The first thing Clint did was make sure that the older sister was no longer in the hallway before taking his phone out. The camera he placed inside, already connected to his internal server at SHIELD and cellphone, was perfectly aimed to see the main areas of the apartment and record all audio. Placing his phone back into his pocket, he walked to the emergency exit he scouted out earlier so he wouldn't walk past the man at the front test desk. All background information led to the fact that he wasn't very trustful of people yet had an excellent aptitude for remembering faces. Although he wore his sunglasses the entire time, no reason to give the man another chance to see his face.

Once outside, Clint took the back alleys to a car that was parked a few blocks away. He hadn't planned on it being that easy to get into her apartment. Thankfully, Carter had no groceries and hadn't paid any attention to where she was going. And she was all too trusting. Fortunately, people who were like that usually didn't have anything to hide. However, the look on Hill's face led him to believe something else.

Before walking out of an alley, he looked around and saw nothing out of the ordinary. He quickly walked across the street and unlocked the car doors before sitting in the driver's seat and blasting the air conditioning. A few seconds later, the passenger door opened, and someone sat in the seat.

"I didn't know you were such a gentleman," the voice coming from the person now sitting beside him said.

"Oh, come on, Nat. If I were to do that with you, you would probably kick my ass for it."

"Probably," she said with a giant smirk showing on her face.

Leaning back, Natasha grabbed the file that was kept on the floor between the seats and began reading it. Instead of commenting on the different noises, Nat was making, Clint started to drive toward the interstate.

"She's cute," Nat noted instead.

"Yeah...," Clint voiced back.

"What did Hill want with her?"

"The tracker that she's wearing wasn't working, and Hill thought that there was something fishy going on."

"Fishy, how?"

"Did you hear about when the recruits came in, all of the metal detectors went off?" Knowing she did, he continued. "Well, apparently this one was blushing like a virgin bride. Gibbons also tried talking to her yet never really got anywhere with her. She also really likes watching people fight, although there really isn't a thing in her file to lead to that conclusion, especially since she is a computer wiz."

"Think there is something that should be looked into?"

"Is she hiding something? Probably. Is it something against SHIELD? I highly doubt it, but you know how anal Fury is about protocol."

"Better not let him hear you say something about it. You don't want to be next. Hill says it's horrible."

"How is he going to find out?" Clint cheekily asked her, turning toward her.

"When will you learn that Fury always finds out," Natasha replied, pushing his head to that he was watching the road.

After a few minutes of Natasha looking at the scenery, she got bored. She never really seen the city before, but it was like every other city with governmental importance. Instead, she decided to reach for Clint's back pocket, where she knew he kept his phone.

"Woah, what do you think you're doing?"

Instead of answering the idiot, she unlocked his phone. The idiot never changes his password. She pulled up the footage from the camera placed in the girl's apartment.

"Over the speaker, she heard two giggles: one high-pitched and the other at a lower volume. On the screen, she saw the girl from the file and a shorter one in the kitchen, putting together what looked like a pizza.

"Does she have a child?"

"Nope. From what I can tell, that's one of her sisters."

From the phone speaker came a sweet voice saying: "You should have seen your face. It was hilarious."

"It was not funny," the girl, Carter, said indignantly.

"It was. You had hearts in your eyes. Your heart was pounding faster with every breath. You didn't even have to be me to tell."

"You're five! You really shouldn't be saying or, honestly, know what that feels like."

"First, I'm almost nine. Second, we live in a big city. I have feelers everywhere. That and my school is right next to the high school. It's not that weird when you feel it every single day during math."

"You are way too grown for your own good."

"I completely blame you. And Nina, but mainly you. You make me read grown-up books." The last part was said with such disgust, you didn't have to look at her face to tell what expression she was making. It made Natasha gently laugh.

"Hey, you can't be an amazing artist without being able to read contracts. What will you do if someone tries to scam you?"

"Tell Dad about it and have them arrested," she said directly.

Carter, on the screen, just shook her head and quietly said, "Dad can't help with everything, you know."

"But he can sure try," the little girl said, just as quietly while trying to sound sure of herself.

For a while, they stopped talking and focused on the pizza that was in front of them. Instead of continuing to watch, Natasha closed the link to the camera and shut off the phone.

"Is it just me, or was that conversation... weird?" Clint asked her, moving his head back and forth between her and the road.

"Maybe it's based on inside jokes," Natasha replied, but not truly believing it herself. There was something up, but nothing that spoke volumes.

By that point, the two had made it back to the fake SHIELD headquarters. It was considered brilliant, of course. If anyone thought they could trick SHIELD into letting themselves into the organization, they had another thing coming.

Once parked, Hill walked out of the shadows. "Did you get it?" she asked.

"Done and done. Did you ever doubt me?" Clint asked her mockingly.

"Yes," Hill stated and walked back into the shadows and out of the room.

"Did I do anything to her?" Clint asked Natasha while wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

Natasha just shook her head while the two of them walked side-by-side out of the garage.