Author's Note: A short fic about Harry and Ben for the "googling yourself" challenge at marvel100. Set some time after Civil War.

Personal Files

"C'mon, roomie, they're going to catch us," my 'roommate' hissed in my ear. If you broaden the definition of roommate to include guy-I'm-forced-to-share-a-S.H.I.E.L.D.-compartment with. Which I do. "What are you looking for, anyway? More bleach, Blondie?"

"No, Har. I'm looking for the magical cure to your cornrows. Or is it male pattern baldness?"

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him roll his eyes. Good to know some things don't change. Even if you are a different man.

"I hope you know your roots are showing, Benny-boy."

"Speaking of showing, you see anyone headed our way?"

"Not yet." In the corner of my eye, I saw him make a fist. Or maybe he was holding some imaginary pumpkin bomb. Who knows.

Although it was good to know that he wouldn't be aiming that imaginary-bomb at me - some things do change, after all - but it still wasn't something I wanted to dwell on. "Shouldn't you be on lookout, anyway? You've got your spider-sense. Even with my goblin gear, I've got... nothing. Besides, I'm good with computers."

"Yeah, I know. Pete told me all about that robo-parents thing," I muttered, not thinking about what I was saying.

I didn't find my name or Harry's in any of their records. I was sure that couldn't be a good sign. But there was one more thing I had to check, while I could, before we got caught- one more thing I had to know.

"I just meant I could help you search," Harry whispered, unclenching.

"Oh, jeez. I'm sorry, Har-"

"Stop calling me that, Ben. Peter calls me that."

"I-" I grit my name and typed another name. This time, into the news search. 'Elizabeth Tyne'. "I didn't mean- look, it's just- this is private. Something I need to know before we get shipped off on some suicide mission."

Harry gave me a long, sad look. To this day, I'm not sure why. Probably because we were both drudging up stuff about Peter and Norman and all of that we'd both rather forget. But sometimes I think maybe there was something in my desperation to know that he recognized in himself. He had to be going mad with worry about Liz and Normie, even though we'd found out they were still alive and safe.

But maybe I just think that because...

I turned back to the screen and found the last bit of information I ever expected to find about Elizabeth Tyne.

"Harry-? Harry. You- you're good with computers, right? I need- this can't be right-"

"They're coming!"