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The drone that Saski is seeing explodes behind them as Hays Alai puts a bullet in its camera lense.

"Hays, no" Natasha screams scooping the girl up in her arms. Tears run down her face as she cradles Hays Alai in her arms, rocking her back and forth. "You don't ever shoot one of those without checking what it is."

A little girl with facial scarring runs outside and begins to drag the drone inside. The older girl who had been asleep on the recliner begins to wake up as the baby lying on her chest stirs. An older boy sitting next to her takes the baby off her chest and pops the baby up onto his hip as he helps the little girl flip the drone over and reads out the operation number on the bottom "Number 773T65KG," the boy says his shoulder length hair disheveled "Model Number 456KGH1064T. Probably American, if you'd let go of Hays, Tasha she can tell us where it was being directed from and the last stream of data."

At this Natasha releases Hays Alai, wipes her eyes and, much to T'Challa's surprise, kisses the top of her head and says "be careful, mysh. Remember, ya ne priznat' svoye porazheniye."

"I always am, ya ne priznat' svoye porazheniye," Hays Alai responds, as she digs through a black leather backpack, one of many sitting on the floor. She finally digs a laptop out of the bag and opening it up.

"What may I ask," T'Challa says "are you doing. If you operate on my turf you could endanger the lives of those who I have granted asylum to."

"They already know," a voice from the door says. The flash of a metal arm and short black hair makes Bucky look again. "Hey Cap," she says with a devilish smile "guess what, i'm not dead." Steve is staring and everyone else is trying to piece together connections.

"She faked her death to go to MIT," Saski clarifies.

"That makes no sense why wouldn't she want to fight for her country," Steve replies indignantly "protect those who can't protect themselves!"

"And this is why we hate Americans," the kids intone, even the ones who had, apparently been feigning sleep "their sense of self ritouesness and the belief that their country can do no wrong."

"Propaganda!" Yells a voice from Natasha's bedroom and all heads turn. "Propaganda," the voice says again, weakly the voice keeps on going, chanting, "propaganda, propaganda, propaganda," The other children, Bryn, and Natasha slowly join in and their cacauphony of voices mix to swirl off into the evening. Rising as each breath gave them hope for their future.