He glanced at their IDs before handing them back and waving them through.
“That was entirely too easy,” Sam commented when they passed the gate.
“It was only the first gate,” Natasha reminded him. “We’ve still got two more. And the steel wall.”
“But you’ve got a plan?” Sam asked. When Steve didn’t reply, he repeated, “You do have a plan, right? Because you said quote shouldn’t be a problem end quote. So I’m thinking that means you have a plan.”
“Next gate is coming up,” Steve replied.
“That is not a plan,” Sam grumbled, even as he slowed to a stop at the next gate.
This time the guard held onto their IDs as she went into the shack to check on something. “This is not going to end well,” Sam pointed out. “Seriously not going to…”
“Just wait,” Steve said. He leaned around Sam to peer into the guard shack. “Natasha?”
“Patience. We have other options,” she said. “She’s not calling anyone.”
“Can you see the computer?” Sam asked. “Is she running our IDs?”
“I can’t…” Natasha shook her head.
“Okay. We can’t wait.” Steve opened the door, letting himself out of the car.
“Where? What are you doing?” Sam tried to keep his voice down.
Steve waved him off as he headed into the shack. “Ma’am, I’m going to need to ask you not to finish what you’re doing.”
“Stop!” she tried as she scrambled for her gun and he sighed, pressing the muzzle downwards until it pointed at the ground.
“We don’t want to hurt you,” he said kindly. “We just need to get through the gate.”
She blinked at him before motioning to the correct lever. “I. Don’t hurt me?”
“We’re not interested in hurting you,” Steve assured her. “We just need to continue.”
“All right.” She nodded. “Thank you.”
Steve smiled. “Thank you. You can’t understand what this means to us.”
Making his way back to the car, Steve motioned for Sam to move over. “Really?” Sam asked. “You trust her?”
Steve shrugged as he took Sam’s place in the driver’s seat. “Not all people now a days are unreasonable.”
“Is he always like this?” Sam questioned Natasha.
“No, normally he’s much worse,” Natasha answered.
Steve rolled his eyes. “Which way?” he wanted to know.
Sam consulted the map on his phone and pointed. “Left.”
Following the directions, Steve finally pulled up in front of a building as Natasha leaned forward between the two seats. She motioned to the door. “There is one more guard, yes?” she asked.
“And you have a plan for getting past him, yes?” Sam asked right on her heels.
Steve reached behind him, pulling his shield loose from where he’d stashed it. “I just thought I’d say ‘please’.” He popped the door open and got out, motioning for the others to follow him.
With Sam and Natasha following his lead, Steve strode towards the door. Swinging his shield up, he knocked once on the door. Flipping the shield into the guard position, but keeping it low, he waited for someone to open the door.
The door was eased open and Steve smiled winningly at the young man on the other side. “Hi. We need to get inside. Please?”
Sam sighed, shaking his head as the young man looked from the shield to Steve and then to Natasha and Sam standing behind the larger Super Soldier. “Um. What?” he finally asked.
“Step aside, son,” Steve insisted.
The soldier looked at them for a minute, but then moved to one side, allowing the three to step into the building. “I can’t just let you…” the young man started.
“I can knock you out if you’d rather,” Natasha offered.
“Or we could just tie you up and gag you,” Sam added, giving her a look.
“Would you please stop scaring the young man?” Steve asked as he motioned for the frightened soldier to step into the small room off the hallway.
Throwing a look at the three people who’d almost bullied their way into the building, the young soldier went ahead of Steve into the room. “Go ahead and tie him up,” Steve said. “Gently.”
“But not loosely enough that he can get free,” Natasha added.
“I do know how to tie someone up,” Sam said as he entered the room.
“Experienced there, dorogoy?” Natasha drawled.
“Did she just insult me?” Sam asked. “Cause I feel like that was an insult.”
“Bozhe moy, eediot. Just tie him up!”
“Both of you knock it off,” Steve snapped.
“Make sure you get his keys,” Natasha added as Sam gently pushed the soldier into the room.
Using some rope he had stashed in his backpack, he quickly tied the boy up. “Either of you got something to gag him with?” he called.
Steve handed over a handkerchief. “Use this.”
“I’m not going to tell on you,” the boy tried.
“Yeah well better safe than sorry, kid,” Sam told him. “Open up.” He shoved the cloth inside when the kid opened his mouth, then secured it with a bit of rope. “Okay, we’re good,” he said, coming out of the room.
“Did you get the keys?” Natasha asked.
Sam dangled them in front of her. “Why do we need them?”
“Twelve inch steel wall ring a bell?” Natasha questioned, taking them out of his hand.
“So you’re going to what? Just walk up to the door and open it?” Sam asked as Natasha started down the hall.
“Sure. Why not?” she replied over her shoulder.
Sam shook his head. “She did not just say that. See this is not what I call a plan. Or stealthy.”
“Were we trying to be stealthy?” Steve asked, with a look of genuine confusion on his face.
Sam stopped, letting the two of them walk on ahead of him. “No wonder you two have everybody after you.”
Natasha indicated the door she’d stopped in front of. “Right door?”
Sam hurried forward to join her, pressing his hands against the wall and nodding after a moment. “That’s it. You aren’t going to punch through the wall, are you? That’ll make a hell of a racket.”
“That was Plan A,” Steve admitted. He indicated Natasha, who was fitting the keys one by one into the lock until she found the right one. “This is Plan C.”
Sam stepped forward as she swung the door open. He wanted-- needed-- to be the first one through the door. Had to be the one to lift the Falcon from its resting place.
Steve was the one who moved to help him fit the harness onto his shoulders and Sam shrugged until it was seated comfortably. “How’s it look?” he asked.
“Like it was made for you,” Steve answered.
“Let’s move before someone triggers an alarm,” Natasha said. “Think you can keep that thing undercover until we get out of here?” she added.
Sam ducked back into the room, grabbing a jacket and covered the pack. “Done.”
“Let’s go,” Steve said, motioning for the other two to precede him.
Sam followed Natasha down the hall. Memories of Riley were still tied up in his wings, but he couldn’t wait to take to the air again. Especially if it meant helping Steve.
dorogoy—sweetheart
Bozhe moy, eediot—oh my god, idiot
Part Two
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