Magyk

ix

dreogen

to suffer or endure

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"Alright, what do you see?"

"Standard beat cops, small station," Wanda responded, eyes focused in front of her. Faerie sat across from Wanda as they both quietly sipped tea while watching and listening carefully for any sort of disturbance. Brock Rumlow knew how to hold a grudge. Wanda turned her head to look at the two dark-skinned officers leaning against their car, laughing joyously about something.

"Quiet street. It's a good target," Faerie added quietly before taking another sip of her drink, nonchalantly looking over at Natasha who sat not too far away.

"There's an ATM on the south corner, which means?" Steve continued

"Cameras." Wanda rubbed at the spot beneath her nose with her thumb before looking up at Faerie who looked weary and tired. She quirked a brow, attempting to look into the goddess's head and surprisingly, succeeded.

"Both cross streets are one-way," Steve answered. Wanda pulled away from Faerie's mind before continuing.

"So compromised escape routes," she said. The girl watched as Faerie picked up a newspaper that had the headline 'Police Stations ROBBED' written on it in bold lettering, accompanied by a picture of Crossbones, or who Steve and Natasha used to know as Brock Rumlow from the STRIKE team at SHIELD.

"Means our guy doesn't care about being seen. He isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out. You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?" Steve asked and Wanda looked up from her cup.

"Yeah, the red one? It's cute."

"That wasn't what he meant, Wanda," Faerie teased, eyeing the girl. Wanda smiled tightly at Faerie who smiled back easily.

"It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us," Natasha spoke up from behind Wanda, her red hair now flowing down to her mid-back.

"You guys know we can move things with our minds, right?" Wanda asked rhetorically.

"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature." Faerie raised her eyes from the newspaper to look at Natasha, who's sunglasses covered her eyes and had her cup cradled in her hands in front of her mouth.

"Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" Sam asked teasingly.

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

Sam and Natasha's playful banter was cut off abruptly by Steve, who's deep voice carried through the intercoms.

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

"If he sees us coming, that won't be a problem. He kinda hates us," Sam said, slightly bitter at the thought of the fight that ensued several years before.

"Well, seeing as you dropped a rather large establishment on his face, I can see why he would dislike you," Faerie said snarkily, and Sam's retort was cut off by Steve's command.