Romanova [COMPLETED STORY]

18

  Not everyone had access to the directors information, Tony however, did. Asking him wouldn't work, he couldn't disclose that information. I could of course steal it from him. It wouldn't be in his pocket of course, I'd have to ask Friday and even then it would be a long shot.

  It would be on his phone if anywhere, I just had to get it. I could probably steal it off his person but it would be easier if it wasn't guarded. On a nightstand or table I think would be the best case scenario. I just needed like ten minutes with it, maybe 15 or 20 with his technology. I was more old fashioned but I could hack.

  Tony was texting someone, probably Pepper or something and slipped his phone in his pocket. I slid around the corner and into the living room where he was.

  "Hey Tony."

  "Hey kid, what's up?"

  "There's something wrong with my laptop, can you help me?"

  "Yeah, sure. In your room?"

  "Yeah, if I unplug it it like.... crashes?"

  "Okay, I'll be right there."

  "Thanks."

  I smiled at him and walked back to my room, leaving the door open just a crack letting him know to come in. About a minute later I heard the door creak open a bit and Tony walked in. He bent down to look at it and I scooped his phone from his pocket and put it in mine. Perfect. He clicked a bunch of things and brought up a bunch of screens and he said that it should be fine and left.

  I threw his phone out of my pocket and on to my desk. I grabbed a charging cable and connected it to my laptop and started running a program that would hack into his phone. It was open in about a minute. I went to contacts and typed in "Director Nick Fury," and clicked on his name when it came up.

  I scribbled down the information and closed everything that I had opened, including everything on my computer. I pushed the power button to put it in sleep mode and walked towards the door to give it back.

  "Hey Tony?"

  "Mhm?"

  "You dropped your phone in my room, here you go," I held it out in one hand.

  "Oh, thanks."

  "Mhm," I walked back to my room, closed the door and grabbed the piece of paper.

  Really, my fate was only one call away. As of now I'm apparently going back to Russia. I say that's bullshit but you never know. I picked up my phone from the nightstand and opened the dialer. I carefully typed in every number and hesitated before pressing the call button. Was this what I really wanted to do? Of course, what am I talking about.

  My finger hit the call button and I took a deep breath as I moved the phone up to my ear. I really hope he'd answer, this is an unknown number. It rang four times before it connected.

  "Nick Fury speaking."