[MilanoNoelle I'm not sorry.]

It's been a year since you've been added to the FBI's most wanted list, starting at the bottom and now at the very top along with some of the most nasty people you've ever heard of.

But hey, being a thief is fun.

Cracking codes and breaking and entering? Piece of cake. Sneaking past security alarms and cameras? You could do that in your sleep.

You had come across your special skills when 'borrowing' money from a cash register at Baskin Robins a few years ago.

Now, instead of ice cream stores, your robbing banks and museums and large businesses. With a few computers and codes, you empty out their accounts and the place goes bankrupt in no time.

But you admit, your last job wasn't so clean. It was a last minute thing, throwing a bag over your shoulder and heading to the nearest bank. It was only because of the FBI's new pals, the Avengers.

They've been there at the crime scene quicker then you'd intend, having to drop everything and get out.

Not this time, though. You've set up a trap, one kinda faulty and ugly, but useful and hopefully will catch an avenger or two.

It's American Captain and Solider Guy who show up this time. Though in civilian clothes, you're still able to tell its them as they burst into the empty room.

When the doors shut, the lights go out, and you happily skip inside the room, having memorized where every bear trap, sticky paper, pile of prunes, trip rope, and bed of nails are splayed out across the tiles.

"Hi guys," You say, your voice echoing off the walls. "It's so nice to finally meet you in person. Well, sort of."

"Who are you," American Captain demands, stepping forward, slips on the prunes, and hits the ground with a dull thud.

"Steve," Solider Guy hisses, stumbles around and let's out a small yelp as he lands on the nails.

"Well, my names (Y/n). How kind of you to ask," Walking toward the two, you hop over a bear trap and tiptoe around the trip rope. "Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, right? I mean, that's just what I've see from the museum exhibit I robbed a month ago. Best friends on the playground and battle field, the guys said. Or maybe-"

"Are these prunes?"

You stop. "It's very rude to interrupt someone when they're speaking, Steve."

There's a squeak as American Captain tries to stand, his boot slipping on the prune juice. And then there's a snap and he lets out a muffled shriek.

"Ah. The bear trap, huh?" Pulling a first aid kit from your pocket, you toss it blindly and snort when you hit Solider Guy grunt. "Oops. Did I hit you?"

"No," There's a slight clink of metal, followed by feet scuffling the floor, and the the trip wire being set off and Solider Guy being pulled high in the air. "Jesus Ch-"

"Buck!" American Captain sounds panicked as he pries at the bear trap, and you're pretty sure he's gotten himself free. "Hold on, I'm calling back-"

"I don't think so," Clicking on the small flash light, you shine it in his face and snatch the control in his hand away. "What is this. Are you- is this.." Snorting, you drop the flash light into your pocket and hang the life alert button around your neck. "I guess you really are old, huh?"

"I'm 95," He huffs, and then there's suddenly a hand on your boot. "But I'm pretty fast for my age."

American Captain tugs hard, sending you flying across the floor, straight into a stack of sticky paper. "Do you know," You growl, rising to your feet as you tug at a piece in your hair. "How hard it is to get this out?"

Running to the exit, you pinpoint exactly where American Captain had grabbed you and pull out a pink smoke bomb. "Have fun getting this stuff off your skin!"

After throwing it in the exact location, it goes off, and he coughs loudly and backs into a bed of nails.

"Later, losers!"