UNDERCOVER ⧗ BLACKHILL

Coming Home - 14

(Maria's POV)

"Wanda asked me to move in with them, and I agreed, cause you know, mission and all but-"

"But what? Do you want out?" Fury asked me seriously, on the other end of the line.

"No, I don't want out," I breathe, collecting my thoughts. "I want in, I said I'd move in next week since this one's supposedly busy, so I have time to get everything sorted out on mission front."

"Ok, does that supposedly busy schedule allow you to take a walk to the park? Slip off into the car parked off the north end?"

"Yes, they're on my side so we're good," I recount, my supposed busy schedule is from the customers I already had.

"See you soon," he hangs up the phone, me heading off to get dressed as I'm sneaking off back to the compound for the day, maybe night. It feels like I'm a teenager again. Not that I ever sneaked out then, of course I didn't.

Throwing on some comfortable leggings and a t-shirt, I also throw my hair up into a low ponytail so it stays out of my way. Knowing that probably not everyone in the organization stays at the house I need a way to hide since anyone could be there too. Last thing I need is someone recognizing me. A hat and some sunglasses will have to do.

Making sure everything is all in place, and everything is hidden that needs to be, I take the keys to the house and head out the front door. I don't have much with me, only my phone and keys, I don't need any more than that anyways.

The breeze hits my face, and it's cooling, a nice refreshing breeze. Putting my hat on, I slip out my front door, beginning my walk to the park. I also threw on a pair of sunglasses, to make me less recognizable. Honestly, even though it's not much, I probably wouldn't even recognize myself.

That doesn't mean much, either, as I'm known for having the worst facial recognition on the team. Sure, I can see someone, but not remember where I know them from or their name for the life of me. I do remember faces pertinent to the current case, I'm not that bad.

And sometimes when someone recognizes you, you just play along. You totally know them, and you totally know the story you told them. I know the stories I've told people over the years, don't get me wrong, but it's kind of rare to run into someone from a past mission, so remembering which story you told can be a little troubling.

Walking allows you to clear your mind, well me at least, while also recognizing your surroundings. Especially if your newer to an area, your way around.

The park comes into view, and I walk across it as if I belong there. I do, but not for a reason any person walking by would think. Throwing a bottle from my house I had brought in the trash can so it makes it look if I had went on some kind of mid-morning walk. No one cares about strangers, they're either too focused on their pets or their phones.

Approaching the corner of the park I was told the car could be at, I act as if I'm on my phone, walking back to where I had come from. Head down, I walk across the street, so I'm more secluded as I enter the car. In this business of being an undercover agent, you learn how to conceal yourself in different areas.

Those ways can be from walking with a large group of people, or walking in front of a glass building, so if someone were to try to look at it, there's a higher chance of the sun reflecting off the glass, making it hard if not impossible to make you out against it.

There's a rather large pole by the end also, one of those with a button so you can cross the crosswalk. I stand behind it for the shortest second, tapping my screen as if I'm sending a text, a reason to stop walking. Although hard through tinted windows, I see the slight silhouette or Fury in the driver's seat.