Wanda Maximoff stirred sugar into her cup of coffee, her movements slow and deliberate. As the spoon swirled, she briefly glanced up from her task, surveying their surroundings. Across the table, Evelyn "Eve" Rogers, Steve's 15-year-old adopted daughter, sat in silence. Her sharp eyes scanned the street, her posture alert, always on edge.

"You know, you don't actually have to stir it," Eve remarked dryly, glancing at Wanda. "You could just wave your hand and poof—sugar dissolved."

Wanda smirked, raising an eyebrow. "Some things deserve a human touch, Eve."

Eve shrugged, leaning back in her chair. "I suppose."

Suddenly, Steve's voice crackled over their comms. "All right, what do you see?"

Eve rolled her eyes, speaking into the mic with a hint of sarcasm. "I see Wanda being weirdly domestic."

Wanda shot her a teasing look. "You're one to talk. Aren't you supposed to be blending in right now?"

Eve glanced down at her ripped jeans and Captain America hoodie. "I am blending in! Look, I'm a typical angsty teen."

At another table nearby, Natasha Romanoff smirked, overhearing their banter. "Eve, if you're blending in, then I'm the Queen of England," she called out.

Eve leaned back, crossing her arms. "Bow to your majesty, then."

Steve's voice interrupted, amusement in his tone. "Eyes on the target."

Wanda, shifting back into focus, glanced at the small station across the street. "Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target."

Eve, eyes sharp, added, "There's an ATM in the south corner, which means—"

"Cameras," Wanda finished.

Steve's voice came through again. "Both cross streets are one-way."

"So, compromised escape routes," Wanda continued. "Which means our guy doesn't care about being seen. Probably looking to cause a scene."

Eve nodded, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "Could be. But he's sloppy. No one's this careless unless they want to be seen."

Wanda's focus shifted as she glanced out the window. "You see the Range Rover halfway up the block?"

"Yeah, the red one?" Natasha's voice came through. "It's cute."

"It's also bulletproof," Natasha continued. "Private security. More guns. More headaches for us. Probably."

Eve snorted. "That red Range Rover has ugly rims. Who buys bulletproof tires but forgets about style?"

Sam Wilson cut in from his position. "You ever stop talking, kid?"

Eve grinned. "Nope. It's a coping mechanism."

Wanda's voice came through next, a mischievous edge in her tone. "You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?"

Eve rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah, and I can move the earth if we really wanna show off. But go off, Queen Wanda."

Sam's voice came in with a warning. "Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature."

Natasha Romanoff added, "Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?"

Sam laughed, clearly amused. "Not to my face. Why? Did you hear something?"

Steve's voice cut through the chatter, sharper now. "Eyes on target, folks. This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him."

Eve's voice came through, dripping with sarcasm. "Keep it together, he says. I'm sorry, Captain, I can't hear you over the sound of my raging hormones. Yeah, yeah. Eyes on the prize. But seriously, Rumlow's gotta be close. I'm getting some serious 'something's wrong' vibes here."

Sam chuckled. "If he sees us coming, that won't be a problem. He kinda hates us."

Eve cracked her knuckles, sparks of electricity flickering between her fingers. "I mean, who doesn't hate us? We're delightful."

Wanda's voice came over the comms again, more serious this time. "Eve, any sign of the trucks?"

Eve's voice, dripping with sarcasm, responded, "Oh, you mean the giant armored garbage trucks? Yeah, I think I spotted them. Just waiting for them to drop the 'load.' You know? Get it? 'Cause it's trash? Trash." She waved a hand dismissively. "Anyway, moving on—definitely something fishy about this whole scene. No one's this sloppy unless they want to be seen. And I really don't think they do."

A garbage truck roared through traffic, barely missing pedestrians as it barreled toward the gate. Eve leaned forward, suddenly serious. "Uh, is it normal for garbage trucks to drive like they're in a Fast and Furious movie?"

Steve's voice came through, calm and commanding. "Sam, see that garbage truck? Tag it."

