Synapse/Quicksilver
The Avengers need someone to infiltrate the Hellfire Club. (Not the Gala! The actual club.) Also, ignoring the retcon as always.
Stark, probably: "Hey, remember how Magneto used to be White King of the Hellfire Club?"
Pietro: *already seeing where this is going* "No."
Stark: "Well, that means his kids are members."
Pietro: "Did you ask Wanda?"
Stark: "She said, 'No.' And hexed the fuck out of Carol for asking. So, suit up, buttercup, you're going to the club."
Pietro: "No."
Stark: "Synapse is your backup."
Emily: "I have the biceps of a professional boxer with mild superstrength. I am way too jacked to wear the Hellfire stripper costume."
Stark: "Don't care. You both have to wear the Hellfire costumes. Figure it out."
So Synapse and Quicksilver go to the Hellfire Club. She's wearing tights and a waistcoat without a shirt. He's wearing a corset and booty shorts. They're both wearing heels. Everyone in the club is too shocked/aroused/busy staring her arms and his ass and their *gestures* everything to notice that Synapse and Quicksilver just stole the info/thing they needed right under everyone's noses.
