A/N First published fan fiction. Enjoy. I do not own any part of the Avengers or Marvel.
"You're a terrible liar." Natasha stated, just before she walked away. Why wouldn't he let her in? Well, there was the fact that she had a separate mission that he didn't know about and almost jeopardized the mission of rescuing the hostages. But seriously, the Captain America was there. His mission wasn't even close to being jeopardized. Steve was just over-reacting. And now he's keeping something about Fury's death from her, something important.
Natasha chuckled; now she was the one getting angry about compartmentalization. She turned the corner just in time to see America's hero stash something in a vending machine before he left with Rumlow. She never liked that guy, Rumlow. He was too much like her, able and willing to do anything to get a mission done.
Once she was sure the Strike Force had left with Steve, the Black Widow approached the hospital vending machine. She sighed. Steve had seriously hidden the flash drive, probably from the Lemuria Star, behind two packages of gum. This information possibly cost Nick Fury his life, and Stars and Stripes hid it behind something any kid could get? The chips or even the candy bars would've been a better choice! Next time she sees him, Natasha made a mental note to instruct Steve about covert stashing. In the meantime, she had to get the flash drive.
The sign below the pink package read $1.00. Anybody could purchase the fate of the free world for three dollars! Hopefully, she was over-exaggerating the importance of this. Natasha dug into her coat pocket to pull out her miniature wallet. She had her unlimited S.H.I.E.L.D.-issued credit card (for emergencies only, of course), a couple of IDs, and forty-two dollars. Her other coat pocket held her phone and car keys; no money there. Her hidden inside coat pocket held a wire garrote and some Widow's Bite disks (she did not come up with that name; some tech geek who worked on a Night-Night Gun named it). Natasha didn't even bother searching her pants pockets. Women's pants have pockets just for show; they can barely hold a dollar bill. She is certain there is a conspiracy within the handbag industry; Fury never would give her clearance to investigate it, and now he never will.
Natasha frowned as she looked at the two twenty and two one dollar bills in her hand. She stuffed the money in her wallet and her wallet in her pocket as she started her hunt for a dollar bill that could save or condemn the world. And there's my dramatic side again, she thought as she smirked.
