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I sped down the highway in my black SUV, keeping a close eye on the truck that was thankfully still in DC, with just enough time for me to secure my car in a nearby parking garage and hop to the next building over to stake out for the vehicle.

Patiently, I waited outside of the door that I had just knocked on. It was the perfect space for a stake out, and if it was a guy, I knew I could pull a fast one on him if I really tried.

It wasn't like I was a stranger to the concept, I just didn't use it often. Acting like a human who should be treated as such and getting what I need or want should be synonymous at all times, even during desperate ones.

The door opened, and low and behold, an old woman in a wheelchair stood on the other side.

She looked me up and down underneath her round glasses, her look completed with a flowery dress and pink sweater.

"Can I help you, dear?" She asked, stoking the calico cat in her arms, while three other felines snuck out, rubbing up against my legs.

I smiled, "Hi. I'm... Tina. You have a lovely apartment."

"Is that all?"

"No, ma'am. I'm with a top secret government Agency, the Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement and Logistics Division," I said, flashing my Dad's badge that Ben had given me earlier, "I may need to use your apartment for a very short stakeout, if that's alright."

"Oh my," she gasped, "I don't mind at all, do come in."

I walked into the apartment, taking in my surroundings. It would be a shame if SHIELD found out I was here and rampaged through her doors.

It smelled like cats, tea, and Vicks vapo rub. A very specific old-lady smell that reminded me of my own grandmother that passed away when I was 12.

"Does this perhaps have anything to do with the aliens?" She asked, bringing me tea as I watched the dot that hadn't moved for the ten minutes I've been here.

I gratefully grabbed the tea, "Well, I can't tell you that, but don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen to you, on my word."

"Are you one of those revengers? Let's see..." she paused, "the black window?"

"What? Oh, no, I-" I started, but was interrupted by the ding on my burner phone.

The time was 8:30, just the time that Sitwell told me it'd be close.

"Well I can't think of any other women revengers. The rest are all men. I don't believe that Captain America is the real Steve Rogers. The other one was a lot more manly." She continued chatting.

I snorted as I watched the dot continue to move, about 7 blocks away.

She seemed to be a very talkative woman. If I wasn't in such a hurry, I could probably sit and talk for hours and hours with her.

"But Thor is the most handsome of them all. I used to go out with a guy in the 70s that looked an awful lot like him. I'm not sure I really believe that he's Thor either, but we did have an alien invasion on Friday, so I guess I've got no choice but to believe it."

"You're telling me!" I laughed, "Imagine my surprise when I got the call. He's the real deal. He can even lift his mystical hammer. But I think it's probably some fancy technology, like we've got back at the HQ,"  I said casually, as I walked over to the window, unlatching it. "Plus," I grunted, "I don't like to think about the technicalities of it. Makes my brain hurt."

Grabbing my TCP off the floral vinyl tablecloth where I was previously sitting, I smiled at the lady, "Thanks for letting me barge in here like this. I wish I could stay and chat."