"No speeding until we're ready for attack," Steve warned him, "We know our guy doesn't care about being seen, he isn't afraid to make a mess on the way out. You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?"
                              
"Yeah, the red one?" Wanda peered over to see the car, the fact that it was her favourite one not helping her pick up anything else, "It's cute."
                              
"It's bulletproof. Which, I assume, means private security. Which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody. Probably us," You could hear the smirk in Pietro's voice, "Excluding myself...obviously."
                              
"You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?" Wanda took another sip of her drink.
                              
"Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature," Sam said through the radio and there was an immediate pause. 
                              
Wanda then looked over her shoulder to see Pietro whose face shared the same look of melancholy. 
Even not knowing who Natasha was, everyone knew that was something she would say.
                              
"Eyes on the target, folks," Steve tried to them to focus again, "This is the best lead we've had on Rumlow in six months. I don't want to lose him."
                              
Rumlow was still alive to Wanda's despise. It wasn't news she had taken with gladness as she had taken pride in what she had thought to have been killing him in her last encounter.
                              
"If he sees us coming that won't be a problem," Sam pointed out, "He kinda hates us."
                              
Wanda nodded, he could say that again. There was a few more conversation between the Captain and Falcon before one sentence caused Wanda's eyes to light up, "Go now."
                              
"What?" She asked, surprised.
                              
"He's not hitting the police," Steve answered.
                              
They were heading somewhere else, they crashed through the gates of a hospital - an Institute for Infectious Diseases and used a truck to crash through the entrance, entering through the hole it had made. 
                              
Soldiers in black, protective armour emerged from the back of the vehicles, firing rifles around the courtyard as four other soldiers entered the building,  throwing gas canisters to the floor and making the doctors fall unconscious, gas masks protecting themselves.
                              
The Falcon flies by, dropping Captain America who smashed on the window, blocking gunfire with his shield before swinging it towards the soldiers and knocking two out of his way to get a view on top of a van. "Body armour, AR-15's. I make seven hostiles."
                              
Sam knocked soldiers to the floor with his wings, bringing out guns to shoot the one in front of him before pressing his earpiece to talk to Cap, "I make five."
                              
Wanda flew over the building, she felt the wind rush by in her hair exactly as it should as she pushed the energy through her hands to land to the ground safely. 
                              
She saw energy pulse to the floor as she snapped her head up, keeping the red flowing to block gunfire that immediately headed straight for her. 
                              
"Sam," She grabbed ahold of the soldier's body, squeezing it tightly and lifting him upwards towards the Falcon who knocked him to the floor. 
                              
"Four," Sam added, he used Redwing to scan the building, "Rumlow's on the third floor."
                              
"Wanda," Steve turned to her, "Just like we practiced."