"We have the location of Jackson's car, which is apparently in the middle of nowhere," Natasha said, she was not happy. "The last location shown was about a half mile away from a farm, which according to public records, was land gifted by George Washington to a battalion after the Revolutionary War. It was to be passed down through their children, but all of their records, including current ones, were all filled out by a Henry Brunner. Currently it looks like it is a strawberry farm, Delphi Strawberries. The records are clean, minimal, but suspiciously clean." It was silent for a moment as they took in that information. Fury sighed. They needed more information, but the woods were too thick for their drones to be reliable. How did land gifted by the first president have next to no records, and have them all filled out by the same person, since the founding of the United States? And how was it still being used?

"We'll see what we can do with drones, then Natasha I want you on recon," Fury said thinking. "I don't like going in without knowing what we're up against, so I'm counting on you to get us the information we need." Natasha nodded. She wasn't looking forward to sneaking onto a property that could possibly be a training ground for child soldiers, but she would do it if it would give them enough information to get the green light to take it down.

"What if the kids have been enhanced?" Clint asked. "Do we have the facilities to house an unknown number of enhanced kids, kids who might not even be able to control their powers?" Fury gave them his signature I have a plan look, which put that question to rest.

"The New York base is being modified as we speak, but you bring up a good point with the unknown numbers Barton," Fury said pulling up a few maps of the area Jackson was supposedly in. Heavily wooded, old forests that had survived industrialization, and no record of anything but farms for miles around. The summer camp story Jackson's mother had given them was obviously a lie, and from what Natasha and Clint had said she had been hiding other things as well. "That's another reason I want Natasha on recon, we need an accurate estimation of how many people we're dealing with." Natasha scanned the maps on the screen, it should be pretty easy, she could do this. And worst comes to worst, she would at least have Clint as back up if it came to that.

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Entire fic edited/updated 6/25/22