About You

Lagos

A/N - although the next few chapters follow the story of Civil War, IT IS NOT A DIRECT COPY, after the events of Civil War, the normal story continues xoxo

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Lagos, Nigeria

"Hey," I whispered, squeezing Wanda's knee, "it's going to be fine, it's a simple mission."

She nodded, "this is my first proper mission since Sokovia."

"I know," I smiled sadly, "but it's okay. We're all here and we've got your back if anyone tries to give you any shit."

She nodded and took a deep breath, leaning her head on my shoulder while I took a sip of my coffee. We sat hand in hand next to each other in a café in Nigeria, Nat at the table around the corner and the rest of the team positioned around us.

"All right," Steve said through coms, "what do you see?"

Wanda looked around and squeezed my hand tightly, "standard beat cops, small station, quiet street."

"It's a good target," I finished, taking a sip of my drink.

"There's an ATM in the south corner," Steve replied.

"Which means, cameras?" Wanda replied.

I nodded and kissed the side of her head, "both of the streets are one way," I pushed,

"Compromised escape routes," she finished.

I smiled proudly and nodded again.

"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 half way up the block?" Steve asked.

"The red one?" Wanda replied, "it's cute."

"It's also bulletproof," Natasha cut in, subtly looking over at us, "private security which means more guns, which means more headaches for someone ... probably us."

"You guys know we can move things with our minds, right?" I smirked into my mug.

"Looking over your shoulder needs to be second nature, dekta," Natasha said.

I nodded, finishing my drink and looking around.

"Anyone ever told you you're a little paranoid?" Sam asked Nat with a small laugh.

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

"Eyes on the prize," Steve cut them off, "this is the best lead we've had on Rumlow for six months; we're not losing him again."

"He kind of hates us," I added, "if he sees us coming, that won't be a problem."

"Guys," Wanda whispered, "that truck looks weighted, it's moving slower than it should."

I looked over and nodded lowly, "I agree."

"Sam," Steve started, "tag it."

"On it," he smirked as red wing flew towards the truck, "give me an x-ray."

"Well?" I asked.

"Maximoff was right," Sam said.

"It's a battering ram," Natasha concluded, standing up quickly.

"GO NOW," Steve shouted,

I grabbed Wanda's arm and dragged her away from the café.

"What?" she asked.

"He's not hitting the police," Steve told us.

"Wands hold my hand properly," I ordered.

She grabbed my hand tightly and I snapped my fingers, getting us next to the truck as it drove straight into a fence, breaking it down and into a new area where seven or eight soldiers emerged wearing black armour.