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CHAPTER TWO the mysterious biker
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IT HADN'T TAKEN THE AVENGERS very long to arrive in Paris. One of the perks of having a quinjet at their disposal was that it cut travel time down considerably. They had gone over the plan twice during the trip, and another time once they had arrived, before they all went to their assigned posts.
Clint Barton and Bruce Banner remained on the cloaked quinjet that hovered above the city for comms and visuals. The feed from the infra-red technology that had been developed by Whalen Enterprises was being sent directly to the computer screen for Banner to oversee.
Natasha Romanoff was on the ground, posing as a businesswoman getting coffee at a little cafe. She had weapons hidden under her trench coat and a motorcycle parked along the street. The spy was ready. All she needed was the signal from Steve Rogers so that she could jump into action.
Thor Odinson and Maeve Whalen were stationed to the west. They each stood on top of buildings diagonal from each other as they overlooked the busy streets of Paris, patiently waiting for Banner to tell them that he had located the HYDRA vehicles.
To the east, also posted on top of two buildings diagonal from one another, were Steve Rogers and Tony Stark. The former swept his eyes across the roads below, looking for any signs of suspicious activity while the latter was completely lost in his thoughts.
Tony was thinking about her again. About his Ophelia Southerns. She had been by his side the last time he was in Paris. They had walked hand-in-hand all day with lovesick smiles plastered across their faces as they talked about the future and what it held for them. Things were so much simpler then.
"Tony, come in," Steve's voice flooded his ears, snapping the man from his thoughts.
"I copy," Tony replied.
For a moment, the team had thought they lost Tony to his own thoughts. Because no matter how hard Tony tried to hide it, they had seen the look on his face when they first arrived in Paris. They knew what was on his mind. So to hear his voice flood through the comms was a relief.