Eve squinted, focusing her elemental senses on the truck. "It's heavy. Really heavy. I can feel the vibrations from here."

Sam's drone, Redwing, launched from his jetpack, scanning the truck. "Weight analysis: Cargo Weight: 13,825 kgs. Max capacity."

Sam Wilson reported back. "That truck's loaded for max weight. And the driver's armed."

Eve raised an eyebrow. "Wow, who could've guessed the truck that looks like a tank would be dangerous? Such a mystery."

Steve's voice, authoritative and calm, reminded them, "Eve, quit the commentary. We're moving in. Be ready."

Eve sighed dramatically. "Yes, sir, Cap Dad, sir."

Steve's voice was firm as he responded. "Eve . . ."

Eve grinned. "Kidding! Mostly."

Natasha's voice came through, unamused. "It's a battering ram."

Steve's voice, sharper now. "Go now."

The sound of a garbage truck's engine roared through the streets, but it wasn't just any truck. The driver leaped out of the cab, and in the blink of an eye, the truck slammed into the gate with enough force to tear it open. Two more trucks followed, barreling into the compound as soldiers in black armor spilled out. They opened fire, rifles crackling in the courtyard as chaos erupted.

Inside the building, four soldiers launched gas canisters into the air, filling the space with a choking haze. Soldiers wearing gas masks moved in, their weapons raised and ready.

From the roof, Wanda Maximoff's figure streaked across the sky, her powers shielding her from the incoming fire. She swooped down into the courtyard, lifting one of the soldiers with a wave of her hand.

"Body armor, AR-15s. I make seven hostiles," Sam Wilson's voice crackled over the comms, his tone calm but assessing.

Eve Rogers, perched on a nearby rooftop, smirked as she observed the action below. "I make seven poor life choices," she muttered, flicking her wrist casually. The ground beneath two soldiers cracked slightly, sending them off balance, toppling to the ground.

Sam chuckled. "I make five," he corrected, his voice laced with amusement.

Eve rolled her eyes and leaned over the edge of the building, watching as chaos unfolded below. She wasn't much for strategy or patience—Eve thrived in the mess. Without warning, she dropped down from her perch, sneakers skimming the pavement as she landed with perfect grace. A nearby soldier spotted her and raised his weapon, but Eve flashed him a grin.

"Oh no, don't shoot. You'll mess up my hair," she teased, flicking her wrist. A gust of wind sent the soldier's weapon flying out of his hands, knocking him to the ground.

She stepped over him with a wink. "Pfft. Not even worth the effort."

"Three," she called out, watching as a wave of water crashed over another soldier, disarming him effortlessly.

The battle raged on, and Eve joined the fray with her usual flashy style. Wind and fire crackled around her as she used her powers with precision—sometimes with flair, sometimes with reckless abandon. She stomped her foot, sending a shockwave rippling through the ground, knocking two soldiers off balance.

Show-off," Wanda teased, a smirk in her voice.

"You're just mad because I beat you last time we trained," Eve shot back, flashing a grin.

Wanda huffed, recalling their sparring session. "You cheated! You threw dirt in my eyes!"

Eve didn't let the banter slow her down. She waved her arms again, sending a gust of wind that sent two more soldiers slamming into a nearby wall. Her confidence was palpable as she surveyed the damage.

"Rumlow's on the third floor," Sam's voice crackled through their comms, his drone scanning the building's interior.

"Wanda, just like we practiced," Steve Rogers said, his voice filled with purpose.

Wanda used her powers to lift Steve through a window, but Eve remained on the ground, spinning in the chaos. She conjured another swirling vortex of air to deflect incoming bullets, laughing to herself.

"You guys keep forgetting I can bend the freaking air. This is like easy mode," she said, smirking as she dodged another attack and sent a shockwave through the pavement, tripping several soldiers.

"Oops, watch your step!" she mocked, enjoying the mess she was creating.

Wanda, her own powers in full swing, laughed. "You're just showing off."

