female robbery | marvel

Worth The Fight

"Something tipped me over, someone knocked me down. Emptied out my inside, poured it on the ground." 

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Harley's ADHD was at an all-time high as she sat across from Wanda Maximoff at a café table in Lagos. The Avengers were beginning their mission to capture Brock Rumlow and the nerves caused her to bounce her leg up and down, shaking the table slightly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Natasha Romanoff give her a stern look, warning her to keep her cool.

"Sorry, I forgot to take my meds, alright?" She explained in a hushed whisper. The urge to move her leg was hard to resist but she managed to keep herself steady.

"It was the sleep deprivation that clouded your mind. This could've been avoided if you had been resting instead of spending the entire night out." Natasha hissed back.

"Yes, where do you go Harleen? You are always disappearing. Sometimes for days." Wanda wondered softly.

"Nowhere important." Harley lies through her teeth.

Ripping open a sugar packet, Harley prepares to pour it into the teacup in front of her. But before she can, a hand reaches out and covers the top of her cup.

"Let's not do that." Wanda says to her.  "You are jumpy enough as is."

Harley begrudgingly agreed. 

Steve Rogers had insisted that Harley conceal her hair -as it was one of her most recognizable features- and wear conservative clothing, and she was stuck between feeling too exposed or not exposed enough. Her hair sat atop her head in two messy buns and her exposed neck made her uncomfortable. The long sleeve shirt and jeans she was also wearing didn't let her move as freely and was what made her feel trapped. 

Harley fought to keep herself from showing her discomfort.

"Alright, what do you see?" Steve asked over the communication devices every team member had in their ears.

Harley and Wanda looked around nonchalantly. "Standard b-cops, small station, quiet street." Wanda spoke. "It's a good target.

"There's an ATM on the south corner, which means..." Steve started. "Cameras." Wanda finishes for him.

"Those cross routes are one-way."

"So compromised escape routes."

Harley raised her teacup to Wanda with a sly smile and a raised eyebrow, impressed at how quickly she assessed their surroundings.

"These guys aren't afraid to be seen. He isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out." Steve says. "See that range rover halfway up the block?"

"You mean the red one?" Wanda asks. "It's cute"

"It's flashy." Harley mutters in distaste, as she sees the car in question.

"Also bulletproof." Natasha interrupts. "Which means private security which means more guns which means more headaches for somebody, probably us."

"You guys know I can move things with my mind right?" Wanda asks.

"I have extremely enhanced abilities, a vibranium bat, and a gun with exploding bullets." Harley states. "That doesn't mean I can let my guard down."

"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature." Natasha agrees.

Wanda looks over her shoulder at Natasha, who is staring back at her, proving her point.