⌜ 速度 ⌟ •° transcendent | p.maximoff

•five•

My lips were traditionally always bruised, pigmenting them in the shade of deep garnet. Mr.Afflon said he liked them that way, that he thought my plump lips appeared like I had just licked the blood from one of my fresh victims.

Mr.Afflon had his ways of shutting down people around him, he feels like the whole world orbits around his ego, which I thought to be the size of Russia itself.

I finally approached the café known as 'Store St. Expresso', my emerald orbs read the sign before entering the white ivory coloured building. As my feet stepped inside the establishment, the strong bitter aroma of ground coffee beans drifted in the air, soaking into my clothes as I made my way to the counter to place an order.

"Good morning ma'am how may I help you today?" A tall woman at the counter spoke. I looked straight into her hazel eyes while her wide grin never shifted from her pale skin.

"A medium cappuccino." I muttered sounding unmerciful, which shocked me as I didn't intend to.

"Oh, um okay coming right up ma'am." she replied, typing my order down onto the computer and then immediately onto a medium sized cup. "That'll be 5 dollars ma'am." she finished quietly.

I handed the green paper over into her dry palm as the other worker called me over for my drink. I grabbed it nonchalantly and made my way across the sounds of mumbled chatter, finding myself a spot parallel to the windows.

I took my seat on the chair right as my phone vibrated in my back pocket. My heart dropped, the vibrant colour in my eyes died down when I saw the caller, but I knew I had to answer the call.

"Yes, Mr. Afflon." I obediently welcomed him to my words.

"Mission report December 2nd 2016."

"All fifty dead, sir, found later on by SHIELD." I answered him like a robot.

"Perfect, you never seem to fail me my flower," he snickered through the phone.

"Im glad, Mr. Afflon."

"How many times do I tell you, flower; please, call me Felix."

"O-okay, Mr.Aff-um Felix."

"You'll get used to it, flower."

"I hope so, Mr. Afflon." I could never call him Felix not if my life depended on it. I didn't intend to but it just didn't seem professional. I heard him groan loudly over the phone.

"Well anyways, you have a new mission I need you to carry out before returning home." His Swedish accent sounded more prominent than ever.

"Will do, Mr. Afflon."

"Your new mission is to find the Maximoff twins by tomorrow at dusk, bring them back to ARAE headquarters alive. One of our helicopters will be awaiting you and the twins in the centre of your location."

"Location?"

"Agloe."

"Is that even a real place, sir?" I muttered.

"Yes flower it is, Wanda and Pietro are closer to you than we've ever imagined. Don't mess this up, 49."

"Oh sir, when have I ever." And with those last words I cut the call. I looked out of the window recollecting how much research Mr. Afflon had forced me to look into about the twins.

It was my job. I was also educated profusely in the ways of the Avengers, the relationship they had with other acquaintances, hell I probably knew more about them then they knew about each other.

These intoxicating thoughts never left my brain cells when they were suddenly interrupted by the devious taste that lingered on my tastebuds.

Fuck, I forgot to add the sugar. My burning tongue felt uneasy with the bitterness of the brown liquid as I tried to shake off the taste from my pink organ.

I walked casually to the condiments counter and began searching for the sugar when all I could really focus on was an attack and defence defense strategy for a guy who's fast speed was unimaginable and his twin who was just straight up weird.

I opened the satchet of sugar and watched the fine grains plummet into my drink. When I was contented by the amount of sugar in my cappuccino, I simply stirred it in and walked out the café with the drink in my hand.

Making my way through the heavy mass of people I tried rushing over to my rented hotel room to start planning my ways of taking down two supers at once.

I mean, all I have is fourteen years of physical training, mastery in every weapon, serums that increase my healing metabolism, serums that increase my bone weight which gives me more strength than an average human and a serum that makes my gravitational pull lighter which means I can jump pretty fucking high, we're talking over buildings and all that cool shit.

I can jump two times my height. Now, I'm 5'3, so that means the maximum height I could jump to is about ten foot six, lets just assume eleven on a lucky day. This helps me transport to places in the fraction of a second because I can direct my jumps and they're very long in width as well.

I finally see my hotel in the distance when suddenly I feel a slight tap on my shoulder. I turn around swiftly to the sight of a woman I know.

My breathing becomes rapid and shallow. I can feel my pulse pounding in my temples. Does she know? Is this it for me? Will today be the day I die?

"I'm sorry to bother you miss, uh my names Agent Hill. Maria Hill-"

Oh God.