The vault was just as impressive as Bucky had expected it to be. Standing in front of it felt surreal, but he only allowed himself a second of awe before he started working on getting it open. They only had so long before someone realized the security cameras were showing looped footage and someone noticed something wrong with the vault.

Getting Stark's fingerprint had been easier than Bucky had expected. The man loved to drink and being in the right place at the right time was Bucky's specialty. With the man's fingerprints all over his bourbon glass, it was easy to find a perfect print.

"Phone," Bucky ordered, holding out his hand.

Wilson passed over the device with a grumble and Bucky very carefully copied one of Stark's prints onto a prosthetic thumb. Once it was transferred onto the prosthetic, Bucky used it to unlock the phone.

With the phone now unlocked, he handed it back to Wilson then pulled his tablet from where he'd tucked it into the waistband under his suit jacket.

"Code?" Bucky asked, holding the tablet in front of the security scanner.

"One," Wilson started, "six, zero―"

As Wilson read the eight digit code, Bucky typed it in on the vault screen. When the last digit had been entered, a small camera appeared and dropped down to where Bucky had positioned the tablet.

At the AI's command, Bucky said, "Tony Stark."

There was a tense moment as they waited for the vault to unlock or an alarm to sound. As soon as the camera disappeared back into the wall, however, there was a soft click followed by a whirring as the vault unlocked.

"I did not expect that to work," Wilson muttered from behind him.

With a roll of his eyes, Bucky led the way into the vault.

Even though he'd been expecting it, the vault was still massive. They stepped first into a large display room, but Bucky could see a hallway duck off to the side and disappear around a corner.

The vault had to be bigger than he expected, but they were in luck because Cleopatra's second egg was sitting on a display in front of them. Not in the display case, which was strange, but on it.

"What are you waiting for?" Wilson asked. He gestured to the egg. "This has got to be the easiest grab you've ever done."

It was true. It was just sitting there and as far as Bucky could tell, there wasn't any type of trip wire or invisible shield. Aside from the obnoxiously difficult security vault, Stark hadn't taken any measures to protect his things inside. He was probably an idiot for it, but Bucky decided not to fault him for it because most idiots wouldn't have gone through the trouble of designing their own vault.

"Something seems off," Bucky muttered in reply.

Wilson raised an eyebrow at him.

"Not enough security," Bucky told him. His frown deepened the longer he stared at the egg because something had to be wrong, but he couldn't figure it out.

"What the hell do you mean 'not enough security'?" Wilson asked. Waving behind them at the closed vault door, he said, "Was that thing not good enough security for you? You want to make things a little more complicated?"

"Something just seems off," Bucky grumbled.

"Well, figure it out later," Wilson told him. He was already getting fidgety and Bucky would be a liar if he said it wasn't amusing. "Grab the egg and let's go. The Bishop won't be distracted for long."

"I was never really distracted to begin with."

At her voice, Bucky and Wilson whipped around to see the Bishop standing behind them. The vault door was still firmly closed and Bucky knew he would have heard it opening, but she was standing in the hallway that led around the corner which led him to two conclusions: either she'd somehow gotten in here before them and hidden, or she'd found another entrance.

"What the actual hell?" Wilson exclaimed. "I left you with Stark. Stark! Who can't keep his hands off women for longer than three seconds."

The Bishop smirked and Bucky thought it would look better if she had been wearing her familiar red lipstick rather than the dark maroon color she had now. He chose to ignore the reminder that he―still―had a preference.

She turned her attention to Bucky. "I'll be taking that egg now."

"Fat chance in hell, doll."

Bucky jumped forward to snatch the egg and the Bishop lunged for him. Somewhere behind them, Wilson shouted indignantly as he was pushed into a display case.

He'd fought the Bishop before, but never quite like this. Usually, he was more focused on beating her to a job than dodging her punch. Unfortunately, he was only decent at both and the Bishop landed an incredibly painful blow to his shoulder.

He cursed, but swung back at her. With a gleam in her eye, she dodged easily and dropped down to knock his feet out from under him. He stumbled, but didn't fall.

As the Bishop jumped back to her feet, Bucky grabbed for the nearest weapon-like thing. It ended up being something that resembled a stick, but it worked and he successfully blocked the Bishop's next punch. When she reached for a nearby spike ball mace, though, Bucky knew he was going to need to step up his game.

She swung and broke his stick in one smooth hit. He barely ducked out of the way of her second swing and scrambled to grab the next thing he could find. To his utter glee, it was a sword.

"Oh, you're fucked now, doll," he told her. He'd fenced during high school and while he hadn't done it since, he was still pretty confident he knew his way around a sword.

"Oo, you kiss your mother with that mouth?" the Bishop teased.

She aimed for his head and Bucky raised the sword to block the hit. The chain on the mace was short, but it was long enough that it wrapped around the sword once. Before the Bishop noticed, he yanked the sword back and ripped the mace from her hands. Both the mace and the Bishop flew over his head, but unlike the mace, the Bishop was aiming for him.

Bucky let out a string of curses as she crashed into him, pinning him to the ground and pulling the sword from his hand. She pulled her arm back to punch him, but Bucky grabbed her fist and rolled them both before she could. Now he was the one pinning her to the ground and it was all a bit too overwhelmingly familiar because her red hair was spread out around her face and the lighting made her glow.

With a loud curse, the Bishop hooked her leg around his waist and rolled them again. She was above him, but not for long. As she pulled her shoulder back―probably to punch him again―they were interrupted by a flood of security guards.

Both the Bishop and Bucky cursed at the same time.

"About time you noticed," Wilson muttered, looking less than thrilled as he stood surrounded by security guards.

In one smooth motion, the Bishop moved off of Bucky and got to her feet. He moved much less elegantly but made it to his feet as well just in time to see Tony Stark cross his arms in front of him.

"And here I thought we had such a lovely time dancing," he told the Bishop. He glanced to where the egg was still sitting on its display case. "You after this thing, then? The mighty egg of Cleopatra?"

"We're not with her," Wilson said.

Stark raised an eyebrow. "She looks pretty 'with you' to me."

"Trust me, she isn't," Wilson assured him. Holding out his hand, Wilson said, "FBI Agent Wilson. That woman there is the Bishop, the greatest thief in the field and here to steal that oversized chicken egg from you."

Bucky had half a mind to tell him to shut up, but that would require him to actually admit he was with him, which he wasn't super stoked about doing. Instead, he decided to let Wilson ride it out on his own. If an FBI agent couldn't figure out when to keep his trap shut, who was Bucky to teach him?

"You got a badge on you, Agent?" Stark asked. He seemed to already know the answer was 'no', however, because he turned to the Bishop before Wilson bothered to answer. "I thought you said they were professionals."

Bucky blinked, but the Bishop was no longer at his side. She was at Stark's side with her arm looped through his and Bucky was pretty sure he was having a nightmare because there was no fucking way a con artist like her was on Stark's side.

"I said James was," she clarified. Bucky's lips twitched and the gleam in her eyes told him she noticed. "I did say Wilson was a federal agent."

"I distinctly remember the word 'professionals', with an 's', coming out of your mouth," Stark argued. The Bishop rolled her eyes. "Doesn't matter," Stark decided. "You know where to take 'em, boys."

Bucky was still frowning, but his tirade of thoughts was cut off abruptly by a sharp blow to the side of his head. The last thing he saw before everything went dark was the Bishop's maroon smirk.