Ghost

Chapter Twenty Eight

                                    Spencer's POV

     They landed finally. Briefly going over a plan which mostly seemed to consist of just looking for clues like they were straight out of Scooby Doo.

     I'll plan to catch a ride back on the jet to find out whatever they may have learned. Meanwhile I'll take advantage of the free time I have to get more data on the avengers, giving them a chance to play Nancy Drew.

     The crew finally exit the jet so I continue downloading the information. I'm able to secure a lot of info seemingly quicker this time. As I get bored so easily, curiosity gets the better of me and I want to know if these bozos found anything.

  So I start waltzing right out, little hop in my step as I still managed to pull this all off, right under their noses too.

  But I got a little too cocky. I didn't hear them until it was too late. And I didn't see them until I had bumped right into the red head.

  "There's got to be another way, no one.." and she stopped because she felt me run into her, so hard that I pushed her back a little bit.

  "Nat? What're you doing?"

  "I just got pushed back." She says as she's looking around. Shit.

  "What are you talking about? I didn't touch you."

  "I know Barton, that's my point. Something ran into me that we couldn't see."

   Fuck, she's figured it out. I need to get the hell out of here. So much for hitching a ride back. I'll have to take a raincheck.

  "Start moving around now. They could still be around here. Go!" And with her last command to my arrow buddy, I swiftly teleport myself the fuck out of there.

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  That was way too close for comfort. I have never been so careless and it really could have cost me. If I couldn't teleport I would be so screwed right now.

  I went back to my safe house out of habit and so I could freak out a bit without Yelena worrying, if she's back yet. It's not much as it only has a mattress with some blankets. Some clothes spread around. And a pile of dirty dishes. I should pick up but I'm hardly ever here. And I despise doing the dishes. I just started 'buying' paper plates and cups instead.

  It wasn't much, but it worked in a pinch. Which I'm in. I plop myself down on the ripped up couch. Placing my head in my hands I let out a little yell of frustration. What the fuck is wrong with me? I could have been made. Caught by the avengers? Could you imagine the torture? I shiver at the thought.

  There a few things that are crystal clear to me right now; one is that I need a drink. Luckily I keep a stock on hand.

  The second is that I have to find out what's on this damn flash drive. It goes against my usual ways of business; just doing what was required and collecting the money. But this one is different. I was almost caught by the avengers while getting information on them. I would have been so screwed.

      And for what? Some jackasses looking to take down the avengers so they can take over the world or some shit? What was I thinking? These guys could use this to kill some people I care about.

  I don't know the exact reason these guys want info on the avengers, but I can't imagine any scenario where it's a good thing. Actually I'm quite certain it can only be for mischievous reasons. I'm not the good guy, but I still don't want some crazy taking over the planet or some shit. I can't just keep stepping to the side, assuming what I'm doing isn't making such a difference.