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Natasha lands with a loud bang on SHIELD's roof — no need to ring the doorbell if you're wearing a heavy suit of armor.
As she walks towards the rooftop entrance, the door swings open, revealing Director Fury and Hill, their expressions sour.
Natasha opens the armor's helmet and grins. Giving the pair a curt wave as she continues over.
"Where is he?" Fury demands, skipping past the pleasantries.
That is fine. Her rates are high, and for this, she's considering charging by the minute.
"Where's who?" Natasha says, feigning disinterest. "You left no memo, no note. Just told me to meet you."
"You know damn well who I'm talking about, Stark!" Fury says. "Where's Captain America?"
She bites back her smile, "Have you checked the bottom of the Atlantic? That's where it's rumored he was last seen."
"Funny. Because as I heard it, it's rumored that he was last seen hanging around you."
Natasha shrugs. "Shame it's all just rumors." She looks away, turning her face to the wind. A few of her loose hairs tickle her nose as she scans the skyline.
"We're not looking to cause trouble," Hill says, "We just need to know what's happening."
Natasha looks back over to the spies.
"We need to know if it's really him. And if so, how he managed to survive. If not, what or who the... guy... is." Fury says, stepping forward.
"Sorry, can't help you there."
"Can't? or won't?" Hill asks, her frown deepening.
"Look, regardless of who my clients are, my job is to protect their well-being. That includes their privacy. All I'm obliged to say is that Mr Grant is not a threat. Client confidentiality, Director, you know how it is."
With that all said, Natasha kicks off into the sky, leaving Fury and Hill behind.