Thank you to High King Peter the Magnificen for his review! And thank you all for being so patient. I apologise sincerely for the delay - I had a writer's block and got caught up with all my other stories and stuff. I'll really try and do better.


Wilson followed Natasha's and Fury's backs as they moved through the crowds. Cause Natasha was the closest one that was following Fury, he kept his eyes on her as he weaved through the ocean of tourists. He saw her start to slow a little then pick up the pace. He sped up and saw her and Fury hopping into a car - Fury in the driver's side and Natasha in the middle back passenger seat. Wilson jogged over and hopped into the front passenger seat, shutting his car door.

Fury, without a word, ignited the engine and steered the car onto the bustling streets. As they moved through town, Wilson stared out the window, enjoying the view. He knew that there was no point in asking Fury for information.

Fury would only tell them what he wanted to tell them when he wanted.

And you could never tell if he was lying or not.

"How was the flight?" Fury asked in a casual tone like he was simply discussing the weather, yet Wilson thought that he wasn't really interested in hearing the answer, but was asking out of a polite courtesy.

"It was excellent," Natasha said with a smile. Wilson glanced up into the rearview mirror inside the car and saw that there was a slight frown on Natasha's forehead as she eyed Fury. She's sensed that, too.

Fury nodded, this time in an absent-minded manner. "Good," he murmured and Wilson got the distinct impression that Fury would have said that if Natasha had said that two men had attacked them on the plane and held the passengers at gunpoint - i.e., Wilson had the impression that Fury wasn't really paying any attention to her answer.

"You two hungry?" Fury asked, turning a right and quickly glancing at Wilson and Natasha for the first time since they entered the car. Natasha shook her head and yawned. Wilson eagerly nodded.

"Oh, yeah! Starving," he replied.

"Alright. Want pizza?"

Wilson whooped. "Oh, hell yeah!"


Wilson kept glancing at the four large pizza boxes that were by his feet. I wish I could get into them right now! But Fury had said to wait until they arrived - wherever and whenever that was. Plus, Wilson knew that he couldn't sneak something on Fury's watch - the man was too good.

But why four? Surely we'd only need one, possibly two, for the three of us.

Unless there isn't just the three of us at wherever it is that we're going.

That was something that he should have thought of earlier, he thought, and he stared intently at the pizzas as he kept repeating to himself that he. Wouldn't. Eat. Anything. Now.

"We're here," Fury announced, putting the car into park.

Wilson hadn't even heard the car pulling up.

But he quickly unbuckled himself and grabbed the boxes, rushing out of the car to get inside and start eating.

Someone laughed behind him. "Still the same old Wilson," the same voice that had just laughed remarked.

Wilson turned around. "Steve?"

Then again, somehow he wasn't all that surprised.