It's a Spider Thing. {Peter Parker and Natasha Romanoff}

{3} that kid has some serious issues

"ROMANOFF." FURY COMMENTED, a slight rise and fall in his voice was the only thing that betrayed his surprise at her arrival and the sight of her hovering in his office doorway.

His mind instantly flitted to the warehouse that he had directed her to the previous evening; it had been mostly on a whim, Fury doubted that there would even be anything suspicious happening down at the docks to warrant sending the Black Widow but she was the closest. Now, though, seeing the woman standing ominously in his doorway set Fury on edge- she wouldn't turn up without a reason. There was always a reason and Natasha Romanoff didn't do social calls. Casually, he glanced her up and down in a subtle attempt to assess any injuries that she may have sustained- he was pleasantly surprised at his lack of findings before he gestured for her to enter.

"You texted."

"That, I did." He agreed.

Natahsa glanced around the spacious office, eyes surveying the usual objects and seating area that she had committed to memory on her first visit. Her eyes drifted to the large window across the room that overtook the whole wall and where the city laid below, unaware of her scrutinizing stare. She looked away after a few seconds before she sat down in the lush armchair across from the desk that Fury may or may not have bought specifically for the assassin.

"I assume you went?" Fury questioned and she nodded. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Had a question for you." Natasha replied, indifferent.

Fury hummed disbelievingly in response before pulling a manilla folder closer to him. Natasha's eyes dropped to the bland object as if she was able to see past the cover and read its contents; then her gaze shifted back up to Fury who looked as disinterested as usual.

"There were some dead Hydra agents, a suitcase full of cash and bullets matching your handguns found at the warehouse-" She schooled her expression into indifference. "- got any comments?"

A beat of silence passed between them as Natasha's thoughts drifted to the teenager she had rescued and who was currently either sitting in her house finishing his waffles or was miles away and far from the city. Gone. Like he was never there to begin with. Instead of voicing her inner contemplation she said, "They are a good set of handguns."

Nick frowned. "I'll get myself some, shall I?"

The duo looked at one another, gazes unwavering as they tried to decipher the other wordlessly.

Despite knowing he could never decode the blank look staring him down, Fury refused to be the first to speak aloud. Natasha simply continued to watch the man, mind whirling and calculating as she weighed her options before finally shifting, "Off the books."

Fury nodded his head in acceptance.

He leaned back in the seat, letting out a long breath while he closed and pushed the folder away in one, fluid movement as a show of his acquiescence.

"I heard some gunshots. I walked into the warehouse... and there was this fifteen-year-old kid." The look in her eyes made Fury tense a little. "Hydra were selling him. He said he was a mutate." Despite the clearly shortened story, Fury assumed Natasha told him the basics as he processed why the hell, she was telling him all of this. It probably wasn't the first time that sales had been happening down at the docks- but it may have been the first time that a sale had been interrupted and the enhanced made it out alive. Pride welled in his chest for the woman across from him who was still as a statue, waiting for his opinion patiently.

"You know where this kid is now?" He queried. Natasha stared at Fury and didn't move a muscle. He drew in a long breath, "Something tells me I'm not going to like where he is."