the strongest avenger (2)

seventy two

I feel like a super spy.

My suit covers my body, my white hair pulled back into a braid, knives in my pockets. Bucky crouches down next to me, decked out in all black, knives in his pockets with a gun strapped across his back.

The moonlight casts a soft glow over the town house roofs, making the area look spooky and haunted.

"Alright, are you ready?" He asks me.

I turn towards him and nod, then pushing up out of my crouch. My feet make no noise as I glide across the roof, sliding down the slant and settling on the edge.

I place my hands on the outer edges of the gutter and lean forward, peering over the edge and seeing the window that looks into David Reynolds' townhouse.

"It's this one right?" I sit up and ask Bucky.

"Yes. I'm gonna go and come in the other way."

"See you then." I give him a smirk and then grasp the gutter with my left hand, jumping and swinging into the window, my leg out first.

The window breaks, the sound of the glass breaking causing my ears to scream.

I land in a crouch and roll, standing up and looking around the room. I'm in a hallway.

Holding out my hands, I close my eyes and focus on feeling the wavelengths in the room, the way the air moves and flows, sensing for any disturbances.

There.

My eyes snap open as I stride down the hallway, and stop in front of a door. Presumably a bedroom. Taking a deep breath, I kick out and the door bursts open.

There's a loud pop of a gun, so I hold my hand and freeze everything. A green hue emits from my hand, swirling around it as I take in my surroundings.

David holding a gun towards me, a bullet flying through the air...frozen now...aiming right for my head. His bedroom is relatively clean, dresser, nightstand, TV, bed.

Normal. Not very Hydra-like.

I stride forward and pluck the bullet from the air, continuing towards the man and taking the gun from him.

I pull back on my power and watch as David staggers forward, his eyes flicking from where I am, to where I was, to his now empty hand.

"Wha—"

"Enough." I flick my hand at him.

White tendrils of energy shoot from me and wrap around his body, one around his mouth to muffle him. I turn and leave the bedroom, making my way into the living room, his body floating behind me.

I set him down on the couch, while I sit on the kitchen table, waiting for James. Eventually there's a knock, so I go and open the door to see James staring down at me.

"Everything okay?"

"Yep. He is subdued. So, let's get this over with."

I lead him through the townhouse and into the living room, David just glaring at us.

"Take that white thing off his mouth, we should talk first and then the other thing."

I do as Bucky says, pulling back the white tendril from where it rested in David's mouth.

"What the fuck do you want?" He asks.

Glancing over at James, I let him take the lead.

"Information." James says while walking towards David. "Your coworker Matthew wasn't able to give us much."