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WHILE WANDA AND NATASHA WERE at a coffee shop in Lagos undercover, Marta was perched on top of a rooftop, Sam a few buildings away on another roof, Steve hidden in an apartment building across from Sam. "All right, what do you see?" Steve asked Wanda, testing Marta's tough training.

        "Standard beat cops. Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target." Wanda listed, Marta smiling to herself.

        She pulled her mask down, looking over the edge of the roof. "There's an ATM on the south corner. Does that mean anything?" to Marta, it felt like she was training Thomas, way back when.

        Wanda hid her face under her baseball cap. "Cameras." she answered.

        "Both cross streets are one way." Steve continued his wife's lead, apprehensive about her posted up away from both him and Sam.

        "So, compromised escape routes." Wanda spoke, growing nervous.

        Steve eyed his wife from the window. "Means our guy doesn't care about being seen, he isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out."

        Marta rolled her eyes. "I hate that asshole," she muttered, her blue eyes narrowing at a vehicle below her. "Wanda, you see that Range Rover maybe halfway up the block?" Marta questioned.

        "Yeah, the red one? It's cute." Wanda said.

        "It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us." Natasha interjected, undercover a few tables away from Wanda.

        The Maximoff girl wasn't intimidated. "You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?" she said snarkily, bringing her mug to her lips.

        "Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature." Natasha quipped, Marta growing frustrated with how long it was taking to find Rumlow.

        "Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" Sam remarked, looking to his left to see that Marta was fine, as per Steve's instructions.

        "Not to my face. Why? Did you hear something?" Natasha replied without missing a beat.

        Marta could practically hear Steve sighing. "Eyes on target, folks. This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him." Steve said, striking a nerve with his wife. Rumlow had continued abusing the power he wasn't supposed to have been given, even after Hydra fell.

        Sam chuckled. "If he sees us coming that won't be a problem. He kind of hates us." the man said, stating the obvious.

        "Feeling's mutual." Marta said tightly, staying focused. This would end today.

        A garbage truck rolled by on the busy streets of Lagos and it caught the attention of both Steve and Marta. "Sam, see that garbage truck? Tag it." Steve instructed a second before Marta could.

        Marta watched as Redwing flew from Sam's jetpack, flying down to the scene. Natasha hated Redwing, but Marta didn't mind it. "That truck's loaded for max weight. And the driver's armed." Sam after Redwing's analysis was complete, and realization struck the seasoned team members.

        "It's a battering ram." Natasha said, and Marta sighed.

        "Go now." Marta instructed Wanda and Natasha, her aggravated expression hidden by her gas mask.