Target Heart|| Civil War Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Present Day: Lagos

The little street bustled with people as I looked over the street and sighed, trying to picture a nicer place to be.

"You don't think that he could've chosen a nicer place to be." I murmured. Steve looked at me and smiled.

"He's after the bio weapon. If it's here, if it's in Indiana, if it were even in Antarctica, it doesn't matter. Crossbones is here for the weapon and we need to stop him."
"Hey Cap, I've got eyes on a dump truck. It's fully loaded but it doesn't seem to care where it's going." Sam Wilsons voice rang in my ear. Steve flicked opened the blind and watched it.

"Can you get on it?"
"Three steps ahead of you."
"They're going to use it as a battering ram." I sighed. Old news. Been there, done that.

"I'll get onto it and beat the bones out of anyone." Steve nodded and I felt the comforting pop around me and next thing I knew, I was on top if the truck, standing dangerously on it.

"What are you doing?" Wanda asked. My little apprentice in the arts of telekinesis was about to learn a magic trick.

"Watch and learn." I smiled. I knew that the team had eyes on me, watching as I surfed on the truck.

Next thing I knew, I was flipping off into a wall (purposeful) as the truck rammed through a security stop and created a hole in the wall, letting myself slide through before floating the rock into place with a flick of my wrist.

"You know, now you are going to have to teach me this, right?"
"I know. I'm inside the building."
"Don't engage, Liv. Leave Crossbones to me."
"Why did he have to go with 'Crossbones?' What is he? The Jolly Roger?" Natasha chuckled in my ear and I could almost hear Sam smirking.

"Even at a hundred years old, she knows how to work the sass." I grinned triumphantly at Sam's praise and crept through the building.

"Guys, we may have a problem."
"Why?"
"Because they happen to be throwing gas canisters into the building to clear out the docs." I watched from my position as Crossbones launched himself inside, past me and right up the stairs.

"If your gonna move, gotta do it now, Steve." I shattered the window and attacked the guy in front of me, knocking him out cold before the next one got me. Steve joined me, knocking people out.

"I count 9 bogies. Three on the roof." There was a whirring noise, then Sam spoke.

"I count seven." Wanda popped in and took out another guy.

"Six." Sam corrected. We stood there, looking up at the windows that the smoke was pushing up against.

"Well then..." I looked up at the windows and then at Steve who was looking at me. I knew exactly what he was thinking, sadly.

"Are you sure?"
"She can do it."
"I know. But the smoke..."
"You can get it out." Steve turned to Wanda who stared at the two of us in wonder. It was amazing really, the fact that she still looked at us like we were two strange people.

Okay, maybe we were. Two one hundred year old talking about doing stuff that a twenty year old would do...
Sounds like the start of a terrible joke.

"Wanda, just as we practised."
"And what about the gas?"
"Get it out." Steve said, looking at me.

Good luck. He nodded and prepared himself as Wanda telekinetically surrounded him in scarlet and lifted him into the building, releasing him once he had smashed through the window.

Then it was my turn to get the has out. It was like playing the piano. Your fingers move around the smoke, playing a different key each time as you got a grip on a different edge of the gas. Eventually, when I had gotten a full grasp of it, I yanked it out like a handkerchief and sent it onwards and upwards.