𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 ⌁ 𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 [𝟐]

XIII. RETURN OF THE NIGHTINGALE

don't blame me by taylor swift

"for you, i would cross the line
i would waste my time
i would lose my mind
they say 'she's gone too far this time'
don't blame me, love made me crazy
if it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right"

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did you miss me?

anyways... warning: a gross creepy old man who high key makes everyone feel uncomfortable. oh and also gore
...which isn't exactly new but it's goriER than usual- whatever you get my point

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THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW
FEBRUARY 2016

The father-daughter team of Avengers walked down a grey hallway with their wrists bound behind their backs by high-tech hand cuffs. Four armed security guards escorted the two, holding onto each of their arms to keep them restrained. They were both dressed in their Avengers combat uniforms as they marched with their heads bowed down.

          Everything was going as they planned.

          After Brock Rumlow caught the Captain's attention two months ago, the Avengers have been putting in every effort to track him down. One of their leads was a colleague of Rumlow. Joseph Stein, an engineer who designed weapons for S.H.I.E.L.D., or rather HYDRA. When both organizations fell, Stein continued his work in secrecy. Now that former Agent Rumlow was a terrorist, it would make sense that he acquired weapons from Stein.

          Of course, this op could have used the whole team— and, of course, they could have easily punched their way in. But they knew that Stein would've done what he did when HYDRA was exposed, run away in fear before anyone could catch him. So, they had to be smart.

          Get "caught" and be led straight to Stein. Don't fight back unless necessary. Get a location on Rumlow, then arrest Stein for his crimes of working for HYDRA. Steve said it was an old move he used during the war.

          The two Avengers were escorted through a brown wooden double door that led into a large office. The walls were painted dark brown with old framed paintings hung up. And sitting at the wooden brown desk was Joseph Stein.