My Marvel World

Chapter Three

"These outfits suck." Charlie mumbled under his breath as he slipped on a black helmet with a dark visor on the front, the uniform of Rumlow's closest men. On the other side of the jet, Josephine tightened the black belts that the had both stolen off of the two men they had knocked out. OF course, they had made sure that those two men were Rumlow's closest bodyguards, but that didn't make the outfit any more comfortable.

"I know." Josephine replied to Charlie's complaint, and Charlie looked up at her across the jet, surprised that she had heard him. But, after all, she was the daughter of Wade Wilson. And, more importantly, she was Josephine.

"But we have to deal with it if we want to get the job done." She added on, clasping the wrist bangle on her left wrist with a snap.

She reached over the huge shot guns to pick up her signature pistols; the one with red lines etched into them. In the beginning, Fury had a concern that they would give her away if she was undercover, but it never had. And Josephine would never go on a mission without them.

She also had a signature pair of machetes that she had brought on the jet for back up, but if she wore those on this mission, she definitely would give herself away. Plus, with her weapon manipulation, it was far easier to manipulate guns than machetes or anything of the knife sort.

Josephine slid on her black and red ear comm (customized by the every-creative Serena), which Charlie had already done before the mission had even started. She also had her music playlists uploaded

on the comm, so that she could play by just thinking about it, by the brain waves she released, but the only one who knew about that was Serena, who had engineered it.

"Ready?" Josephine asked as she slid on the same bulky helmet over her light brown hair which she had pulled back in a tight ponytail. Charlie nodded, but he wasn't sure if Josephine could tell under the huge, annoying helmet that Rumlow had his men wear.

How do they even see through these stupid things? Charlie thought in annoyance and frustration as he squinted his eyes to try and see through the visor that made all of his vision a dark greyish color, and messed with his depth perception. Of course, Rumlow's had been trained to be used to this, but it was stupid nonetheless. Charlie wondered if it bother Josephine too.

Probably not. He concluded as the walked down the ramp that led out of the jet, knowing that she had probably been in far more uncomfortable helmets than the ones they had, since she had been on so many missions, S.H.I.E.L.D. or not. Her brain was probably used to having to adjust to new things, what with the healing factor and all the other things that she had been through.

Because, as everyone knew, Josephine had been through a lot.