[Tomorrows Friday :D I'm getting the third book in The 5th Wave series and a sketch book so I can start drawing! I suck at art, but it's worth a try cx.]
It's early in the morning, drizzling lightly and the wind blowing harshly. The perfect day to commit a crime.
Now you don't want to brag, but being the only thief to ever get away with breaking into the Avengers tower and not being seen is something you pride yourself in.
But that was weeks ago, and you've finally gathered up the right people to break into one of the richest banks in all of New York.
"Hurry up," You hiss at your accomplices, who's stuffing stacks of hundred dollars bills into their black duffle bags. "We only have twenty minutes left before the bombs go off."
They all nod, continue to work when your phone buzzes, alerting you that someone's passed through the booby traps you had set up. They're playful, really. A hallway covered in honey, bubble wrap with razor sharp spikes underneath, mines hidden by pink and purple sand.
"Keep going." You say, taking a step back before launching yourself over the small barricade you had set up in case somehow someone bypassed your traps.
It's when you step into the hallway three lefts and four right turns later you spot him. He's in jogging clothes, a black police bullet proof vest strapped to his chest.
"Hey," He says, holding up his hands. "Hey. It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Are there any other hostages?"
Hostages? You suppress the urge to smirk, dropping your shoulders and sniffle. "Y-Yes.. The man, h-he said to go. Just to leave. M-My parents are in there.."
He hurries closer, and that's when you realizes that the man in sweatpants and police vest is Captain America. "Where, ma'am? Which way?"
You hold up your hand in front of him, point, and then rocket your elbow backwards into his throat. He coughs in surprise as you sprint forward, turning down all the right corners until you make it back to the main vault and slam the door.
"We have to go!" You shout, hurtling over the wall and land in a roll. "Take what money you have and go."
The one with orange hair, something Sheeran, you think, pops his head out with a frown. "What do you mean? I thought-"
"Captain freaking America is here," You drop the full bags down in the hole that leads into the storage room a floor below. "And unless you want him to ring your ugly neck, you better get over here."
They all come stumbling out, zipping up the bags and jump into the hole.
A bang at the door makes you jump. "Go on without me," you whisper to them. "I'll meet you at the safe house, okay? And don't even think about betraying me. I will find you." Sliding the large slab of granite back over the opening, you get to your feet and prepare yourself to fight hand to hand with Captain freaking America.
