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"I COULD HONESTLY BE HIDING UNDER A BED RIGHT NOW," Geneva said with a sigh as she walked at a unhurried pace between Steve and Natasha. The mall they'd come to was expectedly busy, which was something they could use to their advantage.

Nat chuckled. "We don't run away from our problems Gen." That wasn't true, they ran from plenty of their problems in the past and were doing okay.

Geneva scoffed. "We're literally on the run." She lightly tugged on the baseball cap, securing its placement once again. That was as deep into disguise as she would go, despite Steve's efforts to get her to wear a pair of glasses.

"Yeah," Nat replied, looking over at Steve for a brief moment. "And the first rule of going on the run is, don't run, walk."

Geneva nodded in agreement, her dark curls peaking from underneath the cap. "Unless your pursuers are physically right on your tail and you've been spotted, then you run like hell."

"If I run in these shoes, they're gonna fall off," he replied, his voice low. The three made a turn into an Apple store.

Many people were roaming around the store. They found an unoccupied laptop and formed a semi-circle around it. "The drive has a Level Six homing program, so as soon as we boot up SHIELD will know exactly where we are."

"Fancy," Geneva muttered, watching Natasha boot up the computer. She could feel an air of uneasiness radiating off of Steve, and she placed a hand on his arm, grabbing his attention. Their eyes met. Silently she asked him if he was okay, and he gave her a minuscule smile with tired, wary eyes.

His blue eyes darted to Natasha. "How much time do we have?"

"Uh...about nine minutes from—" she popped the drive into the laptop. "Now." Geneva watched as the woman typed away quickly. "Fury was right about that ship, somebody's trying to hide something. This drive is protected by some sort of AI, it keeps rewriting itself to counter my commands."

Steve watched her. "Can you override it?"

"Of course she can," Geneva answered, but that didn't mean she would. Tugging on her cap again.

The red head smirked at Gen's words. "The person who developed this is slightly smarter than me. Slightly." Somehow she began to type faster. "I'm gonna try running a tracer. This is a program that SHIELD developed to track hostile malware, so if we can't read the file, maybe we can find out where it came from."

As Nat said these words, Geneva's eyes automatically roamed the area for any signs of agents, but there weren't any. But there was a worker heading their way. "Someone's coming," she said quietly enough for the two to hear.

"Can I help you guys with anything?" The eager employee questioned.

"Oh, no. My fiancé and bridesmaid were just helping me with some honeymoon destinations," Natasha answered, throwing her arms around Steve for a brief second.

Cap followed suit. "Right! We're getting married."

Geneva simply nodded with a large smile, in the man's direction, discretely blocking him from seeing the laptop.

The man returned the smile wholeheartedly. "Congratulations. Where are you guys thinking about going?"

Gen waited for one of the two for answer. "New Jersey," Steve let out. Geneva rubbed her hands together, silently willing the man to go away.

"Oh," he replied a little distractedly. He stared at Steve and Geneva was sure their cover had been blown. "I have the exact same glasses."

She sighed in relief.