Stuttgart, Germany.

With ease I snuck into the elite party, a classical quartet playing over the large room. German spoken chatter echoing through the tall room whilst sipping champagne and discussing god knows what. I descended the stairs as Clint Barton waited for my move, hitting the guard with the end of my cane was not the move. But it was what caused gasps to echo through the room as well as the sound as the man’s body thudding. As chaos shot through the room I grasped the older man and flipped him over a stone bench. I used the machine Barton gave me and took the man’s eye out. My job was done, but the show was not quite over. As a devilish smirk stays plastered on my face my clothes change into my armor in a hue of my magic.

I start to proudly stride through the room towards the exit, mortals running through in utter horror at the sight of the man’s limp limbs splayed across the stone bench and my magic swirling around my body and cane as it changes into the scepter.

Thats when my gaze is caught on something, well, someone. A stunning mortal my feet immediately move faster and I catch up to them. My long fingers wrapping around their upper arm as I yank them back and their back bumps my chest.

“How curious…”

I hum and lean my head down, my warm breath brushing across their ear as my tone slips into a more sultry one.

“I didn’t know mortals could be this enchanting.”

My smirk widens and I spin them around suddenly so my arm is now wrapped around them and my eyes narrow as I look them up and down.

“Oh this will be fun…”