Natasha tucked the phone away and fell in step behind Rhodey and Stark as they moved from the press hall, letting Stark's minions and PR people deal with the small details.
"Jumped out of a plane. Damn." Stark muttered to himself.
"Really? You're surprised?" Rhodey commented a bit more humanely, "I'm more concerned for that poor First Lieutenant who assisted them. He's going to see a court martial."
"That was his choice." Tony replied brusquely as they moved down the hallway to his private offices.
"And it was a hell of one, too." James replied with a touch of admiration in his voice, "Would you do that? For me?" Natasha stayed silent behind them.
Tony stopped midstride and looked at Rhodes with a smirk, "Well… what do you think?"
James gave him a frustrated frown.
"Romanov! Do we have any leads on the Three Musketeers?" Stark asked turning to her.
"Well, besides moving west? No." She lied easily, her red hair sliding over her shoulders.
"We need to get on that. Face recognition, drones, anything. Even baby monitors." Tony warned her, his eyebrow creeping up slightly.
"I'll handle it." she promised with a polite smile. James looked at her as if he felt sorry for her task at hand. Tony nudged him in the shoulder and the two men moved on. Once she was sure he was out of ear shot, she pulled out her phone and sent off a few quick texts in Morse code.
Hawkeye was enjoying cutting the wainscoting trim for his new renovation project. He was able to convince Laura to turn the traditional dining room into a workspace for her and her painting. It wasn't hard work, but getting his hands dirty felt so… good again.
The peal of children's laughter outside the barn punctuated the air between his circular saw as he cut the wood. Suddenly he felt a familiar tapping in his pocket.
: Three Musketeers. STOP. Need help. STOP. You in? STOP.:
Only Nat sent Morse code texts.
Looking up from the dust caking his safety goggles (his eyes were far too important), he sighed looking out the barn door at his kids and home in the background. Of course he was in. Cap needed his help.