Alina Shostakov is a Alexei Shostakov's daughter, trafficked to the Red Room with her siblings, Natasha and Yelena only she was there since birth, having no choice but to do as the said.
During a mission, she meets Wade Wilson, a mercenary with a l...
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- "No." -
"Alright, what do you see?"
Alina crossed her leg over the other, glancing around, hearing Steve in her com. The Widow sipped her coffee, sunglasses over her eyes. She was in some black jeans and a red t-shirt with a jacket over. They were on a mission because Crossbones, Brock Rumlow, had been spotted after ages of waiting for him to show up.
"Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target." Wanda spoke up from her seat, a few behind Alina.
"There's an ATM on the south corner, which means?" Steve asked.
"Cameras." Wanda said.
"Both cross streets are one-way." Steve hummed.
"So, compromised escape routes." Wanda continued.
"Means our guy doesn't care about being seen. He isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out." Steve said.
"Do you hear yourself speak sometimes? Like, out loud?" Alina asked, Natasha smirking in amusement.
"Funny." Steve deadpanned. "You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?"
"Yeah, the red one? It's cute." Wanda commented.
"It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us." Natasha explained, sipping her cup of coffee.
"You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?" Wanda questioned.
"And I lift cars. That doesn't mean looking over your shoulder shouldn't be second nature." Alina mumbled.
"Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" Sam asked, on a rooftop.
"No. Why? You hear something?" Alina joked.
"Eyes on target, folks." Steve ordered. "This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him."
Sam scoffed, "If he sees us coming, that won't be a problem. He kinda hates us."
"I'd hate me too if a building landed on my face because of me." Alina mused.
"That wasn't confusing." Sam muttered sarcastically.
Cars started to honk loudly, people shouting around the street. A rubbish lorry was driving through and some pedestrians j to throw things at the inconvenient vehicle. Steve pressed his finger to his com, "Sam, see that garbage truck? Tag it."
Sam did as told, directing Redwing to tick to the underside of the rubbish lorry, using its X-ray vision to see inside, "That truck's loaded for max weight. And the driver's armed."
