"Romanoff, where the hell are you?" Fury's voice booms out of her phone the instant she picks it up.
"Hey Nick." Her phone is sandwiched between her cheek and shoulder as she scrubs stubborn stains out from under her nails. The box was buried exactly where it was supposed to be, but apparently there was still some security around it. She'd had to make a bit of a mess.
"Just getting a little R&R."
She'd set a small electrical fire burning before leaving Gerhard Schultz's house and outright leveled the compound with a hotwired self-destruct sequence. Every trace of her visit should be up in flames by now. No need for anyone to be looking for her specifically, so she'll assume this is a social call for now.
"Right."
She can practically see his raised eyebrow and rolled eye.
"Need something?" She dries her hands, considering the best way to crack the box open.
"Yeah, I need your ass back in DC, now. Barnes went into cardiac arrest last night and Rogers is completely useless."
"сукин сын!"
"Yeah, that's what I said, too. Look, Natasha, I need somebody down here. Wilson's got his hands full trying to keep Rogers from doing anything stupid and that puts us down three capable Avengers. I can't have anybody taking field trips."
"Can you get me a ride?"
"Already did. They'll pick you up outside Munich in 2 hours."
"I'll be waiting. Keep everybody glued together until I get there. Romanoff, out."
Subtlety is overrated anyway she decides. She shoots the lock off of the box, scoops the contents into a folder and stuffs it and her spare collection of equipment into a duffle-bag. She'll dispose of the box on her way out of town.
She has a plane to catch.
