"All right, what do you see?" Steve asked over the coms as he and Evelyn were in an hotel room, Evelyn's eyes on the newspapers scattered on the bed.
"Standard beat cops." Wanda replied who was down at the café with Natasha. "Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target."
"There's an ATM in the south corner." Steve looked out the window, wanting Wanda to reply. "Which means..."
"Cameras." Wanda replied, Evelyn frowning at the picture of Brock Rumlow. When they had heard about an ex HYDRA operative, their first thought was maybe it would be Bucky.
"Both cross streets are one way." Steve continued.
"So..." Wanda thought for a second. "Compromised escape routes?"
"Means our guy doesn't care about being seen, he isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out." Steve replied, confirming her theory. "You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?"
"Yeah, the red one?" Wanda asked as Evelyn neared the window, careful not to be seen from the outside. "It's cute."
"It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody." Natasha spoke up with a mumble. "Probably us."
"You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?" Wanda asked making Evelyn give a small smile at her tone.
"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature." Natasha warned the girl.
"Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" Sam spoke from the roof.
"Not to my face. Why?" Natasha replied. "Did you hear something?"
"Eyes on target, folks." Steve interrupted their banter. "This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him."
"If he sees us coming that won't be a problem." Sam replied. "He kind of hates us."
"He's right." Evelyn shrugged, frowning when she saw a garbage truck pushing its way through traffic with no regard to pedestrians or other vehicles.
"Sam, see that garbage truck?" Steve called out. "Tag it."
"That truck's loaded for max weight." Sam replied after a minute. "And the driver's armed."
"It's a battering ram." Natasha stated as Evelyn quickly opened the balcony door.
"Go now." Steve ordered, joining her on the small balcony.
"Why?" Wanda asked confused as Evelyn let her wings out, wrapping her arms behind Steve.
"He's not hitting the police."
Evelyn quickly flew up, making way towards the IFID Headquarters. She saw the entrance in rubbles with the same garbage truck now rolled over. She saw Sam nearing them in her peripheral and dropped Steve over one of the hostiles. Landing on another one, Evelyn quickly knocked him out cold.
"Body armor, AR-15's." Steve spoke on the coms. "I make seven hostiles."
"I make 5." Sam spoke having landed on the rooftop, one of the mercenaries dropping in front of them.
Evelyn saw Wanda arriving as she flew over the rooftop and into the courtyard, blocking fire with her powers. She took control of one soldier and lifted him upward.
"Sam!" She called out who glided down from the rooftop, catching the soldier on one of his wings.
"Four." Sam counted as the team gathered in the courtyard, Sam scanning the building with Redwing. "Rumlow's on the third floor."

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Fanfiction𝗔𝗻𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗹𝘆 [𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒏]: 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗱, 𝗻𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗮𝗹, 𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱. One night when Evelyn Townsend and her sister stumbles upon an anomaly, everything changes for them...