INTERLUDE TWO

I know, I know. This looks bad.

Trust me, it feels worse.

So, I hear you wondering, what exactly did I get myself into this time? Why am I limping through the streets of New York on a busted ankle, with a dislocated shoulder, a shiner the size of a baseball and god-only-knows what else wrong with me?

Long story short, they caught up with me and now I'm heading to the one place where I have a chance in hell of being safe.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not looking forward to the fact that I'm never going to live it down. Stark isn't exactly known for subtlety, after all, or for letting shit go. But there is exactly one thing I know about him that makes him my number one go-to at the moment.

I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Stark is not Hydra.

Let me catch you up.

So, after Bobbi helped me get out of DC, things got way more complicated than I ever could have figured...