Who: Dark!Steve & Wanda What: A not!reunion When: Monday evening Where: On the streets Warnings: Angst for sure Status: Closed/complete
Manes. Steve had been looking for a good reason to go after that punk for months now. There had been other targets. Other priorities. He wasn't like Manes. He didn't go after the innocent, but if they were stupid he didn't yank them out of whatever shitfest they walked into. He didn't play the superhero anymore. His losses through his life had left too many scars.
Anyway, Manes had finally crossed a line Steve couldn't ignore. Got cocky. It was bad when the good guys were willing to make deals with him in order to neutralize Alex. He'd keep his word, however. No one would die by Alex's hand. Not anymore.
He had another day to kill before he went to see if they had a lamb to dangle out there. Meanwhile, he was patrolling. If he happened to stumble into Manes before the plan came together, then he was off the hook, but they would still owe him. He liked that idea.
The thought actually put a dark smile on his face, but his expression froze when he emerged from an alley. There. It was her. There was no mistake. How was this...the dome. It had to be. People came and went all the time. It didn't matter. She was back. "...Wanda?"