She’d lived a long life, she’d seen stranger things — perhaps she should have anticipated it. But it still brought a bemused quirk of her brow, seeing something scurry past her on the street, small and indisputably yellow. They even earned a turn of Natasha’s head as she paused to watch them disappear around the corner.
Interesting. She made a mental note to investigate further. After all, a Black Widow always needed to know who, or what, walked into her web. That would have to come later, because speaking of webs, she’d caught air of a certain gang and the trouble that they were wanting to cause. Much to probably the dismay of her fellow superheroes, Natasha didn’t care much for petty crimes. She was a spy, an international super one at that, not a beat cop.
Still, when she had overheard a rather unsubtle bunch talking about a heist, it piqued her curiosity. Perhaps it would be something to salve her boredom whilst in the city.
With a trench coat over her catsuit, if she were to be noticed it wouldn’t be too difficult to play the part of the lost maiden who had accidentally stumbled upon their little hideout. And if that didn’t work — well, it would turn out a lot worse for the men. Nevertheless, she wasn’t in the mood for breaking fingers so she remained well-hidden in the shadows, just close enough to overhear.
A heist; tonight. Meant to steal more jewels like the one in the grubby hands of one of them. Natasha barely refrained from rolling her eyes at the obsession with jewels. She’d had to pay them a little visit during this endeavour — she did so enjoy ruining the days of crass men.
He continued to watch, legs slightly bents to ready himself to run or jump into action if they noticed him. One hand went to his side, fingers lightly wrapped on the grip of his freeze ray. The cool fluids ran through the interior of the blaster leaving a chilly bite on his fingertips.
One of the men took the giant diamond they stole and stuffed it into a bag. Which was thrown into a simple metal tool chest that if anything, was effectively conspicuous in this steely, industrial side of town. The three men then decided to share a few cans of beers which turned into a discussion among them of their next strike.
Gru listened carefully as they exchanged words. It seemed that at nighttime in Sector 005, a rare mask will be unveiled. A personal discovery by one of the citizen in the grounds below. An artifact huh? Perhaps something for ransom. Which, didn’t really bother Gru but when how they were to extract the mask came into the air caused him worry.
__“Yeah boyos. I stole this delicious piece of machinery from some dumbass in 003. It has everything, bullets that can light things on fire, noxious fumes, and even tetris. So when we get the mask. We can maybe fuck with some of those goody goody newbies who call this city theirs.”
This was met with laughter and clanking of beer cans. Stealing a mask? Whatever he can let that slide, hurting people for the sake of it? No that does not run past Gru. Now he had two choices, wait to see what happens or just stop them then and there.
He moved closer, still sticking to the shdows. Ray unholstered as he tried to find a good place to shoot. In case there were mroe and they packed fire power.
“Oh god. Why did I not get backup for this.”
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