The small meeting room in the Chicago office was nothing like the large, expansive rooms they had back in New York. Around the cramped table sat four of the avengers; an empty seat remained between Clint and Bruce that should have been occupied by Natasha. Noone even dared to try and sit there. Fury, Hill, Coulson and several other senior agents filled the remaining seats. Several medics and junior agents filed in and stood anywhere and everywhere they could; eager to be a part of the meeting.

Fury stood and began:
"Nazari has launched a targeted attack against us. The manager of the cafe has been identified as Peter Joynson; Nazari's nephew. It would appear he used his position to get access to Romanoff and Rogers when they visited the cafe. Luckily, Barton only received a small dose of the poison when he finished Romanoff's coffee this morning"
Clint groaned as several eyes darted his way. The medics suspected Natasha would have died long before the antidote was delivered if she'd ingested the remainder of the venom used to spike her drink.

"We also suspect he took the hit out on the waitress Rogers was supposed to meet this evening. It would seem Nazari spread the rumours about his meeting in order to draw out The Avengers and I want to know why the hell we believed them?!" Maria scribbled a note in her diary and nodded to him.

"We need to get back on top of this. Nazari is one twisted son of a bitch and we can not allow this to continue. I want Peter Joynson in our custody and I want him there now!"
Several murmurs of 'yes sir' and 'right away sir' came from various people crowded in the room, and when Fury gazed at them a few filed out of the room to get to work.

Tony had had enough.

"And what do you suppose we do now, sir?" the way he sarcastically emphasised the last word told Bruce that Tony had completely run out of patience. "No offence but its not your people getting hunted down. You've had agents popping in and out of that cafe for weeks and not one of them has been poisoned, Hill practically handed herself over to him earlier and nothing! He's not interested in you and your people. Its us he wants to take out and I want to know why. Why's he only targeted our team? Why's he so fixated on us?"

"Stark don't be so ridiculous..." Fury began but was interrupted before he could finish.

"I'd like to know that too" It was Natasha. She stood in the doorway, leaning her weight against the wall. She looked like death, literally. She shivered slightly; still weak after hours of seizures had drained her of her energy. She was still incredibly pale, and dark circles around her eyes made her looks as if she hadn't slept for weeks. Everyone in the remained room silent and made space for her to make her way through the crowded room and take her seat between her teammates before the conversation could continue.
Coulson looked up at Fury expectantly, and that was all Tony needed to know he was onto something.

"You'd better tell us now Fury, or we walk and you can clean up your own shit for once"