Amora walked through the crowded street of Lagos, passing people as she kept glancing down to her map and looking around the streets. Finally, she found the place she was looking for and walked up to the coffee shop. The second she sat down, she was greeted with a woman, asking if she spoke Yoruba in which Amora answered back in a fluent tone. The woman seemed surprised but also relieved as Amora ordered coffee as she pulled her long blonde hair over her shoulder and glanced around. She took a swig out of her water bottle before she took out a book and started to do crossword puzzles.
"I'm in position" Amora muttered, "Can you read me?"
"Loud and clear" Steve responded through the radio.
"So who's calling the bottom?" Amora asked, "Me or Wanda? Your call"
"Let's go with Wanda" Natasha spoke up.
Amora glanced down to her puzzle and put in the correct word before she glanced up and greeted her waitress with a polite smile. The woman nodded back to her before walking away as Amora looked on. She glanced around the location one more time as the only spies that she could see were Natasha and Wanda sitting not too far from her. Amora sighed as she glanced back down to her puzzle and jotted in the next correct answer.
Steve asked. "All right, what do you see?"
"Standard beat cops" Wanda replied, "Small station… quiet street, it's a good target"
"There's an ATM on the south corner, which means?" Steve quizzed.
Wanda answered quickly, "Cameras"
Amora placed her coffee to her lips, "Both cross streets are one way"
"So, compromised escape routes" Wanda pieced together.
"Means our guy doesn't care about being seen" Steve told them, "He isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out. You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?"
Wanda replied, "Yeah, the red one? It's cute"
"It's also bulletproof, which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody, probably us"
"You guys know I can control people with my mind, right?" Amora asked.
"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature" Natasha pointed out.
"Anybody ever tell you you're a little paranoid?" Sam asked.
"Not to my face, why? Did you hear something?" Natasha responded.
"Eyes on target, folks" Steve quickly told everyone, "This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months, I don't want to lose him"
Sam could be heard scoffing, "If he sees us coming, that won't be a problem. He kind of hates us"
"Sam, see that garbage truck?" Steve said, "Tag it"
Sam waited a couple of seconds before he said, "That truck's loaded for max weight and the driver's armed"
"It's a battering ram" Amora spoke up.
"Go now"
"Why?"
Steve answered, "He's not hitting the police"
Amora quickly took out money and left it on the table for enough that covered the coffee before heading out. Already Natasha had disappeared and Wanda was just barely out of her sight as Amora pushed through the crowd. She and Natasha had to cover the ground while the others went ahead to the infectious control center.
When she started to hear people with raised voices talking about a break in, she quickly set off into a run.
"Body armor, AR- 15's" Steve informed, "I make seven hostiles"
Amora heard the motor of a motorcycle as Natasha could be seen coming into view. The young Asgardian took off in a run before jumping slightly to her right and landing on the back of Natasha's ride. The second she was on, Natasha sped off across the town to get to the building faster. Steve was right, no one was keeping watch of the police station and they nearly got their target wrong. Natasha revved up the engine as she yelled to the people to get out of her way.
"I make five" Sam mentioned.
"We might not have anyone to hit by the time we're there"
"Four" Sam counted down, "Rumlow's on the third floor"
Natasha shook her head, "Believe me, we'll have enough"
"You sure about that?" Amora asked.
"If there's anything I remember about Rumlow, it's that he's paranoid" Natasha hinted.
They veered off to the right as her hair whipped in the air behind her. She took off her backpack and pulled out her sword, knowing they were nearing their target. A movement caught her eye as she looked over to the side and into the crowd but it was too late, they were moving too fast. Amora glanced back as she thought she saw something keep in time with her and Natasha on the motorcycle.
"What?" Natasha asked.
Amora turned back to her mentor as she was about to tell the woman what she saw but then decided against it. She didn't want Natasha to be worried over Amora, especially while they were on a mission. As much as she wanted to believe it, she had to remind herself that what she saw couldn't have possibly been there… he was dead.
"Nothing, just thought we were being tailed" Amora lied.
"Rumlow has a biological weapon" Steve informed them.
Natasha was the first to respond, "We're on it"
Natasha glanced back to Amora as she gave a nod before she readied herself on the back. Natasha hit the brakes just as Amora jumped and catapulted herself into two guards.
Amora quickly got up and sliced a gun in half before she knocked a man unconscious.
"Hey, princess!" someone yelled out, "It's showtime"
Amora turned and glared, "Got eyes on Rumlow"
She swung her sword over to him as he brought up an arm, making a loud clang! When it hit. The feeling vibrated her hands and arms as she took a couple of steps back. She threw in a kick and rolled off to the other side of him as she punched him. Rumlow took a couple staggering steps before turning back around and throwing a punch at her which she easily deflected. She didn't expect Rumlow to grab her from behind as a slight pinch was felt in her neck making her let out an unexpected yelp before she felt something sweep her off her feet and the noise around her changed as her stomach felt moved inside out.
"Are you okay?" a voice asked, "He didn't hurt you, did he?"
Amora stayed still as she slowly turned her head and felt like she was either going to puke, gasp, or cry as she said, "Pietro?"
He seemed surprised but also guilty as he slowly nodded, "Yes, it's me"
"You're alive…" Amora barely let out.