Seraphic | s. rogers

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Irene Eldridge's P.O.V.
The Hilton Hotel, Washington D.C.

     Being seated for more than three hours on end was something I had not been looking forward for when I caught sight of suspicious activities in D.C.

      I was seated on one of the lobby's complementary sofas as I waited for any kind of action to occur, but luck was not on my side. Spotting Mike nursing a glass of bourbon, I pressed into the com that allowed me to communicate with him from a distance. "I would prefer if you were aware and thinking straight while we're taking those jackasses down."

     Mike chuckled, "So, you suggest I order a Strawberry Smoothie at the bar instead of some sort of alcoholic drink?" I sighed in annoyance, but nonetheless amused as my friend kept on reading the newspaper suported by his large hands. "Yes, because I need you on your A-game. Besides, you were the one that kept bugging me, telling me I should take you with me for backup or what not."

      My eyes scanned the lobby once again for any sign of something out of the ordinary. But alas, I had not spotted anything and I guess that I will have to keep on sweating bullets in this attire.

     In order for me to keep my cover and not expose myself as the vigilante, I was going for the 'business woman meeting a client at the hotel lobby' look. Which ended with me wearing my catsuit/uniform under a coat, some loose jeans, and under those jeans were my infamous, knee high, boot-heels.

     I was sweating bullets under every layer I was wearing. I could feel my gun pushing onto the side of my hip annoyingly as if to mock me. My Battle Staves, if held by me and myself alone, would spread out and result into two poles, with golden intricate engravings contrast on the black weapons.

     When I looked back over to Mike, I spotted him exchanging glasses with a man that sat beside him. The man's glass was empty, and I could feel pride engulf me as I understood what he was getting at. "So, you think he won't notice?" I smirked in mock.

     "Well, I do presume that he is too drunk for his own good, but if fifteen minutes pass and these guys do not show up, then I guess I'll have to show him to his room." He continued pretending to read the newspaper as the man next time gulped down the drink that was switched. I shook my head, a smile smile adorning my face as I continued to search the area.

    A sight made me sit up straight.

     Two men entered the building, wearing business suits. I could see a bulge in their pockets which I can only persume are nursing guns of sorts. Two women then entered the building after one of the men reached for his ear, probably speaking through his com.

     "Mike, your four o'clock." I informed him, as I got up and walked over to a part of the Hotel that did not have camera coverage. "Listen, I'm changing. So when, something happens inform me so I know when to strike." The coat, and jeans were taken off without much resistance, and I sighed in content when I felt the cool air engulf me. "Well, we got another problem." Mike's voice entered the com.

     I groaned in annoyance, "What do you mean?" The large hallway that I was hiding in gave me coverage of the grand lobby. I spotted Mike nursing his phone and I reached over to my com that was stuck in my ear, "Put that Goddamn device down, stupid." I was getting infuriated by the second, all I wished for was some sort of action to get my blood pumping, something that hasn't occurred in long days.

"I'm checking the news, and it looks like people have spotted the Avengers." I closed my eyes in exasperation, sighing really loudly. "Some sightjngs have been near the Hilton, which means they will be present during the fight." I knew deep down that there will be less chance that they might not know about this, but as I stated before, luck is not on my side today. "Irene, I think we should back out, just in case something bad happens."