"Sneaky April" for April is all about April Dancer!

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Beneath both his eyes and spreading onto one cheek were bruises of varying shades of red, black and blue. He was favoring his right leg, as he limped through the agent's entrance at headquarters in New York.

The Russian accepted his ID badge from the agent manning the desk without a word, pinning it on his lapel himself. He'd long resigned himself to the fact that he wouldn't get the same courtesy that his partner received, having his tenderly pinned on by the receptionist.

The woman named Alma was new to UNCLE, had been warned not to bother the Mister Kuryakin with overly sympathetic attention when he was showing signs of being fairly beaten up, which was quite often.

Despite his condition, Illya was in fairly good spirits, though he would have been hard-pressed to smile if asked.

He was relieved the new receptionist said nothing, knowing he looked pretty bad and simply nodded his thanks to her before stepping through the secondary entrance.

The first person he met in the corridor was April Dancer, whose face spoke volumes when she saw him.

“Oh Illya...”

“Please April do not say it. I am well aware of my appearance.”

“May I suggest something to help? If that's all right you silly goose.”

“And what would that be?” The two walked down the grey corridor together, heading towards the elevator.

She pulled a compact and tube of concealer from her purse.”With this... Makeup 101, Mr. Kuryakin,” she smiled. She wondered why he hadn’t thought of it himself, given he was a master of disguise .

His lips finally broke into one of those small crooked smiles if his in return.

“Thank you for a very good idea April,” he said, pushing her hand holding the make up back towards her purse. “I think I will use my own kit.  It is in my office.”

“Would you like some help?”

He cocked his head to one side. “Why not?”

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Napoleon walked into the office he shared with his partner, seeing Illya and April Dancer, sitting and chatting together.  Nothing surprising, but he did a double take, looking at Illya’s face.

“Wait, didn’t you have two black eyes and bruising on...?”

“What bruising?” April asked, using her best poker face. "And black eyes you say?"

“No way, I saw Illya get beaten up...you couldn’t have recovered that quickly.”

“The miracle of modern medicine,” Illya said, that lower lip of his protruded while not batting an eye.

“Really?” Napoleon raised his eyebrows in response and turned around, shaking his head as he decided to head up to medical.

He had a rather large and unsightly bruise on his backside...now if they could take care of that embarrassing discoloration, he could keep his date with Adrienne, a voluptuously gorgeous woman he’d met in Queens.

As the doors shushed closed,  Solo swore he could hear laughter coming from the other side...

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Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed this little bit of fluff. Poor Napoleon is going to be very disappointed when he gets the answer from the medical team.