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sam glanced up at you for a split-second as you placed a cup of coffee in front of him. the team was undercover, trying to scope out your target at their last known location.
❝anyone got sight?❞ steve asked in your comms. you heard wanda and clint deny as natasha grumbled.
you made your way back to the counter where the other staff members talked. placing down your serving platter, you glanced around the tranquil cafe. a small pinch of sorrow hit your chest, worried that the target could show up at any second and citizen lives could suddenly be lost because of it.
for being undercover, you actually kind liked having a normal middle-class job. it made everything seem okay for the time being.
reaching up, you gently pressed your finger to your ear where the device was. ❝just letting you know sam and steve, those disguises are ridiculous. anyone with half a brain will notice it's you.❞
clint chuckled in your ear as steve sighed, ❝just focus, please. keep looking for anything unusual.❞