"Hey, not my fault I'm good at this," Eve shot back, laughing to herself as she sent another soldier flying with a blast of air.

The fight continued, and as the noise of combat swelled around her, Eve caught sight of Brock Rumlow on a balcony, holding a vial labeled "bio-hazard." Her eyes locked on him, and she couldn't help but feel a strange mix of adrenaline and annoyance.

"Dad, I've got eyes on Rumlow. Balcony, north side," Eve reported, her voice steady despite the chaos unfolding.

Steve responded quickly. "I see him. Keep your distance, Eve."

Eve's heart pounded in her chest as she ducked behind a pillar, her powers sparking to life beneath her skin. "Oh, great. It's Scary-Face again. Did he forget to moisturize or is that a new look?" she muttered to herself, though her tone was laced with sarcasm.

Rumlow, noticing Eve below, sneered as he called out, "What's this? Captain America brought his kid to work?"

Eve stepped forward, a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. "What can I say? Take Your Kid to Work Day seemed like a good opportunity to meet a washed-up Hydra goon. Hi, nice to meet you—big fan of your villain monologue, by the way. Super original."

Rumlow snarled and lunged at her, but Eve was quicker. With a flick of her wrist, the ground beneath him cracked open, sending him stumbling back.

She rushed toward Rumlow, her sarcasm thick. "You're really not my type. But hey, it's not you, it's me." With a flick of her wrist, she used the wind to slam Rumlow into a nearby wall. He grunted as he hit the ground, momentarily stunned.

As Rumlow recovered, Eve summoned another powerful gust, sending him skidding across the pavement. He growled in frustration, but Eve wasn't giving him a chance to retaliate. Another blast of air knocked him off balance once more.

"Rumlow has a biological weapon," Steve's voice came through their comms, his tone urgent.

Eve's eyes narrowed as she summoned a gust of wind, knocking another soldier unconscious with a powerful blast. "Yeah, yeah. I know, Dad. I'm on it."

Eve shot a glance back at Steve, then focused on the battle again, taking down soldiers with ease. She was in the zone. Nothing was going to stop her now.

But her playful attitude shifted as she saw Natasha Romanoff in danger. Rumlow had thrown her through the roof hatch into an armored vehicle and dropped a grenade inside.

The distant voice of Brock Rumlow crackled over the comms. "Fire in the hole." Eve's eyes flicked toward Natasha, who was on the move, trying to outrun the incoming explosion. Without a second thought, Eve raised her hands, and the earth beneath the vehicle shifted violently. The ground rippled like water, and the vehicle flipped onto its side with a screech of metal.

"Nat!" Eve yelled, her voice strained with worry.

Natasha kicked open the door just as the grenade detonated, the shockwave rattling everything in its vicinity. But Natasha shielded herself, her body slamming against the vehicle's interior to absorb the force. She shot Eve a grateful look.

"Thanks, Eve. Nice timing," Natasha said with a grin.

Eve shrugged, a slight smirk tugging at her lips. "Don't mention it."

From above, Steve Rogers burst out onto a nearby balcony. His eyes narrowed as he spotted Rumlow in the distance. "Sam, he's in an AFV heading north."

Meanwhile, Sam Wilson perched atop a building, scanning the streets below. His voice crackled through the comms, "I got four, they're splitting up."

Eve darted through the crowd, easily weaving between soldiers, her powers twisting around her like a whirlwind. The wind swirled violently at her command, tripping soldiers and deflecting bullets. Her movements were fluid, effortless, as though she had been born for this.

Steve, on the other hand, was already on the move, sprinting across the hoods of cars. He spotted something in the crowd. "They ditched their gear. It's a shell game now. One of them has the payload."

Eve didn't waste a moment. She spotted Rumlow from a distance, his form unmistakable. Her voice echoed through the comms with a sarcastic edge. "Oh great, it's Scary-Face again. Did he forget to moisturize, or is that a new look?"

Rumlow, now in pursuit of Steve, appeared behind him. Without warning, he punched Steve in the back, knocking him forward.

