I am sooo sorry for not updating this sooner. I was a little stuck on exactly how and what to write. Plus...I played favourites and decided to work on other stories instead (shrugs). Anyway, hope you enjoy this story!
Natasha smirked, covering her mouth with her fingers to stop herself from bursting out laughing at the snoring man slouched in the seat next to her.
Oh, Wilson, she silently chuckled, shaking her head and turned back to the meal one of the stewardesses' had delivered to her. As she silently ate, she wondered yet again why Fury was wanting to speak to her and Wilson about.
Wilson had called the number Fury gave him after their little chat and the number turned out to belong to the city's airport, where Wilson then booked the next flight to Teresina. After they had arrived at the airport, they received an SMS on Wilson's phone from an anonymous number telling them to meet Fury at Ponte Estaiada in Teresina. Googling it, Wilson had found out that Ponte Estaiada was one of Teresina's popular tourist attractions. She checked her watch. Two more hours, she stifled a yawn and stretched.
Needing the Ladies, she stood up and made her way over to the plane's toilets. After she had finished and was washing her hands, her eyes glanced up and she paused, staring at her reflection in the mirror, but not seeing it. Nat rested her palms on the rim of the sink and absentmindedly leaned on it.
Fury knew where I was. That means he's been watching me all this time. That means that when he disappeared into Europe, it wasn't just to hide. He must have either planted a tracker on me or has people that I haven't even spotted keeping an eye on me. Why would he want to keep track of me? What's he up to? What's so important that he'd risk blowing Wilson's and my covers?
Then she paused.
What if he's been doing the same to Steve?
Feeling that weird warmth at the mere thought of her partner-in-crime, she quickly detached herself from the sink and quickly dried her hands, deliberately focusing simply on the task at hand. Making her way back to her seat, she turned on the plane's in-flight entertainment system. She might as well occupy herself for the remainder of the flight.
Ponte Estaiada, Teresina
Wilson took another sip of his Cappuccino before hearing his phone ring. Pulling it out of his pocket, he accepted the call, putting it to his ear. "Olá?" he answered, speaking in Portuguese, which was the official national language of Teresina.
"Wsou eu."
It's me.
Ah, Natasha.
Acting like he was taking it all in, he looked around and saw Natasha at a pay phone, her back to him. She had done her red hair up into a bun, wearing a white and blue twisted Batik headband as well as a black ROSYLINE Womens Cami Crop Top with spaghetti straps and skin-tight navy blue shorts that were designed to be frayed around the edges and the pockets. She was also wearing cat eye sunglasses with an black and orange stripped pattern.
"Ah! Minha querida!" he greeted. Ah! My sweetheart! He felt a twinge of guilt as he called her that, as he began to think of that girl behind the desk, but quickly pushed it away. This was a cover that Natasha had come up with, with 'Ah! My sweetheart!' being code for 'No sign of Fury yet'.
She laughed, light and airy, but with a seductive lilt. She's a good actress. "Senti sua falta também," she replied. Missed you, too. That was code for 'Same. Keep looking.' Before their 'conversation' could go any further, Wilson felt the hairs on the back of his hair stand on end, like someone was boring holes into the back of his head. He turned around and nearly jumped in surprise.
Fury?
"Come with me," was all he said, and in a low voice, and he turned and began weaving through the crowds. Wilson was about to tell Natasha when he heard a beep beep beep on the phone line and then saw Nat pass him, on Fury's tail.
And he followed both.
