Beautiful Chaos

{part three | chapter two}

"Alright, what do you see?" Wanda sipped her coffee before responding to Steve's question.

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

"There's an ATM on the south corner which means..."

"Cameras," Lilith finished.

"Both cross streets are one way."

"So," Wanda guessed, "Compromised escape routes."

"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," Lilith said, "The red one?"

"It's cute," Wanda commented.

"It's also bulletproof," Nat mumbled through their ear pieces. She was sitting at a separate table across the café, "Which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody."

"Probably us," Lilith remarked.

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

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

"Anyone ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" Sam asked jokingly through coms.

"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."

" If he sees us coming that won't be a problem," Sam said.

"He kind of hates us," Lilith agreed. Her and Wanda turned at the sound of commotion on the road behind them. A garbage truck was pushing it's way through traffic with no regard for anyone or anything in it's way.

"Sam, you see that garbage truck? Tag it." Lilith saw the Falcon's drone latch onto the truck.

"Give me x-ray," Sam commanded the drone, "That truck is loaded at max weight. And the driver is armed."

"It's a battering ram," Natasha realized.

"Go," Steve ordered, "Now."

"What?" Wanda asked, nearly choking on her coffee.

"He's not hitting the police."

Lilith stood suddenly, knocking over her chair in the process, "No, Steven, he's clearly trying to hit the-" The truck rammed head-on into the Institute for Infectious Diseases. Two other trucks followed behind the battering ram and soldiers jumped out, firing gas canisters into the building through the windows. They were already wearing gas masks to protect themselves from the chemicals as they entered the building.

"Body armor, AR-15's... I make seven hostiles."

"I make five," Sam said, and the sounds of his metal wings hitting soldiers could be heard behind him. Wanda used her telekinesis to push herself off of the ground and onto the top of the building. Lilith saw as she lifted a soldier up and Sam hit him back down to the ground. Hard.

"Four."  Lilith quickly extended her pocket staff and scanned the area. She made eye contact with one of the soldiers and he began to approach her. As he did, he pulled a four-inch blade from his pocket.

"A knife?" Lilith asked playfully, "I love knives... Are you flirting with me?" The soldier growled, annoyed by her commentary and quickened his pace. Lilith sighed and rolled her eyes at the brutish man, "No? Alright, if you want to do this the hard way..." She sighed, a mischievous smirk playing at her features.