"Hey, hands off my little sister, Bug-Boy."
"I can handle myself, Bird-Brain."
In which a girl with a fire in her eyes meets a boy with gold in his heart.
{SPIDER-MAN x OC}
{DURING/POST CIVIL WAR}
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"Alright, what do you see?" Steve Rogers spoke clearly into the small communication system his whole team had.
Wednesday Wilson pulled her hat a little lower on her head, shifting her posture to be more inconspicuous. This was important to her and as the youngest Avenger, she did not want to be the kid that screwed it all up.
"Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target," Wanda Maximoff's voice cut through the young girl's thoughts.
"There's an ATM in the South corner which means.."
"Cameras," Wednesday mumbled into the mic, keeping Natasha Romanoff and Wanda in her peripheral vision a few tables away.
"Both cross streets one way," Steve continued to scan the area from his spot in a nearby building.
"So, compromised escape routes," Wanda mumbled, slightly confused as she sipped her warm drink. She tilted her vision to spot the young Wilson, holding her eyes for a split second.
"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?" The analysis in the blond man's voice was clear.
"The red one? It's cute," Wednesday smirked to herself, causing a small smile to grace Natasha's lips.
"It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody," Nat mumbled into her own mic.
"Probably us," Wednesday groaned silently.
"You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?" The Sokovian girl smiled secretly.
" Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature," critiqued Natasha, causing Wednesday to roll her eyes.
"Anybody ever tell you, you're a little paranoid?" Sam Wilson cut in, keeping a solid eye out from his high rooftop hideout. Wednesday sighed at her brother's antics.
"Eyes on target, folks. This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him," Steve mumbled in anticipation. All he could see was the regular hustle and bustle of Lagos, and that confused him. He suddenly perked up at the sight of a garbage truck that was driving a little too recklessly.
"Sam, see that garbage truck? Tag it," Steve tensed in anticipation, waiting for Sam Wilson's technology to do it's job. Once his small bird-like drone had made it to the truck, he read the information it provided.
"That truck's loaded for max weight. And the driver's armed," he hissed out, preparing himself to glide into the air with the use of his metal wings.
"It's a battering-ram," Wednesday groaned in frustration, getting up quickly and following Nat as she rose from her seat.
"Go now," Steve instructed, quickly getting out the building.
