Lady Haven ― S.Rogers

35, The Light Of Day

Haven woke up in her Asgardian bed, something she hadn't done in many months.

She got up and dressed in an outfit similar to the one she wore yesterday.

Her heels clicked against the marble floors as she walked down the many corridors. She was on her way to the dining hall to have breakfast with Thor, Fandral, Sif, and Volstagg.

When the corners of her vision blurred, Haven took a step towards the wall, getting out of the way as her eyes closed.

When they opened, she found herself standing at an outdoor cafe in Lagos. In front of her was Wanda, who was clad in an olive green jacket and a matching baseball cap. Behind her, sat Natasha who wore a tan jacket and sunglasses as her disguise.

Haven nodded slowly, realizing they were out on a field mission.

"All right, what do you see?" Steve's voice rang through her head, telling her that he had spoken through their earpieces. He was currently in a hotel room a couple of stories up.

"Standard beat cops," Wanda replied, stirring the drink in her hand as she glanced around the area. "Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target."

"There's an ATM on the south corner, which means?" Steve asked.

"Cameras," Wanda said, answering all of his quiz questions.

"Both cross streets are one-way."

"So, compromised escape routes."

"Means our guy doesn't care about being seen and he isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out. You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?"

Wanda nods, glancing at the car. "Yeah, the red one? It's cute."

"It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us." Natasha pipes in, glancing over at the young girl.

Wanda seemingly smirked ever so slightly. "You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?"

"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature," Nat replied, making eye contact with Wanda.

"Anybody ever tells you you're a little paranoid?" Sam stated through the coms, earning Haven's attention as she didn't know he was here.

"Not to my face. Why? Did you hear something?"

"Eyes on target, folks," Steve said, his voice a bit rasped. "This is the best lead we've got on Rumlow. I don't want to lose him."

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

Steve takes note of the horns honking and people shouting. "Sam, see that garbage truck?" Tag it."

Sam complies, sending Redwing after the truck. "That truck's loaded for max weight. The drivers armed."

"It's a battering ram," Natasha says.

"Go now," Steve says, jumping onto a neighboring roof.

"What?" Wanda asks, eyes growing wide in confusion.

"He's not hitting the police."

Haven's eyes opened with a start and it took her several seconds before she realized she was standing awkwardly in the hallway.

Her eyes searched the area before she reached out and grabbed the arm of a passing soldier. "Hi, I need you to do me a favor."

"Anything, Lady Haven." He replied, sounding very official.