My Moon (Natasha Romanoff X OC)

16.2

Misson
On radio:

Steve: Alright, what do you see?

Wanda: Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target.

Steve: There's an ATM at the south corner, which means...

Astroia: Cameras.

Steve: Both cross streets are one way.

Astroia: So, compromised escape routes.

Steve: Means our guy doesn't care about being seen, he isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out. You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?

Wanda: Yhea, the red one? It's cute.

Me, Steve, Wanda, Nat and Sam sit at a cafe with our baseball hats and sunglasses as a disguise - pretty stupid if you ask me.

Natasha: It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us.

Wanda: You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?

Astroia: Technically, so can I.

Natasha: Looking over your shoulder needs to become a second nature. - She warns us.

Steve: Anybody ever told you you're a little paranoid? - He spats back.

Natasha: Not to my face. Why? Did you hear something?

Steve: Eyes on target, folks. This is the best lead on Rumlow we've had in six months. I don't want to lose him.

Sam: If he sees us coming that won't be a problem. He kind of hates us.

A garbage truck that was driving up the street catches Steve's eye and his face turns a focused expression.

Steve: Sam, see that garbage truck? Tag it.

A small drone controlled by Sam, launches and flies down to scan the garbage truck.
"Give me r-xay" Sam mutters.

Sam: That truck's loaded for max weight and the driver's armed.

Astroia: It's a battering ram.

Natasha: Go now.

Wanda: What?

Steve: He's not hitting the police.

A man sitting in the guards station looks over at the truck coming torwards the gate.
The driver jumps out, and the truck slams into the gateway. Two more trucks rush into the compound to go through the newly-made entrance.

Black armed soldiers keep coming out of the trucks and fire their rifles around the courtyard.  Four more soldiers fire gas canisters into the building and soldiers with gas masks enter.

Me and Steve arive near the soldiers and start taking them down.

Steve: Body armor, AR-15's. We make seven hostiles.

Sam flies in and up to a rooftop, spinning and using his wings to block gunfire. He takes out two soldiers.

Sam: I make five.