i forgive you (y/ns pov)

Chapter 19: Dead end

After spending almost two full days on researching and catching up on everything, I walked into the office quietly and placed two coffee mugs on the desk the next morning.

"Hey, JARVIS, did you find any information on what I was asking you about yesterday?", I asked into thin air.

"Indeed, Agent y/l/n. But the file is classified."

"Since when does that matter?", I smirked.

"I'm sorry. There is nothing I can do."

"Let's start with something simple. Do we have a name?"

"Well... the complaint was filed against someone in the name of Milo Clarkson", JARVIS answered.

I went up to my computer and sat down:
"And does the kiddo use any social media platforms?"

"Here are all the results I found."

A few social media accounts displayed on my screen. It didn't take long until I found something interesting: A fifteen year old teenage boy from New York with a secret google search history filled with street art and graffiti websites. After comparing his browser history with his phones GPS data, I finally found a picture of an abandoned metro station.

"JARVIS, can you show me on the map where to find this station?"

As I turned around to look at the map, I saw Barnes standing in the door to the small living room area. His hair was disheveled, his shirt looked frizzy and his face was still a little wrinkled. He preferred reading the files on paper and must have fallen asleep on the couch the night before. When I had entered the office this morning, he was still asleep so I went back into the kitchen to get us some coffee. I, myself, didn't sleep much the night before as I was also still studying the documents, too. But I actually took them to my room and fell asleep in my own bed.

"What are you doing?"

His voice was deep this early in the morning.

"I think I found something", I said while I got up from my desk chair.

I grabbed one of the coffee mugs, walked around the conference table to get a better look at the station that JARVIS had just marked.

"Coffee?", I asked forcing the mug into Barnes hand.

Satisfied about the coffee, he walked up to the conference table.

"Last night I found a short note about a complaint in the files. Apparently, a few teenagers broke into an old metro station to actually find a metro that was left behind. An angry neighbor filed the complaint. Nothing special. Probably just about them partying or something. BUT: There are multiple graffiti on the wagons of the metro."

"So this guy Clarkson wasn't the first one down there. That shouldn't be too surprising."

Barnes definitely wasn't a morning person.

I let JARVIS pull up the pictures I found of said place on social media.

"Look at these pictures. This place is plastered with graffiti. So yeah, Clarkson wasn't the first one down there because this is a secret hot spot for sprayers. And if there is a lot of teens hanging out down there, guess who isn't."

"Wait. You think this could be a safe way in?", Barnes finally caught up.

"If there is a bunch of teens walking in and out of this place, spending hours upon hours partying down there, they for sure haven't met the gun dealers. But this place is a part of our tunnel system. I don't just think this could be our way in, I'm a hundred percent sure it is."