this is a love story; a beautiful, tragic love story filled with rage, death, gore, and two people trying to find refuge in each other.
[OC x S. Rogers]
TW: this book contains/mentions explicit language, underage drinking, miscarriages, pregnancy...
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july eighth, 2016 lagos, nigeria
"Alright, what do you see?" Brooke asked as she stood on one of the rooftops.
"Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street." Wanda listed as she looked around after taking a sip of her coffee. "It's a good target."
"There's an ATM on the south corner which means—?" Steve trailed off as he looked out of the window.
"—cameras."
"Both cross streets are one way." Steve added, Wanda nodding subtlety.
"—so compromised escape routes."
"Means our guy doesn't care about being seen. He isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out." Steve explained before he looked at the red car up the street. "You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?"
"Yeah, the red one? It's cute." Wanda commented as she glanced around.
"It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody." Natasha added before she took a sip of her coffee. "Probably us."
"You guys know Brooke and I can move things with our minds, right?" Wanda reminded before she took a sip of her coffee.
"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature." Natasha said, a small smile on her face as Wanda looked at her.
"Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" Sam asked, making Natasha shake her head.
"Not to my face." Natasha said before she took a sip of her coffee. "Why? Did you hear something?"
"Eyes on the target, folks." Steve refocused. "This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't wanna lose him."
"If he sees us coming, that won't be a problem." Sam said with a scoff. "He kinda hates us."
"Sam, see that garbage truck?" Brooke asked as she watched a garbage truck plow down the street. "Tag it."
"Give me Xray." Sam said after he flew Redwing over to the truck. "That truck's loaded for max weight. The driver's armed."
"It's a battering ram." Brooke realized before she and Sam flew toward the building. "Go now."
"What?"
"He's not hitting the police." Steve said before he headed for the building. "Body armor. AR15s." Steve informed after he fought a few of the hostiles. "I make seven hostiles."
"I make five." Brooke said after she fought the two hostiles on the roof.
"Sam." Wanda called before she used her magic to move her hostile to Sam, who knocked him out with one of his wings.
