Archangel or Guardian Angel
Current Day
Ping. "Please fasten your seatbelts. We are approaching our destination of Bucharest International Airport. Thank you for travelling British Airways and we wish you a great rest of your day."
Three and a quarter hours was plenty enough for Riley all her muscles were starting to cramp up from the lack of movement. She couldn't wait until she was in a private area so that she could stretch out her 15-foot wings. Having them fastened back for 6 hours was starting to cause a strain. She had created a lightweight compressor enabling her to fully conceal her wings from all. She had created it with her own cloaking device that would bend light to make it seem as though there was nothing there.
Getting through security was simple enough. She only had her carry on backpack with a few sets of clothes and the essentials so there was no need for her to go baggage claim. Her next plan of action was to work out which direction she needed to go.
You may be wondering why she was even here in the first place. Ever since she was a little girl she could remember feeling these flashes of pain. She learnt that if she concentrated on the pain she could see flashes through the person in pains eyes seeing their surroundings. She deduced that it must have been the same person given that the location of pain had almost always been in the exact same place getting flashes of the same place in the process. The pain usually was a crippling headache the only time that she ever felt pain like this before was back when Hydra experimented on her. The pain that the mystery person was going through was a sharp sudden ache, that caused annoyance more than anything in her left shoulder. She assumed that whoever was in pain is also an ex Hydra experiment as well so, therefore, felt like she had to help they were in the same hole.
Closing her eyes she concentrated on the pain. Concentrated on her need to help whoever this person in pain was. Taking in what she could see from her surroundings in flashes. She could see that it was in a café on a crowded street yet it wasn't as busy as a city centre so they had to be on a surrounding part of the city centre. Next, she looked at the shops what was next to what else was on this street. This was enough for her, she pulled out her phone and brought up maps. She started scanning possible locations. Se found her new destination within a minute.
'Okay, here goes nothing' Riley internalized as she started to plan her route to get there as quick as possible. She didn't want the mystery person to have left before she could catch sight of them. She also needed to make sure that didn't attract any attention to herself getting noticed by the café dweller as she didn't know whether they were a friend or not yet.
Riley arrived in the alley opposite the charming little café which she had envisioned 20 minutes ago. It longer than she would have liked it to have taken. She focused on the pain that was still in her shoulder being able to zone in on one particular customer.
Sat in the corner, which had a view of both the entrance and the staff area without having to strain, was a man with chin length dark brown hair which seemed messily kept. He was wearing a grey hoodie and a black baseball cap which effectively covered his face in a shadow. A shadow blending into a room of people.
She patiently watched and waited for the mysterious guy to make a move. He seemed to be very stiff, watching everything around him but yet seemed to blend in at the same time. It was only because she was paying extra attention to the guy that she even noticed these things. Riley then moved closer to a market stall, selling newspapers and magazines in Romanian, closer to the café to get a better look. She noticed that on his table was a small brown notebook that he seemed to have been writing in but he had stopped. In a careful manner, he got up from the café chair and pushed it under the table with his gloved hand. Riley wondered whether the guy was a germaphobe or whether he got extremely cold hands. She then noticed that he was favouring his right hand. If she didn't know already she would have guessed that using his left hand was causing lots of discomfort.
He picked up his notebook placing it in the pocket of his hoodie, he walked with calculated haste out of the café. Riley ducked her head down and picked up one of the newspapers and reached into her pocket to hand the vendor the appropriate amount of Romanian leu's all the while keeping a discreet eye on the injured brunette not wanting to lose sight of him. She watched as he went down the second alley on the left and decided to pursue him as this was as good a chance to confront him. Out of the way of the public not drawing any attention from the wrong sort.
She knew she had to be prepared just in case of any potential hostility. She unclipped the fastener of her wing concealer. Her wings didn't just enable her to fly through the sky they had great strength being of a strong carbon structure similar to that of diamonds. This also made them a weapon as well having sharp bladed edges.
Riley strode over to the entrance of the alley and walked in with caution looking round in its dim lighting she couldn't make out where he had gone. Taking a few more paces forward forward she was suddenly grabbed and thrown up against the wall with a hand around her throat. In the motion her wings burst out of their confinement into a full stretch. Her eyes widened in the shock of the moment. Holding her by the throat was the man she had been feeling the pain for. She looked straight into his threatening eyes. So many emotions flicked across the haunted face, confusion, pain and something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Whatever it was made her heart beat faster.
"Who are you? Who sent you" he said pressing on Riley's throat harder. She struggled against his grip, her wings started to flail about. Black started to cloud the edge of her vision. She was going to black out and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
