Lagos.
An open-air café.
Wanda stirred a cup of coffee, studying the people around her.
A small police station, a few ordinary, lax patrol officers, light traffic, cameras along the street.
After Vision and Wanda woke up, Steve had begun working on the team's coordination.
Wanda and Pietro in particular, those two former enemies, had enormous untapped potential.
"Pietro." Steve's voice came through the comms.
At the other end of the street, Pietro accepted a chocolate bar from a shopkeeper and said casually, "There's a red Land Rover in the middle of the block. Bulletproof glass."
He grinned mischievously. "I like that car."
Watching from inside a building, Steve nodded to himself. "That also means bodyguards and more guns."
Natasha sat a short distance from Wanda. "That could cause trouble for some people. Us, for instance."
Wanda was unconcerned. "You know I can move things with my mind, right?"
"I don't think bullets can hit me," Pietro said, even more cockily.
"Sorry, remind me who got shot in the arm by a local cop in Sokovia?" Natasha punctured his bravado.
His own sister, Wanda, twisted the knife. "And fell flat in front of Clint."
"Come on, are you really doing this?" Pietro's face darkened. "That was an accident. Don't bring up the arrow guy."
"Oh, an accident?" Sam watched from above, searching for prey like his namesake, the Falcon. "Target's here."
"Don't spook them," Steve cautioned.
He spotted a garbage truck that looked out of place. "Sam, that truck."
Sam immediately sent the Redwing Drone to investigate.
"Heavily armed, and the garbage truck's overweight."
Steve understood at once. They were about to make their move.
Their target wasn't the police station, but another research institute.
They had received intelligence that a team of mercenaries planned to steal a weapon in