WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW: That is a fake number. I do not know who's it is. I wouldn't suggest calling it.

Chapter Five: Hey Look, the Avengers!

Ashlie and Reagan leaned on a counter, tapping their fingers.

"So, yeah, um-" the young man behind the counter rubbed his eye and typed away at a computer. "What exactly do you want me to do?"

"I need you to track this phone number, and quickly please." The young man's mouth hung open.

"Yeah, I can't do that. I'm not the NSA, or a stalker." Ashlie hit the table hard. Reagan narrowed her eyes at the man.

"Then find me someone who can."

Pietro sat at a coffee table with a baseball cap placed low on his head. He made eye contact with Sam who was leaning against a building on his phone.

"Buck, I'm all for stealth mode, but I am confused on the purpose of it."

Bucky stood inside a bookstore across the street from where Ashlie and Reagan were talking to a young boy typing away at a computer.

"What are they doing?" Pietro asked.

Ashlie and Reagan exited the store looking at a piece of paper. Bucky exits and Sam walks over and sits next to Pietro. Reagan flipped her hair and whispered to Ashlie.

"Do they know we're here?" Sam said into his phone.

Ashlie turned around quickly and yelled, "Hey look, the Avengers!" As she pointed at the men a swarm of people ran to them, taking pictures and yelling questions. Ashlie and Reagan ran the opposite direction.

"I think the answer is yes." Pietro held his hand up above the crowd swarming them.

"Shut up."

Ashlie knocked on a plastic door in a low budget apartment complex. "Adam Laurens?" The door opened a crack.

"Who wants to know?" A gruff voice came from the crack.

"We need you to track a phone for us." Reagan said.

"You've come to the wrong place." He started to close the door.

"Wait," Ashlie raised her voice, "we were sent by Thomas." Adam re-opened the door. "He said you would help us. Please, it's important. Our friend is missing."

"Thomas sent you. How…how is he?" Adam opened the door a bit wider.

"He's…fine?" Ashlie looked to Ashlie for help on what to say.

"Fine, fine. Did he look fine? Did he sound fine? What was he wearing?" Reagan and Ashlie looked between each other once more.

"He was wearing a hat, a red hat, a beanie, with some weird symbol on the front." Reagan tapped the wall impatiently.

"He was?" Adam said with excitement. "Come in." Adam opened the door. He was a young man, dressed in a t-shirt and pajama pants. In his hand a beanie identical to Thomas's but in a light grey. Adam led the girls to a desk topped with three laptops. Adam sat on a rolling chair and pushed himself up to his computers. "Give me the number and I can track where the phone is in twelve minutes."

"5-1-2-4-7-2-3-7-9-0." Ashlie read off her phone. Adam said the number again quietly then typed away at his laptops.

"Take a seat, if you like." Adam said, distracted by his screens.

"Ashlie, what are we going to do when we find her?" Ashlie sat on a dusty couch that groaned when she leaned back.

"I have a plan."

"Great let's hear it."

"Get the coordinates."

"Awesome." Reagan nodded.

"And…go there."

Reagan nodded. "And…"

"And…get Claire." Reagan stopped nodding.

"That's a sucky plan."

"What?"

"We can't just go," Reagan gestured around the room, "to wherever she is being held by scary robot dude and expect to do more than the Avengers can. We should tell them and get them to help us." Ashlie put her head in her hands.

"They don't care about Claire; they care about keeping the…the…Ultron thing away. And what if that means not saving Claire?" Reagan crossed her arms around her waist.

"So you would rather let this evil, robot, man get away than let Claire die?"

Ashlie took a breath. "She would do the same for us. You know she would." Reagan put a hand to her temple, rubbing it back and forth. She nodded.

"You're right. But we can't do this by ourselves. We need help." Ashlie nodded. "Alright, call up your boyfriend. Have him meet us." Reagan laughed and lightly punched Ashlie.

"He's not my boyfriend. Did it seem like he was? Was he acting in a boyfriend way? Did he say something to you?" Reagan leaned forward.

"Reagan, just call him."

"Right. Calling."

Peter sat across from Reagan as Ashlie pushed her phone in between them.

"She's in…how do you pronounce that?" Peter asked.

"Severomorsk."

"Extremely North Russia." Reagan pulled out her phone, she read from it. "Mostly known for its navy base. The last Ultron must be hiding somewhere there." Peter nodded.

"I'm all for going to Russia, I've always wanted those cool hats. But…Mr. Rogers…"

Ashlie leaned forward. "Cannot know about this. He doesn't care about getting Claire back." Peter looked between the two girls. "We can't save her by ourselves, we need help." Reagan put her hand on top of his.

"Please, Peter." Peter swallowed and nodded.

"Yeah, of course. I'll help you." Ashlie and Reagan smiled.

"Awesome, now we need more people. Who can we trust?" Peter tapped the table.

"I have an idea. Give me two hours. Meet me back here." Peter pushed his chair back and fled the table.

"I hope he doesn't do anything stupid."

Reagan leaned on her cheek on her hand and sighed. "He's so pretty." Ashlie rolled her eyes and groaned.