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WANDA MAXIMOFF PICKED up a sachet of sugar, she added it to the cup of coffee sitting on the table that she had gone out of her way to order.
It was unnecessary but she never passed up an opportunity to get a cup, now relishing in the moments it brought to her mind.
If she was going to succeed today she would need to remember most of her days with Stephen, everything that he taught her - in particular.
She finished stirring the drink with a metal spoon before raising it to her lips to take a sip while she looked around the area.
It didn't take long before Captain America was chirping in her ears again, reminding her what to do, "All right, what do you see?"
"Standard beat cops," Wanda took another look around, seeing police eating doughnuts, "Small station. Quiet street. It's a good target."
"There's an ATM in the south corner, which means?" Steve watched from a high distance, peering through the curtains of an isolated apartment.
"Cameras," Wanda's accent had started slipping, she was getting better at American now.
"Both cross streets are one way..."
"So, compromised escape routes."
"For you at least," Pietro smiled from two tables behind - he was wearing a similar disguising baseball cap to his sister, fit with shades and had been quietly munching on biscuits, until that point.
