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Kara, Steve, and Natasha were walking through a mall, headed to a tech store. Natasha and Steve had on baseball caps and hoodies while Kara had on regular clothes. They moved quickly but not to the point of suspicion.
"First rule of going on the run is don't run, walk," Natasha said, looking straight ahead.
"If I run in these shoes, they're gonna fall off," Steve said.
They walked into the Apple Store and got to a laptop. "The drive has a Level six homing program, so as soon as we boot up S.H.I.E.L.D. will know exactly where we are," Natasha said, typing on the computer.
"How much time will we have?" Steve asked. Kara walked around, actually looking for a computer to buy since she needed one.
"About nine minutes from.." Natasha put the drive into the port. "now. Fury was right about that ship. Somebody's trying to hide something. This drive is protected by some sort of AI. It keeps rewriting itself to counter my commands."
"Can you override it?" Steve asked.
"The person who developed this is slightly smarter than me. Slightly." Natasha continued typing. "I'm gonna try running a tracer. This is a program that S.H.I.E.L.D. developed to track hostile malware, so if we can't read the file, maybe we can find out where it came from."
"Can I help you guys with anything?" a worker asked, walking up to Steve and Natasha.
"Oh, no. My fiance was just helping me with some honeymoon destinations," Natasha said, putting her hands on Steve's shoulders.
"Right. We're getting married," Steve smiled. Natasha quickly got back to working on the computer.
"Congratulations. Where are you guys thinking about going?" the worker asked.
Steve quickly looked at the screen of the computer, seeing the location pop up. "New Jersey," he said.
"Oh," the worker said. He stared at Steve as his eyes widened. He pointed to Steve. "I have the exact same glasses," he said.
"Wow, you two are practically twins," Natasha said, still typing.
"Yeah, I wish." The worker looked back to Steve. "Specimen. If you guys need anything, I've been Aaron."
"Thank you," Steve said.
"Excuse me, Aaron?" Kara said, calling him over. She looked to the exit of the store, seeing Rumlow and a team of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents walking through the mall. "I would like to buy this one. How much?" Kara looked to Natasha and nodded her head to the exit.
"That is one of our newer models. You made a really great choice. Come with me and I'll get you checked out," Aaron said. Kara looked back to Steve and Natasha, still seeing them facing away from the exit.
"Got it," Natasha said. Steve looked at the location. Wheaton, New Jersey. "You know it?"
"I used to. Let's go," Steve said. Steve nodded to Kara.
Kara paid for the laptop and quickly caught up with Natasha and Steve.
"Did you really need to buy a computer?" Natasha asked.
"Yeah," Kara said. She was going to do some digging on the girl in the photo. The thought has been rattling around in the back of her head ever since she saw it. Who was she?
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Harley walked up a flight of stairs to her apartment. Damien hadn't been answering her calls. He was known to not charge his phone or to fall asleep, so she didn't worry about it. Opening the door, Harley was shocked to see her place trashed. She dropped her keys on the table and took a step forward.
She found Damien lying on the floor with a bruise on his head. "Damien?" Harley rushed to him, lifting his head. "Damien, wake up." Harley shook him, trying to get his eyes to open.
Damien's eyes fluttered open, squinting at the light. "Hey. You alright?" Harley asked. "What happened?" Harley helped him off of the floor and sat him on the couch.
Damien held his head as he spoke. "I tried to stop him. I'm sorry," Damien apologized.
"Stop who? What happened? Where is James?"
"I don't know!"
"Did you see anybody?"
"Yeah. He was about 6'3, with a black coat with a bird logo on the left shoulder."
"Did you see a name?"
"Rockwell? R-R--"
Harley clenched her jaw as she realized who took James. "Rumlow."
"Y-yeah, him."
Harley slowly stood. "Go home. I'll find James."
"Do you need me to call my dad? He can help--"
"It's okay. I got it," Harley said. She walked into James' room, seeing a note left in the crib.
Thought I'd take the kid with me for a few days. Don't worry, I won't hurt him.. Much. -R
"Son of a bitch," Harley said. Her fist collided with the wall, making a dent in it.
"Miss Quinn, Alfred's here. I'll uh, see you later," Damien said, not making eye contact with her. He quietly left the apartment, leaving Harley alone.
Harley pulled out her phone. "Let's hope this works," she said, dialing a number. "I need your help. Call me back."
