A year is a long time to most. If you're anticipating something, it can make a year drag on forever. When you're a superhero waiting to fight a villain, a year feels like an eternity. For the past twelve months, the new Avengers have been tracking Brock Rumlow, a man who should technically be dead.
For a majority of this year, it's been touch and go. We didn't really have a solid lead until today, but I had seen these events play out last year, so we already knew he'd be here. Sam and I are stationed on a roof overlooking Lagos. Nat and Wanda are seated at a small cafe a few blocks away, while Steve is watching from inside a building somewhere. Tensions are high among us, not towards each other, but the anticipation and importance of this day has been weighing on us for quite awhile now. I know it will only be a few minutes before this is all set in motion. My training for the past year has prepared me for this, but it is still a little terrifying each time we're out on a mission.
The hairs on my arms stand up and something begins to feel slightly off- "It's time." I whisper to myself. Sam and I watch over the crowded streets, looking for any suspicious activity. We already know something about a garbage truck, but it hasn't appeared yet.
"Alright, what do you see?" I hear Steve through my comm.
"Standard beat cops. Small station; quiet street. It's a good target." Wanda's thick accent rings in my ear.
"There's an ATM in the south corner, which means..." Nat's voice comes through this time.
"Cameras." I finish. "Both streets cross in one way?"
"So compromised escape routes. It means our guy doesn't care about being seen. He isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out." Steve says. I sigh heavily and look at Sam. He shakes his head.
"You see that ranger over halfway up the block?" Nat asks.
"You mean the red one? It's cute." Wanda smirks.
"It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for someone, probably us." I can hear the annoyance in Widow's voice and I stifle a giggle.
"You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?" Wanda questions.
"I'm with her on this." I state.
"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature." Nat comments.
"Anybody ever tell you, you're a little paranoid?" Sam asks the redhead. I laugh.
"Not to my face. Why, you hear something?" Tasha quips. I shudder and get a sinking feeling in my stomach.
"Don't mean to interrupt the fun here, but does anyone see the garbage truck? My inner alarms are firing." I glance around the city.
"I've got it. Sam, tag it. Lucy, can you go forward to see where they're headed next?" Steve asks.
"Easy-peasy, but I'm going to need you to be a little more specific, Cap. How far ahead?"
"Try two minutes."
"Got it." I hold my hands out in front of me and clutch my fists. I'm pushed forward in time, now standing next to the gate of a government building. My vision plays out as the driver of the truck jumps out, allowing the truck to slam into the gate. "That's going to be fun to clean up." I sigh, extending my arms once more to head back.
I'm back on the roof, right next to Sam. He jumps, not expecting me to be standing there.
"You've got to stop doing that!" He practically yells. I shrug with a huge smile.
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For Some Time
Fanfiction"I'm with him, for better or for worse," I stare her directly in the eye. "It'll probably be worse..." Natasha shakes her head at me. "I knew that the day I met him." I pull her in for a hug, barely whispering the last syllable before pulling away...
