Chaos | Steve Rogers

Chapter 6

1 year later:Lagos

Malia's POV:

"Honestly I don't know how you can drink coffee with sugar. Black is obviously better."

"The only reason you like black coffee is because it's the color of your soul." Wanda retorted.

I opened my mouth to respond but Steve quickly interrupted.

"Ladies, now is not the time to discuss your coffee preferences. Now what do you see?"

"Standard cops, small station." Wanda answers.

"Quiet street. Good target." I observed.

"There's an ATM on the street's corner." Steve said.

"Which means cameras. Both cross streets are one way, so comprise escape routes. Our guy doesn't care about being seen and isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out." I concluded.

"I've been training you well." Steve appraised.

Natasha scoffed, "Please that's all me."

Ever since Sokovia, Natasha and Steve have taken it upon themselves to train me in each and every way possible, even going as far as having a competition as to who trained me best. I tried to tell them that I was naturally good at everything, but they ignored me! Imagine that.

The others occasionally pitched in but mostly my time with the other team members was being spent on missions and games that I - obviously - dominated.

My thoughts were interrupted when Steve started talking again.

"You see that ranger over halfway up a block?"

Wanda nodded "The red one. It's cute."

I scoffed "Please gold is way better than red."

Even though Wanda was practically my sister we still bickered on a daily bases. So yeah, sisters.

Before Wanda had the chance of say something, Natasha cut in.

"It's bullet proof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody."

"Somebody being us." I said.

"You guys remember that Lia and I can move things with our minds right?" Wanda muttered, taking a sip of that God awful coffee.

I nodded, even though the others couldn't really see me.

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

"Anyone ever told you you're a little paranoid?" Sam questioned.

"Not to my face. Why did you hear something?" Natasha asked.

Naturally, Steve brought us all back to focus.

"Eyes on target folks. This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him."

Sam huffs a laugh.

"Well if he sees us coming, That won't be a problem. He kinda hates us."

"Now now Sammy. Where'd your optisim go?" I teased him, knowing full well how much he hated that nickname. I could practically see him grind his teeth in frustration.

"Sammy's a chubby twelve year old." He retorted.

"Exactly." I smirked.

"Are you calling me chubby?" He demanded.

"And twelve." Wanda added.

We high fived under the table.

"Sam," Steve interrupted "see that garbage truck? Tag it."

"That truck's loaded for max weight. Driver's armed."

"It's a battery ram." Natasha said.

"Go. Now." Steve ordered.

I shared a confused look with Wanda when realization struck me.

"He's not hitting the police."

Sam flew after the truck as it headed for The Institute For Infectious Diseases.

The truck sped up as it neared the entrance and flipped. Two more trucks piled in and Rumlow's men exited. Instead of following their leader- who headed straight for the institute- they started firing at innocent citizens.

And chaos irrupted everywhere.