"There is no honour among thieves, but you are no thief are you? Fallen Hero."
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In the events of Infinity War, Thanos is defeated, with the unknown help of a Secret Organisation named The Syndicate.
A year later, agents Natasha Romanoff...
The skies roamed quiet. The streets filled with business men and women on angry calls, and the wilderness flourished with the chirps of the birds and squeaks of forest friends. The world was safe, finally.
Natasha and Wanda sit in the living area, Natasha drinking a bottle of beer and Wanda tucking into a bowl of noodles.
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"So...how have you been?" Natasha leans forward in her chair, attentively analysing her face.
"Yeah...yeah I've been good, better. He's happier I hope, and he said it was for the best so-how are you feeling?" Wanda twiddles her fork around in her noodles.
"Yeah-yeah I've been...okay." Natasha takes in a heavy breath supplied with a half smile.
"Natalia." Wanda drops her fork on the plate and gives Natasha a stern look.
"I don't know, I feel the same as I did before, I felt the same when he left and I feel the same now." Natasha shrugs as she takes her bottle of alcohol to her lips.
"You know what will brighten that mood?" Wanda asks, a smirk across her face as she stands from her chair.
"Oh no, Wands I am in no mood." Natasha begins to smile as she realises, shaking her head in dismissal.
But that changes nothing for Wanda, she leans herself against the incredibly expensive jukebox that Tony bought on one of his sprees, but never uses, and presses the button. A tune starts playing and Wanda bobs her head beginning to twist her hips to the song.
Let's Twist Again - Chubby Checker
Natasha holds her smile at the corner of her mouth, placing her bottle on the table and clapping her hands.
"There's the Russian girl I know and love." Wanda giggles holding out her hands for Natasha to take them. She, hesitantly does and Wanda pulls her up to her feet.
Meanwhile...
"I need eyes in the sky, not eyes staring at asses." I grunt, crawling through the tight vents of the factory building.
"Yes, sorry ma'am." There's a fumble in my ear piece and I smile, listening to the chaos.
"Aw give him a break Knight, urges are the first step in puberty." Lawrence jokes through the ear piece.
"Hey, I've got a lower voice than you asshole." Tyler bites back, however it's all jokes.
"Soon kiddo, soon...Maybe..." I join in with a laugh. There's a deep chuckle from Lawrence, lower than his usual just to prove a point.
"Alright guys, get a room will you." Tyler brushes it off with sarcasm, he knows we don't intend on hurting his feelings, after six months of working with the same two people it's hard not to understand their humour.
"How're we doing on the Brady Bunch?" I move the subject on as I approach the office.
"Uhhhm, no movement as of yet." He checks the camera's.
