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05

"You got gum?"

Natasha shrugs, holding up a flash drive.

"It was behind the gum."

"Ah."

Natasha sits up, looking Prudence in the eye, "Did you try again?"

"A lot, yeah."

"Did you see anything?"

"Just this vial. Or syringe. With some mystery liquid in it. But I never saw Fury directly."

"That means something, though, right?"

"I don't know what it means. I've never really- usually I just let them happen or use them for fighting. I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"Still feels like shit. Gimme a piece."

Natasha tosses her a piece of gum and she pops it into her mouth, chewing and blowing a semisilent bubble.

~

"Horrendous outfit, blue sweatshirt and green cargos. Disgusting, bud. Seriously."

Steve looks behind him at Natasha through the glass. He turns, grabs Prudences jacket, and pushes Natasha into a side hallway, dragging Prudence along with him.

He presses Natasha against a wall, "Where is it?"

"Safe."

"Do better."

"Where did you get it?"

"Why would I tell you?"

Prudence backs up, closing the door and the blinds while the two argue.

She sees Steve grip Natasha tighter, "I'm not gonna ask you again."

"I know who killed Fury."

Prudence had heard this before. After she went back to find Natasha, she was told it all. Winter Soldier, blah blah blah, super dangerous, blah blah blah, assassin, blah blah blah.

He sounded scary. Kind of. Also, somewhat hot. In a morbid way. A bloodthirsty, brutal assassin with super secret bullets and a metal arm? She couldn't deny that that sounded at least a little attractive.

"Yeah, I bet you look terrible in them now."

Prudence looks over, seeing that the debriefing was over.

"Going after him is a dead end. I know, I've tried. Like you said, he's a ghost story."

"Well, let's find out what the ghost wants."

~

"So, are we gonna call him a ghost forever? Technically he has a name."

"Ghost is less intimidating."

Prudence shakes her head, "If it's about the intimidation, we should call him like amoeba. Or kitten."

"Amoeba?"

Prudence nods, "It's super small. Practically microscopic, if not completely."

Natasha shakes her head, continuing to walk.

"Different topic, if you ever need a laugh, Steve made videos for like high schools. Hilarious shit, I have copies of the tapes."

"He did?"

Steve sighs as a smile spreads across Natasha's face, "There's a health one, a gym one, a detention one, and I think one for suspension about reflecting on your choices and, 'not succumbing to peer pressure,'" Prudence chuckles as she speaks.