Twin Assassins

Chapter Two

*Luke's P.O.V.*

Clarisse's and Lucky's eyes light up with happiness. I chuckled, "What are we waiting for then? Let's go!", they shouted. They ran out with glee, leaving me in the dust. I smiled and walked out of the car, but not before I pressed a button. The Coupe's transformation began as the car's color slowly turned dark red, and the blue rims changed into white chrome rims. The stripes that stretched from the rear to the bonnet disappeared, and green dragons appeared on the sides. Then, the plates flipped to show new numbers and letters. I whistled quietly, "Lucky is definitely going to like this look.", I said.

I walked inside, and inhaled the Italian scent. I smiled, it been a long time since I smelt garlic, olive oil, and Italian food. "Compagno (buddy)!", shouted a cheerful Italian voice. I turned around, only to get pulled in a bear hug by the Italian male. Alberto Mario Abano, the man raised us since Lucky, Clarisse, and I were kids. We call him by his middle name, because he almost look like Mario from the Mario games, except for a few things. He's lean and has no moustache, but he does have blue eyes, which I think is kinda rare for Italians. Of course, he's tan and a great cook, he's just an all around great lad. Unless someone tries to rob or disturbs his restaurant. If that ever happens, he'll make sure you are forever banned from the his restaurant, or put in prison for a while.

"Luke, I'm so glad to see you again.", The excited Italian said very loudly. I smirked, "I can't stay away from your good cooking, old chap.", I replied. Mario laughed, "I'm just glad to see you're still safe and alive.", he said quietly. Another cool thing about Mario, he doesn't care if you're an assassin, just don't kill anyone in his restaurant. I nodded and quickly got out of his tight hold. "Besides, my client said to meet here after the job was done.", I said showing him my white skull mask.

Mario nodded grimly, "I figure much, the belle (beautiful) is in the private room.", he replied. I raised my eyebrows, "Belle? I didn't hear a girl talking on the phone, only an American lad.", I said suspiciously. Mario place his hand on his chin, and started to think. "Do you think it's the FBI?", He asked. "No, they won't know it was me unless they bugged the phone, which didn't happened. It's most likely the CIA and the MI6 are working together.", I replied quickly. Mario almost panic, but he caught himself. "Secret agents? In my restaurant?", He said. "I don't know, but warn my sister and Lucky, tell them to go to the car. I'll handle this situation myself.", I ordered.

Mario nodded and quickly ran off. I looked around to make sure there wasn't anymore agents. Sadly, there was more. One was almost obvious, he had short, dirty blonde hair that was spiked, and he had purple shades. He obviously had arrows and bows underneath the table. He has more of an American attitude, then a British one, plus those ridiculous sunglasses is American made. The second one was a little harder to find, but I find him when I noticed his hair. It was blonde, and it's style was that of the 40s. I could definitely tell he was American from his red, white, and blue shield, hidden under the table. The last one was so ridiculously obvious that I chuckled. A black man was wearing a extremely fancy attire that was inappropriate for the setting, and is that a jetpack I see? Bloody hell, they're definitely not MI6 or CIA, they're way too sloppy. Then, I frowned when I finally realized their faces.

Wonderful, I'm being hunted down by Earth's Mightiest Hero, The Avengers.

*Secret Agent P.O.V.*

I looked at the clock, it was almost time for the operation to begin. "Hey Widow, you sure I was ok wearing this suit?", asked a voice in the ear piece. "Yes, I believe it was an appropriate attire, why would you ask, Falcon?", I replied. "Because a British dude is looking straight me, I think he's laughing at me.", Falcon said. "He was laughing, Falcon, but don't worry, he looked at me too. He didn't look impressed.", Hawkeye replied. I stiffed, is this Phobos?