Amidst the gentle evening, Evan's expression held a hint of apologetic regret as he turned his attention to Ororo, who offered him an understanding nod. It was an unspoken exchange that attested to a quick understanding. With a purposeful stride, Evan approached the towering figure of the blonde man, a subtle smile playing on his lips.
In response to Evan's approach, the man's lips curved into a warm smile, an unassuming ease in his demeanor. His voice was amiable as he spoke, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything..."
Evan's nonchalant shrug was accompanied by a genuine smile, and he answered in an equally relaxed manner, "We were heading home, so not really." A playful glint entered his eyes, accentuating his words as he added, "More importantly, I hope you didn't wait for too long here, Captain Rogers..."
The man, Steve Rogers, whose other identity as Captain America was widely recognized, responded with a hearty chuckle. "I could hardly blame you for that. I showed up unannounced, after all..."
Evan's own laughter mingled with the atmosphere, creating an easy rapport between the two. A playful remark accompanied his amusement, hinting at his earlier encounters, "If only Stark were as considerate..."
The mention of Tony Stark, or Iron Man, seemed to elicit a flicker of curiosity in Steve's expressive blue eyes. His query came as no surprise, considering Stark's reputation for making unforgettable entrances. "You met Tony?" he inquired, a mix of surprise and amusement coloring his tone.
Evan's dismissive headshake conveyed a sense of mystery, leaving the topic unexplored as he stated, "Never mind that." The conversation quickly shifted to the purpose of Steve's visit, which Evan anticipated.
Evan's voice carried a note of expectant curiosity as he queried, "I'm guessing you have business with me?" His posture remained relaxed, an unspoken readiness to address the matter at hand.
In the midst of their exchange, Steve's head shook gently, his expression marked by a mixture of responsibility and mild exasperation. "It's not me who has business with you. That would be Nick Fury..." His voice held a candid air, weighed by the weight of the circumstances he was relaying. A soft sigh escaped his lips before he added, "I'm only here on his behalf..."
Evan's quirked eyebrow betrayed his intrigue, a hint of skepticism in his voice as he retorted, "Trying to appeal to the soldier in me?"
Steve's response came with a small chuckle, his eyes carrying a twinkle of camaraderie. "More or less," he admitted, the understanding between them palpable. Another sigh escaped him as he explained, "He's not used to knowing what everyone had for breakfast, and you're making him nervous..." The candidness of Steve's words held a touch of amusement, underlining the fact that even someone as iconic as Nick Fury could feel out of his element at times.
Evan's laughter melded with the ambient sounds of the evening, a genuine sound that brushed against the backdrop of the parking lot. "I assure you, he has nothing to be anxious about..."
He smiled cryptically, a glint of intrigue dancing in his eyes, as he added, "Besides... does he really have the leeway to worry about me when there are so many snakes slithering under his nose?" The air around them seemed to hold a tinge of suspense, as if the very shadows were privy to secrets waiting to be unraveled.
Steve's brows furrowed in a mix of concern and intrigue, his blue eyes fixed intently on Evan. "Snakes, you say? In SHIELD?" he inquired, his voice tinged with a combination of disbelief and curiosity.
Evan's response came without hesitation, his words laced with a sense of weary experience. "The kind that sprouts new heads no matter how many times you cut them down..." His tone was somber, hinting at the persistent and cunning nature of these metaphorical serpents.
Steve's countenance shifted, a subtle warning etched into his expression. There was a tacit suggestion in his furrowed brow that Evan should tread carefully with his forthcoming words. The potential implications of his statement hung heavily in the air, demanding attention.
With a casual shrug, Evan acknowledged both Steve's scrutiny and the gravity of the situation. "You don't need to take my word for it." He turned his gaze away from Steve, his profile etched in shadows. His voice, though low, held a resolute quality as he continued, "There's a secret bunker beneath Camp Lehigh. Go there and see for yourself..."
As the information settled in, Steve's features regained their composure, a thoughtful consideration replacing the initial tension. "You know what? I just might..." he conceded. However, his voice carried a note of caution, underscoring the weight of the matter at hand. "But if this turns out to be a waste of time..." His gaze remained steady on Evan, as if gauging the authenticity of the information. "You can be sure that neither Fury nor I will be happy..."
