The Mimic

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"See anything out of the ordinary yet?" Steve asked over the earpiece, his voice slightly hushed despite not being near anyone. 

The team had arrived in Lagos after a quick flight in the quinjet, and everything seemed to be going to plan. Everyone seemed to have changed their moods into ones that were more focused, including y/n. It wasn't normal for y/n to be acting so serious, but it just seemed fitting for the situation. This man was an ex-Hydra operative. Hydra took y/n's life from her. Let's just say that she wasn't really in the mood for jokes.

"Nothing that I can see." Y/n murmured, putting her phone to her ear so people didn't think that she was talking to herself. She had managed to find a coffee shop with outdoor seating, so she'd bought herself a coffee and sat down at one of the tables. Y/n was trying her hardest to blend in, and was doing a pretty good job at it. But that wasn't a surprise. She was a secret to the world for decades, hiding in plain sight wasn't a thing that y/n struggled with. She took a slight breath as she leaned back in her chair, continuing to pretend that she was having a phone call. 

"What do you see?"

"There's a lot of cars, but nothing out of the ordinary. None of the cars look armoured, and I can see the faces of all the people in each car." Y/n hummed casually, taking a sip of her coffee. She was almost grateful that they weren't launched straight into action, but now she was constantly on edge and waiting for something to happen. If Bucky was on the mission, they would've created a Fred and Darlene scenario - that would've definitely lifted her spirits. But, y/n was actually being serious for once. The fact that Rumlow used to work for Hydra made her feel sick. He had a hand in Bucky's brainwashing. It was disgusting. If her nightmares weren't haunting her, y/n would definitely be trying to kill Rumlow. She wanted revenge for everything that Hydra did. 

"Hey, y/n. Garbage truck coming your way, keep an eye on it. It's acting weird." Natasha suddenly chimed in over the earpiece.

Y/n looked up from her coffee, frowning as she noticed the garbage truck barrelling down the road. She sat up a little straighter, setting her phone back into her pocket so she could focus a little better. The garbage truck was causing carnage in the already busy road, practically forcing it's way through the centre. "Sam, can you get Redwing to check the inside of that truck?" Y/n asked, preparing herself to get up. Several cars were beeping at the truck as it sped down the road, causing a lot of commotion with pedestrians and people sat trying to enjoy their coffees. Y/n grimaced slightly at all the noise and the chaos that was beginning to bubble, she wasn't awake enough for all of this noise. She slowly begun to get out of her chair as she watched Redwing fly down and analyse the truck. Y/n already knew that it was suspicious, but she needed Sam to confirm it before she jumped into action.

Sam glanced down at the device on his arm that connected to redwing, frowning at the sight. He was stood at the edge of a rooftop with a perfect view of the garbage truck, he just needed the confirmation from Steve. "The driver and the passenger are armoured. It's at max weight, and gaining speed. Which means-"

"It's a battering ram." Natasha and Wanda said in unison, standing up from their tables.

It was go time.

 Nat begun to sprint after the garbage truck, weaving through the busy crowds on the sidewalk. She pulled out her gun from the inside of her jacket, continuing to sprint as fast as she could without running into anyone, which was a hard task. Natasha cursed slightly under her breath, keeping both hands on her gun. She couldn't get close enough to the truck to shoot out its tires. The risk of accidentally shooting a civilian was too high. "I can't get close enough to shoot! Wanda, figure out where they're going!" Nat called out over the earpiece, continuing to run as fast as she could. 

"Got it!" Wanda called out, using her powers to fly up into the air. She made sure not to be spotted by any of the men, flying as high as she possibly could. It didn't take long for Wanda to spot a huge building ahead of the truck, frowning as she lowered herself down to take a look. "IFID..." She murmured, squinting as she tried to find the definition on the sign. But, as soon as she read it, her eyes widened in surprise. "Institute For Infectious Diseases!" Wanda called out over the earpiece, quickly flying back up into the air before she could get spotted. This was more serious than the team thought it was going to be. "Y/n-"

"On it." Y/n responded before Wanda could even ask her. She set her coffee cup down as she walked away from her table, not noticing that she was walking with a 'deathwalk'. Hydra was on her mind, she couldn't help but fall back into old habits. Especially because this man had a hand in the brainwashing of Bucky. If he wanted to torture Hydra soldiers, he could die at the hands of one. Y/n casually walked past a biker, stealing the keys from his table with ease. The man didn't even notice. She begun to pick up the pace once she stole the keys, quickly getting on the motorcycle and starting it up. Y/n didn't have time to debate whether or not to put the helmet on, so she simply left it on the ground as she zoomed out onto the road. There were no jokes or sarcasm this time, y/n was in the focus mode that she always teased Steve for. 

Y/n let the motorcycle go as fast as possible, gripping onto the handles tightly. She cursed slightly at the sheer amount of cars she had to weave through, but she was gaining on the truck. "Shooting the tires isn't going to work, Nat. It'll crush too many pedestrians." She called out over the earpiece, pulling out her gun from the holster on her jeans. Y/n had another plan. She was just going to shoot the driver and the passenger. A look of determination was plastered across y/n's face as she took a side road, managing to get beside the truck. She blasted the driver door open with an energy orb, preparing to shoot the driver. But, before she could, the driver and the passenger jumped out of the truck, causing y/n to finally look up and realise where she was. But, by the time she had realised, it was far too late.

The truck crashed straight into the guarded entrance to the facility, and so did y/n.