What I Lost || sequel to Worth It

Three

(Y/N)'s POV

Since I moved in with Matt, I've changed my style. Crossing off my targets in public places with lots of witnesses may seem more risky but believe it or not, it feels safer to me. I try to keep the confrontation to a minimum. Matt may like to fight in a dumb costume by the cover of darkness but that's the way I roll. Not usually. Every so often, a situation arises where I have do dust off my Avengers training.

"I need your help." Matt walked up to me while I made myself breakfast.

"Help with what?" I asked.

"There's a group of firearms traffickers coming through tonight, I want your help stopping them."

I stopped buttering my toast and looked up at him.

"You honestly want my help?"

"Yes. No casualties though."

"You're no fun." I shook my head.

"I'd rather be boring than a murderer."

"Suit yourself," I shrugged. "When are we doing this? I assume you'd want time to pray or something."

"Twelve. That's when they're moving through here. We need to beat them to it."

"Alrighty then, just make sure no one sees me. I still have a cover to maintain, as far as my family knows I was last seen in Portland, Oregon."

"Try not to get shot again."

"No promises." I smile.

•••

The suit Matt had made for me is less than ideal, but I make it work. It's skin tight with a black mask that comes half way down my face with mesh where my eyes are, at least it doesn't have horns.

"Have I ever told you how much I hate this suit?" I ask Matt while we stand on a rooftop.

"Yes. Many times." He sighs.

"Well one more can't hurt, I hate this suit."

"You wanna trade?"

"As if my ass could fit in your suit." I joke.

He would never admit it but Matt really does like having me around. I may not be able to hear heartbeats or tell you what you had for lunch two days ago but I can emotions pretty well and he obviously doesn't hate me nearly as much as he may pretend to.

"Try to be quiet." He shushes me.

"You sound like Steve."

"Captain America? I'm choosing to take that as a compliment."

"I'm not gonna say whether or not it was intended to be one."

We waited on the roof a few minutes more until we saw two black cargo trucks pull up below us.

"That's our que." I said to Matt.

Instead of responding, he jumped off the roof and onto one of the cargo trucks. I followed suit.

"Hello, bad guys." I smiled at the men exiting the truck I was standing on, they raised their guns at me.

They fired but I was already jumping down. I swung my leg around and my foot met the side of one of the men's faces. He went toppling to the ground and his weapon fell from his grasp.

Another man growled and charged at me with a pocket knife. I dodged the sharp blade and twisted his arm. When I heard a sickening crack, I let go.

The man I kicked to the ground was getting up and I couldn't have that.