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[copperbadge]

Hi, indigopheonix here! For the Captain America IRC: Team Cap/Team Leverage team-up. (Sorry for the anon, I'm having issues logging in for some reason :/ If you need more info, feel free to send me an ask)

No worries! I love this prompt idea! :D 

“So how do we get your wings back from the government?” Steve asked Sam, sitting back in his chair. He glanced at Natasha, who shrugged.

“I can think of a few ways, but we’d need a bigger crew,” she said.  

“The Avengers?” Steve suggested. Natasha shook her head.

“Clint can be more help to us if they think he’s Hydra,” she said. “Tony’s too high profile, god knows where Thor is. And this isn’t Bruce’s jam.” 

“I think I know someone,” Sam said. “Old friend from my Para days. He runs with some people now, could be able to help.” 

***

In the middle of a board meeting, the man who was about to buy out Megashoes Inc. looked at his cell, held up a hand, and said, “I gotta take this.”

He stepped out into the hallway and answered the phone. “How the hell did you get this number?”

“Hey Eliot,” said the voice of Sam Wilson. “I need a hand.”

***

They met on the tarmac of a private airstrip that Leverage had somehow commandeered, and Steve watched with interest as they disembarked. First off was a messy-haired guy in a rumpled suit; then a guy who was so clearly military he must be Sam’s contact, followed by a gorgeous woman in sunglasses and a tall dark-skinned man with a laptop under one arm.

Then a tiny blond woman emerged, and there was a shriek of pure joy.

“Natasha?” the woman yelled, and Natasha said, “Parker?” in a mixture of pleasure and alarm, and before anyone could intervene, Parker had blown across the tarmac and leapt into Natasha’s arms. 

“This is Natasha!” she said to the rest of her crew, as Natasha put her down. “She’s the best.” 

“I think we can work with these people,” Steve said to Sam. 

***

The strategy meeting could have gone smoother; Natasha was supposed to be the mastermind, but Nate Ford didn’t give up authority with grace, and he had to have his foot stomped on a few times by Sophie before he remembered not to interrupt. 

“So, Sophie, you’ll need to go dress shopping,” Natasha said. “Alec, please build me your best RFID-cracking sports bra.”

“On it,” Hardison said. “I got the helium tanks too.”  

“Parker, check your ropes, learn that new knot. Sam and Steve, Eliot will get you some uniforms, then all three of you need to get the dog. Don’t get a German Shepherd, get a pittie or a big Lab, something they’re not expecting. Mr. Ford, I know it will be a terrible sacrifice to run the show from the van, but someone has to,” she said with a grin. Nate nodded, acknowledging the sarcasm. 

“Say it,” Paker told him.

“No, it’s Natasha’s job to say it,” Nate said. 

“She’s not gonna say it,” Eliot said.

“I’m really not,” Natasha told Nate.

“So I can say it?” Nate asked.

“Oh my god,” Sophie said. 

Nate clapped his hands and rubbed them together. “Let’s go steal a superhero.” 

***

“Where are the wings?” the general roared, and his subordinates, who were nominally in command of Ft. Meade, looked at each other.

“There was a woman,” one of them ventured. “I think she was drunk. And -- and one of our staff came down with a really, a terrible virus....”

“The pit bull got loose,” the other one said. 

“And by the time we’d finished the evacuation, someone had accessed the storage booth where the wings were -- “

“They must be dead, though,” the other one said. “It takes too much training, you can’t just strap them on and fly out. Sir, I really thing the more important thing is that someone filled an entire room with soap foam, like, a whole room -- “

“And the pit bull might still be around,” the first one finished.

The general leaned on his desk, knuckles cracking. “I want you to take your thumbs out of your asses and find -- “

“Sir,” an aide called. “I think you should see this.” 

He pointed at the television, where blurred footage of a giant air battle was showing. A little line of text in the corner said LIVE FOOTAGE. 

The camera zoomed, briefly, as a man piloting Ft. Meade’s stolen wings zipped through the air. The general’s jaw dropped.

“Sam motherfucking Wilson,” he said. “I might have known. Everyone’s dismissed -- get me Washington on the phone!” 

[saladementale]

Here s another one...#indigophoenix #vectorart #illustration #childrensbooks #childrensillustrations #characterdesign

[saladementale]

Illustrating a children's book these days. #indigophoenix #childrensbooks #childrensillustrations #characterdesign

[saladementale]

festival news gets a bit boring, so to change it up: illustrating a lovely children's book. #indigophoenix #childrensillustrations