Evan's lips curled into a serene smile, his gaze fixed ahead. He absorbed Steve's caution with a nonchalant air, an unspoken understanding that he was well aware of the potential repercussions. "I guess we'll see then, won't we?" he replied, a trace of amusement lacing his tone. The response held a hint of confidence, acknowledging the uncertainty while still projecting an air of assurance.
With that, Evan turned his attention to Ororo, his manner seamlessly shifting from an intense conversation to a more relaxed stance. "Shall we head home?" he inquired, the question directed at her with a warm smile and a glint of genuine affection in his eyes.
...
Within the shroud of the night, the Manhattan skyline served as an urban tapestry for Felicia Hardy, known in the shadows as the nimble and enigmatic Black Cat. A sleek duffle bag swung from her lithe form, its contents a collection of stolen relics that had become her treasured loot. With a sense of practiced grace, she navigated from one rooftop to the next, each leap a testament to her agile prowess.
A soft breeze tousled her ebony hair as Felicia landed atop a rooftop, her movements as silent as a whisper. Yet, the calm of the moment was broken by the unexpected presence of a man. Clad in a dark suit that blended seamlessly with the night, he stood with an air of amused anticipation. His attention was fixed squarely upon her, an unspoken understanding hanging between them.
Evan's lips curled into a knowing smile as he voiced the obvious, "It's a bit late to be strolling around these parts, don't you think?" The undertone of amusement in his voice matched the glint of his eyes, hinting at a game of wits that transcended their immediate encounter.
Felicia's brow knitted into a subtle frown, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty written across her features. Without missing a beat, she launched herself forward in a swift and calculated attack. Her lithe form propelled a high kick aimed at Evan's face, a testament to her combat skills honed in the underground realm.
Evan's demeanor remained unchanged, a picture of calm assurance. In a motion that was almost leisurely, he lifted his hand, his palm capturing Felicia's airborne ankle with an ease that seemed almost casual. His words held a touch of dry amusement, revealing an understanding of the nature of their encounter. "Rude, but fair, I suppose..."
The grip on Felicia's ankle relaxed, allowing her to regain her footing with an agile flip that placed distance between them. The rooftop served as their stage, a silent standoff between two figures who were no strangers to the shadows.
Time seemed to hang in the balance as Evan and Felicia regarded each other, a dance of tension and calculation in their shared gaze. Yet, despite the charged atmosphere, nothing further transpired. A momentary pause stretched, revealing a curious dynamic that seemed to simmer beneath the surface.
Evan's brow arched in realization, a knowing spark alighting in his eyes. The corners of his mouth quirked upward, forming a knowing smile that betrayed his understanding of Felicia's expectations. A soft chuckle escaped him, revealing a glimpse of his perceptive nature.
Evan's head shook in a gesture of almost rueful negation, his words edged with a dry amusement as he replied, "I'm afraid your bad luck powers will do you no good in this particular case..." His arm extended in a subtle gesture, directing attention toward the lengthening shadows from which a figure materialized.
It was Domino, her posture relaxed and a knowing smile curving her lips. Evan's voice continued with an air of casual wisdom, "Such technology tends to malfunction in the presence of the real thing..."
Felicia Hardy's response was a subtle internal sigh, a recognition of the complexities woven into her current situation. As a skilled thief, she was no stranger to danger, but the brief altercation with Evan had painted a clear picture.
Her instincts, honed through countless close encounters, whispered that she was outmatched. And with her power to sow misfortune in her opponents tempered, she found herself both outnumbered and outgunned.
The inner conflict between her pride and the reality of the situation danced across her expressive features. The very essence of her identity as the Black Cat was entwined with a fierce independence, yet the prudent decision beckoned her to proceed cautiously. Despite her discomfort at feeling vulnerable, Felicia recognized that the man and woman before her appeared to be harboring different intentions.
A wry smile formed on her lips, a mask that concealed the mix of emotions brewing within her. With a tone that balanced resignation and a hint of dry humor, Felicia voiced her thoughts, "And there I was thinking I'd gotten my evening nicely planned. A little innocent theft followed by hot cocoa and a good book..."
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