Hera grinned widely. This was going to be very, very enjoyable.
Reaching for his hand, as though to lead him out, she instead slipped the handcuffs down to her palm and expertly flicked them open. A blink of an eye later, one of the bracelets was clasp around Captain America's wrist. Before he would be able to feel what she'd done, Hera quickly lifted the other side of the cuffs up to clamp it tightly around one of the coat hooks that hung from each of the booths. He wasn't going anywhere with her.
"I'm sure that as bendy as you are, you won't have any problem getting out of that," she purred. Then she wiggled her fingers in a departing wave, and strolled away into the crowd.