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<span class="mu-r">“What makes you think I don't already got some?”</span> you asked, whipping out your vibranium-coated dagger. You twirled it between your fingers, tossed it into the air and easily caught it again. <span class="mu-r">“Might not be enough for a suit, though.”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“Okay, but…where were you planning on getting the rest of it?”</span> Cindy said.
<span class="mu-r">“I was planning on asking Bloodhound. He's a former Agent of Wakanda and a current Agent of Shield. He'll have to know a way to get his hands on some vibranium.”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“Uh-huh. And you're close enough friends where he'll want to give you a solid chunk of vibranium?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Maybe not directly.”</span> you replied, holding the knife up to your eye. <span class="mu-r">“But I'm sure there's someone on their shit-list that doesn't deserve whatever it is that they've got.”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“You wanna rob a bad guy?”</span> Cindy said with a laugh that sounded more amused than it did incredulous.
<span class="mu-r">“Well, I wouldn't put it like that.”</span> you said, returning the knife to its sheathe with an admittedly slick flourish. <span class="mu-r">“I'm just saying that if Maria Hill needs some scumbag arms dealer put behind bars, and a chunk of vibranium happens to go missing during all the chaos, who's really gonna complain if a certain deniable asset puts it to better use?”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“And in this case it's making me an awesome new suit?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Think of it as me helping a fresh young upstart hero on her rise to stardom. Better yet, think of all the good she can do with a suit like that.”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“I know! With a vibranium suit, I’d be pretty much invincible!”</span> Cindy said, letting her excitement get the better of her.
<span class="mu-r">“But you should still try to avoid getting hurt.”</span> you cautioned.
<span class="mu-s">“Yeah, of course. But…I could shrug off bullets, block blades, take bad falls without hurting myself. I’d be an absolute beast out in the field!”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“So should I take that to mean that you’re okay with my plan?”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“Normally, I wouldn’t encourage you to steal anything, but in this case…”</span>
From the sounds of it, Cindy’s morals were clashing with her greed. And her greed seemed to be winning.
<span class="mu-s">“You’d have to make <span class="mu-i">absolutely</span> sure that the guy you’re stealing it from deserves it.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Rest assured that I’ll track down the scummiest lowlife known to man and confiscate his, or her, ill-gotten goods. I’ll be like a modern day Robin Hood.”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“As long as we’re on the same-”</span> Cindy began, before pausing abruptly. <span class="mu-s">“Wait. Does that make me ‘the poor’ in this situation?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Maybe that was a bad comparison.”</span> you admitted. <span class="mu-r">“I’m gonna loop you into the other call now.”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“Is it safe for us to say all this stuff over the phone?”</span> she asked.
<span class="mu-r">“You know my phone’s secure. Isn’t yours?”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“If I say no, can I get a new one?”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“Let’s focus on one gift at a time, huh?”</span>
<span class="mu-s">“That's totally fair.”</span> Cindy conceded with a laugh.
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