VIII. Nothing Personal

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Washington, D.C.

In the dead of night, Washington D.C bumbled with life near the Congressional Districts. Just outside of the Capitol Building, Maria Hill walked out whilst taking a call, trying to rid her mind of the nonsensical questions she'd been subject to. Ever since SHIELD collapsed, she had to go job-hunting, which fortunately got her a position at Stark Industries. The woman she was talking to knew that feeling extremely well.


Her boss just happened to be kidnapped by the Ten Rings and thought dead for three months.


"Yeah, it went as expected," Maria started from the Capitol, walking into the clear street. "SHIELD implodes, and everyone wants answers... The CIA, NSA, NRO, them I can handle. But Congress? Congress is like kindergarten."


"Where is this Fridge? Where was in there?" Maria mocked the questions asked to her. "Who or what is a Man-Thing? I swear I need a cocktail and a lobotomy."


She walked past the sign for the United States Department of Justice, and turned right on the street, but kept her eyes peeled for the "pedestrians" around her area. "But apparently, every move I make continues to fascinate them."

Maria glinted her eyes behind her to a man in a brown jacket, keeping his hands in his pockets

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Maria glinted her eyes behind her to a man in a brown jacket, keeping his hands in his pockets. "Tonight's standard-issue surveillance package includes..." her eyes turned across the street to a woman sitting at a bus stop. "Fake yuppie not checking her texts at the bus stop."


"Imposter homeless man..." She spies further down, watching the man push a buggy. "Mildly offensive. And the hipster following me looks familiar." Hill remarked. "Think he's Russian or..."


She turned her back to see about this man behind her, but he was no longer there. Vanished off the street without a single trace. "Gone..." Hill exclaimed. She turned her back to the woman, who now slumped across the bench as if she was shot with a tranq.

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