Lagos is a fairly chill African country. It's mostly made up from markets and not-exactly stable buildings. Wanda and I sit at a little cafe table, she sips at what I think is herbal tea and I have a coffee. I wear a jacket and non-descript cargo pants. Tugging at my ear where the headphones I'm wearing, keep me in track with the broadcasted radio signal.

Wanda wears a cap, covering her face which could be noticed by passerbys. Yes, the great Scarlett Witch, chillin at a cafe not a thing will go wrong.

I keep trying to tell myself that.

Wanda seems new to this whole, don't be really suss but be alert thing. I know that I know that she knows that I used to do this all the time. She takes careful notes, sometimes she gets distracted or focuses on something for too long. Then I remind her quietly.

Wanda is quiet, studying the area around us as she pours a sachet of sugar into her tea. She stirs it once, twice, three times, five, shaking off the extra tea on the edge and lifts it to her lips, her eyes flicking back and forth. I give a discreet nod of approval and she seemingly turns to look at the busy street.

"Alright wadda you see?" Sam, Steve's friend, the Falcon speaks over the Comms. I know this is a question for both of us but I let Wanda answer first.

"Standard b-cops... Small station... Quiet street." She notes the last one with slight amusement.

"It's a good target." I add in, looking around discreetly.

Steve spoke next, he was hiding up in one of the crumbly buildings in his full suit. So was Sam. "There's an ATM on the south corner which means-"

"Cameras."

"Those cross-streets are one way." Steve notes, we can hear the analysis in his voice. He's thinking this out, he should only need to look one direction. However, like the rest of us, we'll watch both

"So compromised escape routes." Wanda replies. I turn the newspaper she's looking at towards me. The front page announces that 'Police Stations Robbed' with a picture of our target on the front. A man in black with what appears to be a scraped out x on his helmet.

"These people are either really stupid or really confident." I noted aloud.

"Neither of which, are really good." Natasha says.

"These are the guys that don't care about being seen, they aren't afraid to make a mess on the way out... You see that range halfway over out the block?"

"The red one? It's cute." Wanda mused, her eyes instantly flicking towards it. In my own time I looked over.

"It's also bulletproof. Which means private security which means more guns which means more headaches for somebody, probably us." Wow, nice sarcasm.

"You guys have no positive outlook on life." I snorted under my breath, they probably all heard it, at least Wanda and Natasha rolled their eyes at me.

"You guys know that I can move things with my mind, right?"

"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature."

"Sounds like a hard life." I mumbled, catching myself in the process of doing so.

"Anybody ever tell you that you were a little paranoid?" Sam grouched.

"Exactly." I exclaim, refraining myself from flipping a table. Only Wanda hears me and she just raises an eyebrow.

"Not to my face, why? Did you hear something?"

"Eyes on target folks, it's the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months, I don't wanna lose him."

Sam laughed a little. "If he sees us coming it won't be a problem, he kinds hates us."

I turn to Wanda. "What did you guys do?" I hissed.

"Not me." She mused, "the combined efforts of Steve and Sam dropped a building on him."

"I'm not even gonna ask how he survived." I ground. Sometimes people just won't die.

"That truck's loaded for max weight, the driver's armed." Sam came in again, Wanda and I straightened up, sensing a fight.

"It's a battering ram." Natasha spoke sullenly, unlike us, having not changed her civilian position at all, she was just another customer at the coffee shop on any other, normal day.

"Go now." Steve said, I stood, forming to vapour, spotting the truck and following invisibly. Up ahead, the truck began to increase in speed. I saw its target; a large building boldly labelled The Institute for Infectious Diseases.

"I swear," I grumbled, "this better not be the start of a zombie apocalypse movie." I followed the truck, trying to keep up, it's speed began increasing and the driver jumped out. It hit a road barrier at full speed, flipping over and taking out whatever was the first line of defence.

Two, yellow trucks came out of nowhere, screeching inside. Out jumped soldiers, armed with machine guns and gas masks. They began firing at the people.

I leaped in, forming as I was falling, taking out a guy by a kick to the knees and getting another with his friend's tigger happy firing. "Woah dude." I cried, as two of the, swung towards me at once. I raised my hand, sending four of them flying back into the trucks producing a combination of groaning, cussing and knocked out cold. "Take a break, five, ten, don't matter, have a nap if you want." I shrugged and ran off to the other guys who were lined up. They aimed at the building, shooting gas into the building. People inside were screaming.

Captain just flew out of frickin nowhere, taking out a large proportion of the soldiers. He hit one with his shield and sent a car flying into the other. "Stay here." Steve said to me, I nodded. Crawling on top of the car like Spiderman and listening into the reports.

It sounded like Rumlow had gotten a hold of a biological weapon, which wasn't that good. Wanda pulled out the tear gas from the compound, sending it into a spinning funnel above the Institute and into the air. I heard the hard strains of commands and increased conflict.

A force sent me flying off of the car and into a wall. I groaned and stumbled to stand, my eyes locking on a woman not too far away. She had her hand outstretched towards me, instantly, I could almost feel her power washing over me. She dropped whatever power she had over me and grinned.

"Now that I've got your attention." She grinned, her hand lowered. I staggered to stand, a wave of nausea washing over me. I got a good look at her, she wore slightly flashier and more fluid-looking armour. She had long, dark flowing hair and her eyes were completely white which swirled back to a very, very vivid blue. She was stunning, to say the least.

"Great." I muttered. "Another goddess."

She walked up to me, strongly, confidently, I uncapped Riptide and raised my gun in my other hand. "Please." She sneered, I was not liking this lady. "You can't hurt-"

I fired my gun, simply shrugging when the woman doubled over, gasping in pain. I shrugged and walked forwards to apprehend her. "Don't worry." I grinned, "it's just a pellet, easy to remove, not that deadly." The girl, probably my age, but who really knows? stood back up angrily.

"I'll be the first of many Perseus Jackson." She spat, lunging forwards and slamming my head against the brick, dissolving before I'd hit, leaving the faintest scent of the ocean.

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