𝑆𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑔~ 𝑆.𝑅𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑠

𝑇𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛

"All right, what do you see?" Steve asks as we're all dispersed in Lagos, "Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target." Wanda replies, "There's an ATM in the south corner, which means . . ."

"Cameras."

"Both cross streets are one way."

"So, compromised escape routes." I roll my eyes bored of this conversation, it's why I liked doing things solo.

"Means our guy doesn't care about being seen, he isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out. You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?"

"Yeah, the red one? It's cute." I glance over and agree, "ooh it's very cute, I want one."

"It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us." Natasha adds making me nod, "You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?"

"Yeah and I can control people with mine but you can't always rely on your powers." I tell her, "Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature."

"Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" Sam asks joining the conversation, "Not to my face. Why? Did you hear something?"

"Eyes on target, folks. This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him." Steve says demanding our attention back to the task at hand.

"If he sees us coming that won't be a problem. He kind of hates us."

"Sam, see that garbage truck? Tag it."

"That truck's loaded for max weight. And the driver's armed."

"It's a battering ram." Ugh great, "Go now." Steve tells us, "What?" Wanda asks confused. "He's not hitting the police." I tell her as we all move.

A man is sitting in the guard station at the institution of infectious disease. He looks over as the garbage truck is coming towards the gate. The driver jumps out, and the truck slams into the gateway. Two trucks rush into the compound through the newly-made entrance.

Soldiers in black armor emerge from the trucks, firing their rifles around the courtyard. Four soldiers fire gas canisters into the building. Soldiers wearing gas masks enter.

Steve then arrives and takes out several of the soldiers. "Body armor, AR-15's. I make seven hostiles." Sam flies in and up to a rooftop, spinning and using his wings to block gunfire. He takes out two soldiers., "I make 5."

Wanda arrives and flies over the rooftop and into the courtyard, blocking fire with her powers. She takes control of one soldier and lifts him upward. "Sam." Sam glides down from the rooftop, catching the soldier on one of his wings. "Four."

"Rumlow's on the third floor."

"Wanda, just like we practiced." Steve instructs Wanda as he prepares to enter the building. "What about the gas?"

"Get it out." Wanda uses her powers to lift Steve up and through the window. Wanda is now using her powers to remove the gas from the building as Sam and I cover her dealing with the other several soldiers.

We separate trying to go after the vial that Rumlow had stolen, Sam and I come up empty but Natasha gets it and so I find myself going back to where Wanda was.

"He remembered you. I was there. He got all weepy about it. Till they put his brain back in a blender. He wanted you to know something." I find Rumlow and Steve fighting well Steve looks distracted by what Rumlow was telling him. "He said to me, 'Please tell Rogers. When you gotta go, you gotta go.' And you're coming with me."  He activates his bomb vest and Steve flinches as Rumlow's armor ignites, but Wanda keeps the blast contained around Rumlow who grimaces in agony. She lifts him into the air before she loses control, and the explosion finally blossoms, devastating entire floors of a nearby office building.

We all look up in shock at the building, "Oh my..." Steve trails off slightly as he stares up. "Sam...We need...Fire and Rescue...on the south side of the building. We gotta get up there."

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"Wanda it's not your fault." I tell her once we're back home and she goes to her room, "it was an accident."

"I hurt so many people." I shake my head and sit beside her, "we all make mistakes, you didn't mean to do it, you were just trying to help."

"But I didn't, I just keep messing things up. I just keep hurting people." I sigh and hesitantly reach for her, maybe she'd rather Vision be here right now.

Instead of grabbing her I grab the remote from beside her and hold it up, "wanna watch?" I didn't know what else to do and I knew she liked watching sitcoms they made her feel better and when her brothers death was still fresh that's how I comforted her. By just sitting and watching.

She smiles appreciatively and nods, I turn the tv on my eyebrows furrowing once the news is the first thing we see, the disaster of what had just happened thrown back in our faces. "I think it really makes us wonder about the types of people we are putting our trust in." My eyes widen and I try to change to turn it off only for Wanda to stop me. She uses her powers to take the remote from my hands and send it across the room as she watches intently. "What trust does Wanda maximoff deserve when she seems to be a d-"

"Wanda don't listen to this, they don't know what they're talking about they're sad miserable people who thrive off of..."

"And Coral Odair the second newest addition, what do we know about her other than she helped take down shield which she had been on the run from." I forgot what I was saying and turn to the screen, "she is a known criminal with murders dating back to her teenage years." My mouth goes dry and my heart pounds it's way up to my throat.

"Just look at this clip we recently acquired that shows her lack of humanity as she kills her own poor unsuspecting father." I stand up as my dads face flashes onto the screen, what were they talking about?

Then the video plays after a viewer discretion and we see cctv footage of my dad walking away from our home and into the street a younger version of me chasing after him. There's no sound so they can't hear all the pleading and begging I was shouting through tears.

"No, no, no how did they get this?" I can't tear my eyes away as it zooms in on him nearing the road, "no daddy stop, please." I whisper to the screen knowing that it was futile and that he was going to die any second.

Just as he's about to be hit by the truck that killed him the screen turns black and I see my own reflection staring back at myself. I turn to see Steve stood in the doorway remote in hand staring at me, his face soft and full of pity. I hated it.

"They didn't have the sound, they made it look like I did it on purpose. They think I killed him on purpose." He places the remote on the bed as he steps closer to me, "they took the sound off on purpose, I didn't-" Steve nods but I sigh and push past him leaving the room although he follows after me. "Cora."

"I'm sorry, but I want to be alone right now." He nods in understanding, "I'll respect that but I just want to make sure that you know that you don't have to be." I smile slightly at Steve who was just too good for me.

He smiles as I shuffle forwards and lean my head on his chest, "thanks Steve." I mumble my voice coming out muffled against him, "always." He replies wrapping an arm around me.