[2] The Downfall - Pietro Maximoff

Chapter: 2

Present Time, 2016

Farron's POV:

"Pietro when Cap says it's a stealth mission, it's a stealth mission until he says otherwise," Wanda muttered to her brother as he tapped his foot impatiently beside me. We were currently hiding in an alleyway away from prying eyes, Pietro and I seem to get recognized the most due to our unique hair so this was our only option.

"But I'm so bored," he whined to his sister and I smirked, I could feel her irritation from a mile away.

"I can fix that," I say brushing my arm against his in a playful manner, making him turn to me with a challenging glint in his eyes. In the blink of an eye, he pulled me to him, his hands gripping my waist preventing me from pulling away.

He leaned down and captured my lips quickly, "Ew!" I groan in frustration and glared at the top of the building across from us. There stood Sam in his Falcon suit, his face pulled into one of disgust. "Would someone get some bleach, I need to burn my eyes out."

"Every time," I muttered to myself, although there was a slight chuckle from Wanda through the comms. Sam always had the worst timing.

"Don't make me come up there Birdman," Pietro said, glaring at the man on the roof who returned the glare wholeheartedly.

"I'd be off the roof before you were halfway across the street," Sam shot back, poking fun at Pietro's speed, "you're fast but not that fast."

"Alright, that's enough," Steve's voice rang in all of our ears, drawing my attention quickly, away from Sam and Pietro's squabbling, "what do you see?"

Wanda's voice echoed through the comms next, "Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target."

"There's an ATM in the south corner, which means..." I voice in, watching from around the building as Steve goes through his normal tests. He always goes too slow though so I always cut in.

"Cameras," Wanda stated simply. If I'm being honest Steve does have a good technique on training us on these types of things but learned them all before I had even met the twins. This was something I was good at and I'll be damned if I don't participate in teaching Wanda and Pietro the ropes.

"Both cross streets are one way," Steve continued, and surprisingly he wasn't bothered that I jumped in this time, Willow must have talked to him.

"So compromised escaped routes," Wanda voiced and I found myself becoming quite irritated with the fact that Rumlow would harm civilians. I've done a lot of bad things but one thing I would never do is harm civilians. Not willingly.

"Means our guy doesn't care about being seen, he isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out," Steve said, making me wince at his use of words, that's how Strucker always described Werner and I. "You see that Range Rover up the block?"

"Yeah, the red one?" Wanda asked and her mind flickered playfully, automatically making my thoughts relax, though not the extent where I'd be useless, "It's cute."

"It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us," Natalia said, breaking her silence for the first time since we landed in Lagos. She was quite the chatterbox on the jet, but as soon as Steve started his little training exercise she started listening.

"You guys know we can move things with our minds, right?" I asked and Pietro glared lightly at me. Wanda and I often use our abilities to tease him, and he's starting to realize it sucks when you can't do something someone else can.

"Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" Sam questioned and I resisted the urge to question why he wasn't. Everyone on this mission is paranoid and he seemed just fine, he's got baggage but none like the rest of us that made him need to be paranoid to survive.