#young!mick

We haven’t seen him do it, but I don’t think there was any implication that he couldn’t do it? He seemed unsurprised by Len’s skill and they seemed relatively equal at most times in their actual thieving ability, it was just that Len was much more of a long term planner who’d iron out their jobs whereas Mick was more ready to bring the pain. Mick also seemed to have a greater understanding for bombs and other pyrotechnics whereas Len focused a lot more on the timing of a job.

But no, we haven’t seen Mick actually pickpocket as far as I can recall. 

I imagine though that he and Len learned it somewhat together. Little Leo and his learning to rewire circuits on security systems, getting his little fingers places that other people couldn’t, learning before long that his deftness had other benefits. Lifting things for kicks, and for some extra cash to help out with his little sister. 

Okay, so for the sake of this story Leonard and Mick are early twenties (which makes Lisa 10-12 I think?)I had a lot of fun writing this one, hopefully it doesn’t dissapoint

Leonard and Rory - BrotpSnart siblings

               “Mick!”Leonard shouts, slamming the metal door behind him before jimmying it with abroom and crowbar. The alarms ringing in his ears, another quick glance to hiswatch. “We’ve got a minute and ten seconds before the cops pull up.”

               Theother young man rounded the corner, manic grin still in place. “Emergency doorsare all blocked,”

               “Good,”he motioned them down a hall, easily scaling a shelf of supplies and pulling ascrewdriver from his pocket. “We’ll have four, maybe five minutes before thecops figure out what’s happened.” He works quickly, pulling a vent cover offbefore offering a hand and hoisting Mick up at his side.

               Theymove with relative silence through the ventilation, Leonard occasionallymotioning a stop when he can see there are cops in the room below. He easilyflips the outer vent cover, easing it down. “I didn’t think we planned ongetting out this way?” Mick asked as he climbed into the grass.

               “Didn’t,”Len offers a sharp look, “But you should always have a plan B.” he motionedwith his head toward the brush, “Come on, we aren’t safe yet.” Several detours laterhe’s tossing a duffle toward the larger boy. “Change, there’s a shirt and pantsyour size.”

               Mickopens the bag, pulling his face back in disgust. “They stink,”

               “It’s cologne,you’ll live.” He pulls the new shirt over his head. “If they have a K-9 unityou’ll thank me.” He adds, tossing his previous outfit into one of the bushes.Mick follows suit and soon they are at the back door of the ragged houseLeonard calls home. He knocks, a pattern he and Lisa agreed on earlier thatday.

               Sheopens the door, young face lighting with relief. “Lenny!” she wraps her armsaround his waist tightly, then pulls back with her nose scrunched up, “Yousmell like dad when he forgets to shower.”

               “Mhm,”he nods, motioning Mick into the house. “Change of clothes in the bathroom,”Once the other boy is gone Leonard bends down to eye level with her. “You okay?”

               Shenods, “Doors all stayed locked like you said, no one came looking.” Shemotioned to the counter, “I made cookies for you and Mick,” she smiled.

               Hesmiled back, pressing a gentle kiss to her crown. “Cookies sound amazing Sis.”He rose, motioning to himself, “But first I’m going to change.”

               Shenods, making her way to the kitchen while Leonard moves through the house. Themoment Mick opens the bathroom door Leonard shoves him inside, closing the doorwith his foot. “What happened out there?” he hissed.

               “Whatare you talking about?” Mick scoffed.

               Therewas fury pouring from the smaller boy as he grabbed Mick’s shirt, but his voiceremained low. “You lost focus, you set of smoke detectors and you cost us ourscore!”

               Mickshrugged out of his grip, “So? We go back, not like they saw our faces. ‘Sides,”he pulled a small gem from his pocket, “Wasn’t completely useless.”

               “Noneof that matters now,” Len snarls, knocking the small gem to the ground. “Museumwill be even more guarded, and no one will buy an item that hot for months.” Heran a hand over his head, pacing the small space, “I needed that money Mick,”he turned, desperation in his gaze. “How am I supposed to tell Lisa we don’thave money for food?”

               Mick softenedslightly, “Here,” he reached into an inner pocket, pulling out a couple rollsof cash and setting them on the sink. Leonard looked from the money, then backto Mick with surprise. He just shrugged, “popped open the registers while youwere playing with the security system.” He picked the gem up, holding itbetween them. “When you can sell this, it’s 25/75. Got it?”

               Leonardsmirks, offering his hand. “Deal.” They shake on it, then Len motions backtoward the kitchen. “Lisa is waiting with a plate of, likely burnt, cookies.”

               Mickgrins, “Just how I like them.” Brushing past the other boy and making his waythrough the house.

               Lengrabs the money, flipping through it on the way to his room. Nowhere near whathe could of made with his intended target, but enough to sustain them a monthor so. It would do. He hides the money beneath a false floorboard, then runsthrough the shower before changing into his own clothes and going to join theother pair in the kitchen.

They were celebrating a job well done. As they fucking should. What a haul! What a goddamn amazing haul.

Mick couldn’t stop grinning. Or drinking. The news was spreading fast. Len was a fuckin’ genius. He was. Mick was sure of it. That planning, down the freakin’ second, but it worked so well. No one had ever pulled off a job like that. Mick couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was a thing of beauty. Getting out just under the wire, the cops holding their own hats in confusion, the goods being worth a cool million. Even after the Santini cut and splitting with the crew, Mick was gonna have more money than he’d ever seen in his life!

All thanks to the punk asshole he’d saved in juvie. Sometimes the world really did reward you for good behavior. Who’d have known?

Lenny kept grinning too. He didn’t often but there it was -- ear to fucking ear. Just wide. People kept handing him drinks: beer, shots, whiskey, you name it. He was king of the world for the night tonight. Mick felt a pull in his chest. That kind of genius, of power and smarts, still fucking young -- he was gonna make enemies, allies, all of it. Len Snart was going places, that much he knew.

He had to go out for a smoke. It was too much, all of a sudden.

He never made it all the way there, though. Was making a beeline for the backdoor of the little dive when a hand caught his shoulder.

“Going somewhere?”

It was Len. ‘Course it was.

“Smoke time.”

“That so?”

He titled his head with a little smile like he didn’t believe Mick for a second, like he saw right through him. Motherfucker. He had that laser vision that always made Mick think he knew more’n he did. 

“Yeah. That’s so.”

“You weren’t thinking of taking off?”

“Now why would I do that on our big haul?”

Len stepped into his space, a little too close, whiskey breath. “You tell me.”

Mick wanted to punch him. God, he wanted to kiss him. “Don’t fuck with me, Snart. You run a good job but--”

Len’s lips were on his. Holy fuck, Len’s lips were on his.

Oh he could get used to this. Rounded up Snart by the shoulders and switched their spots, had him caged against the wall in heartbeat. Oh hell yeah.

Len wove his arms around Mick’s shoulders and let him ravage his mouth like a starved man. He had more finesse than this but fuck he was drunk, and horny, and it was Len. He’d been dreaming about this for months. He could show restraint later.

“Ah--umm...”

He pulled back and growled at the guy trying get their attention, the bartender. Mick didn’t even bother reaching for his own piece -- he reached for Len’s, tucked in his belt.

“Got a problem?” he asked, not leaning back from Snart’s space, able to feel his breath against his cheek. He had his hand on the gun and the guy backpeddled fast.

“No uh-- no.”

“Good.”

He didn’t bother waiting for more, just looked back at Len. “Now where were we?”

“Finding a room, maybe?” Lenny’s grin was crooked. It always was. Mick grinned in return.

“One more minute.”