࿐☆*:・𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐦 ━━━ ❝ GO GET 'EM, TIGER ❞
in which a girl with overwhelming darkness in her blood struggles to find her place in the world; but perhaps the avengers and a certain spandex-wearing spider-boy will be able to help her.
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"ALRIGHT, WHAT DO YOU SEE?" a no-nonsense Steve Rogers asked into the radio, covertly connected to all of the avengers stationed around Lagos in plain sight.
Calla set across from Wanda, who were just a few feet away from Natasha. Her eyes glanced across the street, subtly settling on gathering of casual police cars. It was a nice day, with the African sun shinning slightly brighter than usual. If they weren't there on an important mission, Calla would have asked to go to the beach. There wasn't ever much sun in upstate New York.
"Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target," Wanda replied calmly, taking a sip from her steaming, plain white mug. Her chin lowered, peering ever so slightly from beneath the cap she was wearing.
"Yeah, almost too good," Calla muttered, mirroring the witch's actions and leaning further back in her seat. If she wanted to blend in with the crowd, Calla had to act the part. She was a teenager; teenagers never have good posture (even though she would usually be scolded by either Natasha or Steve for slouching).
"There's an ATM in the south corner, which means . . ." Steve prompted knowingly in his usual demeanor, to which the eager teen replied. "Cameras."
"Both cross streets are one way."
"So, compromised escape routes," Wanda quickly noted, taking another subtle glance around the area.
"Which means he's a jerk, to put it nicely," Calla said, moving her gaze across the street to the building where Steve was stationed. She let a small grin poke through her blank visage, just barely seeing the blond man do the same from the window.
