26 hours ago
"Portuguese, Portuguese, Portuguese.... Does anybody in this damn city speak English? I mean, I thought my charades were amazing! Yet still, it shouldn't be too hard to point three teams of quarrelling super heroes, an almost broken government spy agency, and a quite possibly psychopathic assassin towards the closest bathroom.... Or you know, to where all the destruction started."
Clint snorts down a chuckle. "I love how she admits that's she's psychopathic."
Raising an eyebrow, Natasha actually allows that almost intimidating thing called a 'smile' to tug a single corner of her lips up. "I love how that's the one thing you got out of all of that."
Churches, castles, museums, castles, churches, churches, museums.... And oh, more castles. Braga is a beautiful city, a beautiful municipality. It's got an almost... old fashion sense about it. So much of what I've seen so far is gorgeous country side, the grass and trees greener than anything I've come to seen. Now we're in the more industrial districts, however, the old fashion almost Renaissance sense is still evident here. I have dearly wanted to visit it in the past, yet have had very little chance to do so, as you may imagine.
Right now though? The majority of it is still intact, but smoke intoxicates the air like a blight, the crumpled remains of the Congregados Basilica still alit. Some buildings are in ruins, cars are flipped like pancakes, and people continue to run berserk. For anyone here, the world appears to be in a partial chaos. Yet one thing remains to be the largest conundrum of all:
Where are all the criminals?
Not a single criminal is in sight, or any of the super heroes that Amos has unlawfully liberated. Just.... nothing. Nothing but the anarchic civilians and the smoking semi-intact buildings.
"Okay, splitting up time. We'll cover more ground," Steve instantly initiates soldier mode, but after my talk with Becca and the others last chapter, I don't find myself stone cold or my heart fluttering like a juvenile school girl. I find a small corner of my lip quirking up in affection instead, yet it subsides after a few moments. Balance, I need balance.
"Team Arrow is with Wolverine, you take the West side of the city. Report through your Bluetooth should you identify anyone of potential threat."
"On it," Oliver replies gruffly, his green hood drawn over his face and masking it darkly, Wolverine walking by his side as the rest of his team trail behind them, Roy and Diggle walking faster to catch up to them. Felicity is currently on the Hellicarrier, feeding us any info she can get on any enemies we may stumble into, as well as our eyes all over the city. That's right, she helped SHIELD tap into every security camera in the city there is. Thank you Felicity.
"Fantastic Four and Stark, take the East side. Same applies to you. Stark, I want you and Storm to cover the skies. Inform anyone should you discover air support from the opposition," Steve sternly continues, the six nodding in agreement, Stark and Johnny instantly taking off into the sky towards the East like a rocket would towards space.
He turns back to the rest of us. "Natasha, Barton, Banner and I will take the North. That's where it apparently all began. And Lilly, Spider-man, Sam and Thor will stay here, should anything manage to bypass us from the North. Clear?"
They all nod, dispersing almost inhumanly quickly, but before Steve can whiz off, I grip his oh so lovely bicep and momentarily drag him to the side. He quirks an eyebrow in questioning, but I can't help myself after his whole enthralling speech.
I salute him. "Oh Captain my Captain, what a lovely speech," I mockingly admire, allowing reality to set back in "but see here's the thing.... I don't do this whole.... Possible chick flick good bye thing where I kiss you, confess my love for you should I be killed or worse, or tell you to be careful in that pleading obnoxious girl voice."
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Falling for the Enemy || Captain America || Book 1
Fanfiction"Trouble is my middle name." ~ Lillian Nightshade is a metaphorical rock in SHIELD's boot, one that not only has a mouth snarkier and more sarcastic than the hypothetical (and entirely impossible) baby of Tony Stark and Deadpool, but has a certa...