[1] ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴀꜱᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ, ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ.

12.| ᴄɪᴠɪʟ ᴡᴀʀ [1]

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[12]. Civil War.
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NEXT MORNING THERE WAS indeed a mission. In Lagos. The team was already spread out in their own spots. As of right now, they needed to keep a lookout.

"All right, what do you see?" James says on the radio, referring to Wanda.

"Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target." Wanda replied.

Steve hummed. "There's an ATM in the south corner, which means—"

"—Cameras."

"Both cross streets are one way."

"So, compromised escape routes."

James smirked. "Couldn't have said it better myself."

Steve shakes his head. "You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?"

Wanda slightly glanced up. "Yeah, the red one? It's cute."

Natasha then decided to sit at two tables with Wanda.

"It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us." Natasha informed the group.

"You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?" Wanda huffs out

James snorted. "Trust me we didn't forget."

"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature." Natasha snarks

James snorted. "Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?"

"Damnit, I was gonna say that." Sam huffs.

"Sorry birdman."

James noticed a garbage truck driving past barging into other cars. "Sam, see that garbage truck? Tag it."

"Yes, sir."

The group waits a full moments.

"Sometime today would be nice, Sammy." James pushes.

"I'm scanning now." Sam replies. "Trucks loaded at max weight, the driver is armed."

James smiles impressed with himself. "Well, in that case, you lot owe me a thank you. Because it appears i've just found us—"

"A battering ram." Natasha interrupts.

Thats when it all hit James. "Go now," he ordered

Wanda's brows furrowed. "What?"