Sinful

Fifteen

She had used the time over the weekend, to track down another two targets, that were in the States. She could travel across country, one in Seattle, the other in LA. If she timed it perfectly, she could be gone a whole day and no one would know.

She had received messages from Wilson to her 'Jenny' number, but nothing was being given away. Though she wanted to get a program on Rogers phone, she had seen Romanov and Maximoff sitting in the cafe too, watching them both intently. She knew she wouldn't be able to swipe his phone quickly, but she'd try again another time. Playing the part seemed to be going well, she overloaded him with information, while peppering in some indifference as to who he is. She saw the spark of interest in her, her targets were always easy, especially men. Rogers wouldn't be any different, and considering the era he grew up in, he'd still have the old fashioned view of thinking and morals.

Drumming her fingers on her kitchen counter, as she flicked through news articles about Rogers on her laptop, she needed to find her hook. She had set the bait, thrown a lure and now she needed to hook him. There had to be something that would make him give in past his caution.

Hearing one of her phones ring, she knew by the ringtone which one it was, only two had that number, but only one would call her regularly. Without even looking, she reached out her left hand, snagging it off the end of the counter and answered it... 'And there's me thinking you'd given in to that urge of scratching your brain with a bullet..'

'Love you too..'.. Enzo chuckled down the line... 'The identity I created for you has already had over a thousand hits, mostly from those just wanting to know more information about the Ranch, but the heroes have been checking you out..'...

'Any of them suspicious with their searches?..'.. She asked, flicking through another article, talking about his post ice life.

'Not really. With them clicking the links, I have slipped in an undetectable program that let's me listen in. I'd have added in video, but that needed extra coding which would've been found. Stark is a genius after all..'..

'And there's the dick sucking..'.. She deadpanned... 'You calling me for anything other than the verbal blow job you're giving Stark?..'

He laughed, and she held the phone from her ear, sneering in disgust... 'I'm hanging up..'

'Wait! Wait Wait, don't be hasty..'...

She sighed and put the phone back by her ear... 'This better be good, or I'll kill you for boring me..'

'Polly got mentioned..'..

She didn't say anything and he cleared his throat before continuing... 'Seems you made an impression. Rogers doesn't want anything interrupting Tuesday. Romanoff and Maximoff are giving him pointers and seem giddy at the fact you and him hit it off..'..

'Hmm...'... She drummed her nails again... 'If he missed Tuesday, he'd feel guilty. So guilty in fact, he'd go back every day to find Polly..'.. A slow smirk graced her lips... 'Give me an hour, and I'll pass you some intel. Spread it like breadcrumbs, lead them on a wild chase, that'll keep them busy for the next few days..'

'And miss your dat-..'.. 

She hung up on him. Tapping her phone to her chin, she rang Zemo to check in. He may be an acquaintance, both with a mutual goal that benefited them, but she didn't trust him, she didn't trust anyone, not even herself.