𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃| 𝐒. 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 |

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LAGOS, NIGERIA
2016

Milana and Wanda sit outside a small coffee shop, each at a separate table to avoid drawing attention. Milana exudes confidence, a testament to the rigorous training sessions she and Wanda have undergone. She wears sunglasses, a black leather jacket, blue jeans, and black boots, her appearance casual yet prepared for action.

The sisters exchange a brief glance, a silent communication that speaks of their readiness and trust in each other. Wanda, dressed in a dark green jacket and jeans, casually sips her coffee, her eyes scanning the area for any signs of trouble. Milana mirrors her movements, her senses heightened and ready to tap into her powers at a moment's notice.

"Alright, what do you see?" Steve's voice floods into Milana's ears through comms.

"Standard beat cops." She replies, keeping an eye on her surroundings, taking a sip of her coffee. "Small station, quiet street. It's a good target."

Across the street, Steve stands in a nearby building, his eyes constantly moving, monitoring the surroundings. He, unlike the girls, is wearing his full Captain America attire.

"There's an ATM on the south corner, which means...?"

"Cameras." Wanda answers, straching her face nervously. 

The solider continues to test the girls on their knowledge. "Both cross streets are one way." 

"So comprimised escape routes." Milana sighs. 

Steve nods, despite not being able to be seen by anyone, feeling proud of Milana. "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?"

"The red one?" Milana looks sideways to get a good view of the vehicle. "It's cute."

Natasha then suddenly comes into comms, looking at both girls from a few tables away, also dressed in casual attire. "It's also bulletproof. Which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us."

"You guys know we can move things with our minds, right?" Wanda and Milana both say in perfect synchrony, spooking out their teammates. 

"Well, looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature." Natasha responds. 

Sam is perched on a nearby rooftop, his goggles giving him a clear view of the marketplace below. "Has anyone ever told you you're a little paranoid?"

"Not to my face." Natasha jokes. "Why, did you hear something?"

"Eyes on target, folks." Steve inturrupts, not appreciating how lightly his team is taking this. "This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months, I don't want to loose him."

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

"Sam..." Steve peers outside his window, looking at a garbarge truck in the streets. "See that garbage truck? Tag it."

Sam does exactly that, pressing a button and making a tiny little drone fly out of his suit, flying over to the garbarge truck in the street and attaching itself to the vehicle."That truck's loaded for max weight." He duduces. "And the driver's armed."

"It's a battering ram." Natasha realises, her posture stiffening.

"Go now." Steve orders.

"What? Why?" Wanda questions.

"He's not hitting the police."

The Avengers immediately spring into action, each one heading to the desired location.