Saying that the atmosphere between you and the Avengers (except Natasha) changed dramatically, was an understatement. After some 'hacking game' and a phone call between Steve and T'Challa, the Avengers were sitting on your couch in complete silence, apparently waiting for you to start explaining. Well, nothing that would happen in the near future.

You could still see a confused and hurt expression on Sam's face when you started your job in hunting down the King of Wakanda, and later on, speaking to him like he was some kind of a longtime friend. Of course, he was surprised, he did not know about your past or any connections with S.H.I.E.L.D. He always believed you when you say you worked as a freelance IT person. Well, that wasn't all lies. After all, hacking into governmental and organisational files was kind of an IT work. Plus you did take some extra 'normal' work as a way to gain some extra money.

"It would be so damn nice to know who are we really dealing with!" Rogers was the first one to speak, giving you an angry look. Damn, he was in a full Captain America, and you had to admit it was intimidating. "WHo do you work for?"

'Oh Cap, my list of employers is strictly confidential", you hummed unsatisfied that he would even ask this question. You could see his chest raising in an angry motion. "But I can assure you, that I am on your side."

"Well, how should we know that?" He continued, more and more nervously playing with his almost full bottle of beer. Noticing that you got up and went to the kitchen coming back with a new bottle for everyone in the room.

"Well, we are still alive", Romanoff interjected, sending you a comforting look, returning a smile to her. All the men automatically looked towards the Russian.

"You knew?" Bucky asked, apparently surprised. Cap and Sam cursed under their noses, not wanting to accept what they hear.

"We go waaay behind, you and me, Steve," she started explaining. "She saved my ass a couple of times. Not to mention Clint's.

"You know Barton?" Sam chimed finally giving you an angry stare. You nodded, slowly opening every each of the beer bottles. "Anyone else?"

"Well... I have hacked Tony's security a couple of times... But he doesn't know who I am... And Nick... He was, well, my sugar daddy", Steve and Bucky almost choked on their beer, Natasha chuckled and Sam shook his head, not able to stop a smirk appearing on his lips.

"He was one of her employers, boys" Natasha explained feeling bad for two too innocent for their age men. They both nodded understandably, still with his cheeks blushed.

"Did Riley know?" Sam asked and you nodded, taking a deep breath. "Why the hell did you hide something like that from me", and there he snapped. It surprised you how long he would be able to last.

"I knew you would worry..." You started but bit your lip nervously when he hissed.

"Of course I would worry, damn it!" He shot up and walked to the kitchen opening and closing the fridge. You knew he wasn't looking for anything. It was just a way to distract himself with something. "How could Riley let you do it?!"

"Let me do it?" You asked, with your brows frowned. "I want you to remind you that we do not live in the 1940s, sorry guys", you turned to both Rogers and Barnes, with the latter smirking at you. "A woman does not have to fucking ask her husband if she can work!" You took a step closer to your friend, trying to control your temper. "Plus, I was doing this before I met Riley!"

"And we still do not really know what this 'this' is", Bucky chimed in, hoping that this will transfer your anger from Wilson. They may not like each other, but you knew that Barnes did worry about the man that has saved his life. You sighed and slid down the wall, closing your eyes. You did so well hiding it from everyone for almost 14 years now.

"As you already know, I am a hacker." You started, nervous about opening up to those people. After all, you do not even know most of them. But Romanoff was right. They needed to trust you, and telling them all about yourself, would be a good first step. "I was sixteen when Fury found out that I hacked into some CIA files... School Project, really wanted to get an A", both Bucky and Natasha snorted but did not say anything. "He gave me a proposition, a work of some kind. He would delete any traces of me unless I will help him from time to time with some S.H.I.E.L.D. work. As a kid who was about to go to college a perspective of gaining your own money seemed reasonable... Well the longer I have worked for him behind the computer screen the more I saw this world as fascinating. So I asked him to get an agent training."

"You're an agent?!" Rogers asked, completely stunned with what he was hearing. He could not believe that Fury would employ a sixteen years old girl.

"Well... I learned how to defend myself, but becoming a part of an organisation did not sit with me, however, I did have a talent with guns", You looked at the Sargeant and winked at him, making him smirk at you, shaking his head in disbelieve. He could not understand you, read you. You were like a mystery. From a simple wife's of Sam's friend, you have become a sniper/hacker, who has worked for Nick Fury and new King of Wakanda. But he could not say that he did not like you. Your light and happy personality made him want to open up to you. You did remind him of Steve somehow. Maybe more sarcastic and feisty. But you did have a good heart, at least that's what he thought after knowing you for seem to be a day. "So Nick decided to use my talent for some freelance jobs." You finished and looked around everybody. Nat sent you a comforting half smile, Bucky nodded his head just a bit, while the rest of two men were still staring at you.

"Fucking amazing!" Sam cursed, walking towards you. You got up to be met with his brown eyes. There was a spark in them you did not recognise. "I know you for what? We know each other for more than 20 damn years and I just get to find out you live a double life? What was it? Did you not trust me?!" He hissed, closing your distance. "Was I so untrustworthy?!" You opened your mouth to say something, but closed it a second later, looking away. You bit your lip nervously, not letting the single tears feel from your eyes. His tone and the words sting. So much. "Who do you still work for? How should we know you are not a double-agent?" Your eyes widened in a mix of surprise and fear. "Seriously, should we expect a governmental place landing near the house? Or maybe Iron Man..."

"Wilson!" Romanoff's voice shut him up for a second. He looked at the Russian and turned back to you. You leaned your head down. The sting in your heart disappeared and was replaced with physical pain. "She has saved my ass enough of the time to know that she is on our side. Plus why would she help us with T'Challa if..."

"Well, isn't this what double agents do?!" He hissed, still looking at you with this anger in his eyes. You looked up and saw him tense, noticing tears in your eyes. You dried your eyes with the back of your hand, happy that you did not wear any make-up today, and looked around the room. With one smooth move, you shifted away from Wilson and took some steps to stand in the middle of the living room.

"If I was a double agent I would never tell you all this about me..." You started quietly. "I am on your side, just as I said when I opened the doors to my house for yous. Natasha told me that you, Cap, believe in trust in a team, this is why I decided to tell you. I wanted to help you, that's why I openly admitted to knowing T'Challa. However..." You stopped and looked up at the people in the living room. "If you decide to not trust me I can't do much about it. I just want you to know... I am not retired and a lot of people owe me, so if you need me, well I will be around." With that, you passed by Sam and left the room into your room for the night. After all, you were planning on going to Wakanda with them tomorrow morning.

"Good damn job Wilson!" Romanoff started, snorting under her nose. "What the hell was that?!" He turned around and gave her one of his sad stares, she has still not seen.

"She's like a sister to me... What kind of brother am I, not to know something like that about her?" He questioned, leaning on the wall. "I... I'm going to sleep."

The three of them were sitting int he leaving room not saying a thing. Steve was looking at your computer and sighed when the memories of the conversation between you and T'Challa came back to him.

"What do we do, Steve?" Bucky asked, finishing his beer. He knew that whatever his friend decides, he will follow. If not for him, he would be or imprisoned or dead. The blonde man stood up and started cleaning the empty bottles, clenching his jaw.

"Let's just stick to the plan. And well, we'll see later on."