Moonface

The target

The target was in position. Ugh, it would have been so much easier to just shoot him and be done with it, but he was high profile, and the last thing she needed was any attention. Not when she was so close.

"Moonface, have you got the letter?" Came a voice from inside her ear. "Moonface, now is not the time to be zoning out."

"I've got it, Lee, chill." She said, leaning back in her chair. Lee huffed indignantly which made her chuckle. This was going to be a piece of cake. Only one more job and she could find them again.

She sighed and looked down at her book. It wasn't very good, but lots of other women loved it. And she was just a normal girl, in a normal café, reading a normal book. She was totally not here to kill anyone. Nooooooo. Why would you think that?

"Shit, Moonface. Now, do it now!" Lee's voice came urgently in her ear. She closed her book and dropped a bill on the table that was far too much for one drink. Well, if she was going to kill someone here, she might as well give them compensation.

She stood and made her way to the back table, where the target sat. She had one hand in her pocket, resting on a knife. Just in case, you know. Gotta be prepared.

"Excuse me." She said in her best American accent. "I was just leaving and I saw you in the corner of my eye. I just wanted to come over and say thank you for what you have done for this country. My friend Lee is a massive fan so would you please give her an autograph?" She heard Lee snort and mentally shushed her.

"Urm, thank you, of course I can do that for your friend. It's nice to see people can still have pride in their country." The target seemed confused, as if he wasn't used to being congratulated yet. She supposed no one ever really did.

"As if." Lee remarked. Here we go again. Never get Lee started on Americans. "The Americans thing they are oh so high and mighty with their superheroes but in Russia..." She tuned out and handed the paper to the target, making sure to give him the sharpened edge.

"Ow!" He had sliced his finger. Mission success. The poison was in his system. She apologised profusely and handed him a pen. She walked out of the café confidently, grinning at the screams behind her as the target collapsed. He wasn't dead yet, but she had thought he would hold out longer than that. He was a supersoldier.

"Moonface reporting, it's done. He should be out by 4." She looked over her shoulder. She really needed to stop that habit, it made her look suspicious. She hadn't really looked anyway, not properly. But the people around her were all turning back so she stopped in her tracks and whirled around. There was a man running down the road directly towards...

Her.

Of course.

She sighed and noticed the speed he was running at. Wow, he must do a lot of this. She was quite far down the road and he was coming towards her quickly. It was more like the pace of a-

Crap. This day was only going to get worse. She knew exactly who the strange man coming towards her was: the target's best friend.

He stopped just in front of her, his eyes blazing with anger. Of course, she could beat him in a fight but she didn't want to if she didn't have to.

"What the hell did you do to Steve?" Bucky Barnes yelled.