"Who was she JARVIS I don't care how she got in I care about who she is!" Tony yelled at the AI. JARVIS was trying his best to scan the woman's facial features but there was something covering the lower half of her face.
"I don't know sir there seem...
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Target: John F. Kennedy
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Mission Status: Completed
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"сколько времени я должен ждать?" (how much longer must I wait?) The Winter Soldier snarled through his earpiece that connected him to the Midnight Soldier waiting below, ready to distract all attention from the tower he was perched on.
"Имейте терпение Красавчик еще одну минуту, прежде чем он находится в месте." (Have patience pretty boy one more minute before he is in place) She said through her smile, watching the man in the car pull down the street slowly. Parades, the place everyone was vulnerable to a mass attack. Including the president.
"Вы должны знать, у меня нет терпения Полночь." (You should know I have no patience Midnight) Winter said in a voice that wasn't so toneless. Midnight rolled her eyes and prepared her distraction. She had made sure to stand in front of an alley, a dark, musty one that was the stereotypical place for creeps to hang out. She hoped she was right.
"Я обнаружил, что прошлой ночью зимой. Мне нужна новая рубашка." (I found that out last night Winter. I need a new shirt.) She said quietly, slowly backing towards the alley and swinging her hips slightly. The president's car was slowly pulling into range of the Winter Soldier's sniper, she prayed this would work.
"Well well well what do we have here?" She heard a deep voice growl. She ignored it until she felt a hand on her waist and cried out in alarm, using a high pitched voice that annoyed her. In all reality she could have broken this man's neck four times, snapped each of his ribs, and crushed his skull in the time he had his hands on her.
"нет нет нет! Let me go!" She cried when the man tried to pull her against him. She ducked her head, pulling her muzzle out of the folds of her skirt and fitting it over her face so she would be anonymous when she ran. People had turned their heads at the sound of her outburst and the man had retreated back into the alley.
