"So you need me to...?"
"Follow this guy," Fury instructed, handing Natasha a small tablet, different images and videos crossing the screen. "An undisclosed member of his hospital thinks he's... up to something... And has asked for us to figure out what exactly that is."
"Hospital," Natasha repeated, scrolling through the information on the screen in front of her. "This guy's a surgeon?"
"Mmm, and apparently a damn good one, too."
"So what do they think's going on?"
"They think he may be doing some 'experimental surgeries', trying to 'play god' and that sort of thing. Possibly with some very..." Pausing, he made a face, deciding how to phrase his thoughts. "'Not nice' materials." Natasha gave him a look, a small smirk forming on her lips. "Anyway, you're taking on the guise of Scarlett Johnson, the new third shifter."
"You realize I'm not a doctor, right? I can't-"
"You'll be working as the hospital's housekeeper," Fury finished, a smug look on his face.
"Housekeeper?" She repeated, her eyes narrowing. "Am I being punished for something?" Fury raised a brow, slowly crossing his arms over his chest.
"Should you be?" Blinking a few times, Natasha smiled innocently.
"Of course not."
"Then you have your answer," he smirked, uncrossing his arms and pulling out a folded packet of paper from his pocket. Offering it to her, his smirk widened. "Your first day starts tomorrow. Here's everything you'll need to know about your new character and... job. You're to report everything you find out as soon as possible to me."
The smile long gone from her face, Natasha snatched the packet and unfolded it. Taking an envelope paper clipped to the packet off, she looked over the first page.
[Name: Scarlett Johnson
Age/Birthday: 24 - November 22, 1984
Location of birth: Albany, NY
Occupation: Housekeeper
Significant Other: None
Family: Mother and father (Susan (née O'Malley) and Harry Johnson), only child]
Sighing, she folded the packet back up and held it under her arm against her side and opened the envelope. Inside was a hospital badge, a woman who's face she didn't recognize's photo on the front, with the name Scarlett Johnson next to it.
"I'll be wearing a disguise, I take it?" Looking up, she realized that Fury had already left. Scoffing softly, she looked inside again, finding a microchip that had made its way to the corner of the envelope. "Right. Gotcha." Fishing it out delicately with her fingernails, she held the small chip, examining it for a moment before grabbing a small earpiece from her pocket. Making sure not to drop anything, she popped out the chip already inside the earpiece and dropped that in the envelope instead, replacing it with the new chip. Turning it on, she put it in her ear, the features on her face quickly changing into that of the woman on the ID photo. Hair quickly darkening to brown, Natasha sighed again and pulled it up into a quick bun.
"Alright, Dr. Stephen Strange," she commented to herself in a voice that wasn't her own. Pulling out the tablet she had originally gotten, she looked through it again. "Let's see what you're up to."