Without You {𝟙𝟚} | Marvel √

chapter one

LAGOS, NIGERIA; The country was very beautiful during this time of year; The end of March. But while some people noticed the beauty, most people did not. They had other things to worry about. Like...finding and arresting bad people.

At a small outside cafe, a woman with dark red hair poured a small packet of sugar into her coffee before she stirred it. Spontaneously, she kept looking back behind her, spotting police officers. She lifted up her coffee to drink, revealing herself as Wanda Maximoff, in civilian clothes and a baseball cap.

"Alright, what do you see?" the voice of Steve Rodgers spoke in her comms.

"Standard beat cops. Small station," Wanda said, placing her cup of coffee down, "Quiet street. It's a good target."

She glanced up towards the building for just a second, finding the face of Steve in his Captain America suit poking out through a curtain. She turned back to her coffee as he said,

"There's an ATM in the south corner, which means—"

"Cameras," Wanda muttered, pretending to scratch her lip.

"Both cross streets are one way. So, compromised escape routes. Means our guy doesn't care about being seen. He isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out — You see the Range Rover halfway up the block?"

"Yeah, the red one?" Wanda asked, quickly spotting it down the street, "It's cute."

"It's also bulletproof," the voice of Natasha Romanoff spoke on comms.

Wanda lifted up her coffee again as Natasha Romanoff in jeans and a beige trench coat was revealed to be sitting at a table behind her,

"...which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us."

"Exactly."

Wanda looked off to the side to find Alexandria Romanoff Rodgers or Allie Rodgers sitting at one of the cafe tables as well. Sipping on a coffee, she wore blue jean trousers, white air forces, a dark gray long-sleeved turtleneck, and a dark blue and white plaid jacket. She wore a black cap and sunglasses while Wanda looked slightly annoyed,

"You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?" she asked.

"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature," Natasha said and Wanda looked back at her.

"Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid," said the voice of Sam Wilson on comms.

"Not to my face, why? Did you hear something?" Natasha asked.

"You ever heard of being cautious, Samuel?" Allie asked.

"Don't call me that."

"Eyes on target, folks."

Allie almost rolled her eyes before taking a sip of her coffee again while her father continued,

"This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't wanna lose him."

"Like how you lost him two years ago?" Allie asked.

"Lose the sass."

"If he sees us coming, that won't be a problem. He kinda hates us."

"Yeah, if someone dropped a building on me, I would be mad, too," Allie muttered.

Inside the building, Steve looked out another window, where he found a garbage truck pushing its way through traffic, with no regard to pedestrians or other vehicles, "Sam..." he said, pressing his comms, "See that garbage truck. Tag it."