"There you are, you son of a bitch. I've been waiting for this!" Rumlow growled, a dark grin spreading across his scarred face.

Eve's voice rang out through the comms again, her sarcasm cutting through the noise. "Yeah, sure. Talk all the trash you want, but let's see who's standing when I'm done."

She rushed forward, her powers propelling her with the force of a hurricane. As she approached, Rumlow's eyes locked on her, and his lip curled in disdain.

"What the hell? A kid?" Rumlow sneered.

Eve didn't waste time with words. She summoned a blast of wind that slammed him against the nearest wall, the impact leaving a small crater in the stone. Rumlow grunted, temporarily stunned, as Eve smirked.

"You're really not my type," she said flippantly, "But hey, it's not you, it's me."

Before Rumlow could recover, she shot another gust of wind, sending him skidding across the pavement. Frustrated, Rumlow tried to regain his balance, but Eve was relentless, pushing him further back with each gust.

At the same time, Eve noticed a group of mercenaries aiming at Steve from above. With a swift wave of her hand, she sent a powerful gust of wind, knocking the soldiers off balance and causing them to fall into each other.

Meanwhile, Steve and Rumlow were locked in a brutal struggle. Rumlow had the upper hand for a moment, pinning Steve against the side of a building, his gauntlet extending a sharp, dangerous blade.

"This is for dropping a building on my face," Rumlow snarled.

Eve muttered under her breath, her voice full of annoyance, "Drama queen."

She noticed Rumlow's knife and her lips twisted into a smirk. "Oh great, he's got a knife. What is this, a '90s action movie? Hey, Scarface! Didn't your mom ever tell you not to play with knives?"

Rumlow glared at her, anger blazing in his eyes. "Shouldn't you be in high school, kid?"

Eve crossed her arms, her expression cool. "Shouldn't you be in a hospital?"

She extended her hand, and flames erupted from her palms. She hurled a fireball at Rumlow, forcing him to stagger back. In that instant, Steve took advantage of the distraction, knocking Rumlow to the ground with a forceful punch.

Steve grabbed Rumlow's arm, pulling the gauntlet off, but Rumlow revealed another knife.

Before Rumlow could strike again, Eve's sarcasm rang through the air. "Did you get a permit for that thing? Cause you're really not supposed to be using knives without one."

As Rumlow snarled and tried to fight back, Eve's expression became serious. Her eyes widened as the threat became clear.

"Wait... he's got a bomb." Her voice was tense, a chill creeping into her words. "Oh crap, he's gonna blow himself up!"

Eve's hands ignited as she quickly created a barrier of rock around herself and Steve, just in time to shield them from the explosion. She grimaced as her power surged, a swirling barrier of water and air surrounding Rumlow in a last-ditch attempt to contain the blast.

But Wanda quickly joined in, using her own powers to hold the explosion in place.

The blast surged upward, devastating a nearby office building in its wake. The ground trembled as the shockwave rippled through the street. Eve stumbled back, staring at the aftermath in horror.

"Oh my god..." She muttered, her voice cracking. "What the hell did we do?"

Steve dropped to his knees beside her, his face full of concern. "Eve, are you okay?"

Eve blinked rapidly, the shock still settling in. Her hands shook as the fire in her palms flickered out, and she stared at the destruction in front of her, her mind reeling.

"We need Fire and Rescue on the south side, now!" Steve shouted, pulling her away from the scene.

Eve didn't respond. She was frozen in place, her breath shaky. The shockwave continued to ripple beneath her, and for a moment, it felt like everything was spinning out of control. Her thoughts flashed back to the destruction she'd seen before, back in New York, when she had been a terrified child watching everything she knew crumble to pieces.

Swallowing hard, she blinked back the tears threatening to spill over, the magnitude of the explosion finally sinking in.

"Oh man..." she whispered softly to herself. "That was bad."

[ 𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 ] First chapter! If you have not noticed yet, Eve is a mood.