Wilson quickly ducked into an alleyway and then turned a right into another abandoned intersecting alleyway. Then he stopped and turned around.

Natasha wasn't there.

He shouldn't have been surprised – it was Natasha he was fetching, after all. But still. Where is she?

Then a figure came around the same corner that he had and stepped forward. "Wilson?" the person said. There was no mistaking who it was.

Natasha.

He broke out into a huge grin. "Hey, Nat. Nice to see you again," he greeted. She smiled.

"Impress the girl at the front desk yet?" she asked with a teasing smile.

He chuckled, though there was a hint of disappointment in it. "No, I haven't gone near her since we had to disappear," he said sadly. He shrugged self-consciously, trying to brush it off. "Think about her everyday, though."

She nodded in understanding. "I missed seeing you guys, as well," she said sincerely. Then she inhaled. "So, enough flirting. Why am I here? What do you want?"

Wilson should have expected her to get to it sooner or later. "Nick Fury wants you to come meet him in Teresina," he replied.

"Teresina?" Natasha repeated. "Thought he was in Europe."

Wilson nodded. "He was, but he's apparently moved down to South America. Got an e-mail from him saying that he wanted me to come meet him in Teresina and to get you as well," Wilson explained.

"How'd he find your e-mail?"

Wilson shrugged. "It's Fury. He'll find a way."

Natasha nodded at that. "Did he tell you where to find me?"

"As a matter of fact, he did."

Natasha was silent as she seemed to digest this information. "Did he say where exactly we are to meet him in Teresina and why he wanted us?"

"He gave me a number to call if you agreed to come aboard and said that it was something that you do NOT (and he emphasised that) want to sneeze on this," Wilson explained and then paused to see what she said. She didn't say anything, just silently listened, her face an undecipherable mask. "That's it. You wanna' come?"

She walked over to him until she was just a few inches infront of him, her eyes narrowed, scrutinizing his face. Then, she smirked and...

...broke into a million pixels.

What the hell?!

"Over here, fly boy," she called from behind him and saw her standing behind a large garbage bin, a few feet behind him. She went over to him, holding a holo-projector device in her right hand.

His holo-projector device.

Wait, what?

He quickly checked his pockets, finally looking at her with a mixture of bewilderment and amazement. "Alright, miss smarty pants. How'd you do it?" he interrogated, crossing his arms across his chest.

She cocked her head. "Well, it was so crowded out there, it wouldn't hard for someone to pickpocket you, now would it?" she said with a smile.

"Ha!" he chuckled. "It's good to see you, Nat."

Her eyes went wistful and she seemed to be staring at something in the past. "Yeah...come on. We're burning daylight." And with that, she turned and marched off.

"Where we going?" Wilson called out to her.

"Where do you think?"


Sorry for not posting in ages. Life, obligations and other shit. I warned you that I wouldn't be able to post regularly.

Hope you enjoyed!