(A/N): Sorry for the late posting! This chapter needed a lot more edits than I was anticipating so it took longer than I thought it would. So so sorry!

I know this is the part where I thank you all individually but I really need to get to bed so I promise I'll do it next week, okay? I really am grateful to all of you who take the time to review my story. Your words inspire me and I'll never be able to thank you enough but I promise to try.

A couple of things. First, there is a scene from Jessica Jones in here, just an fyi. Jessica is a character that will feature in this story so I wanted to give a hint as to how she and Hermione met. Second, there is a bit in this chapter that might come across as... overly harsh towards a beloved character. So I just make this clear now: just because we like someone doesn't mean we ignore the bad things they've done. Even fictional someones. Everything I've stated about this character is canonly true. And it ties back into how historically, Nazi scientists were basically allowed to go free after all the horrible things they did and that was not okay. It wasn't okay and I refuse to make it even slightly seem like I think this was okay. So yes, this may seem harsh. But that's because I will not ignore this fact just because it involves a character I admire. We are not our mistakes, but that doesn't mean we get to just ignore our wrongdoings either. Rant over.

This chapter is unbetaed so sorry! All recognizable dialogue belongs to the Jessica Jones creators.

Thank you all for reading! Enjoy!


"I'm sorry to interrupt, Miss Stark, but I believe this is something you will want to see."

Mia looked up from her book, staring blankly up at the ceiling. "JARVIS?"

The television turned on and she swung her legs off the couch so she was facing towards it.

"An… unusual encounter took place at the 15th precinct less than an hour ago that would fall under the list of things you requested I inform you of."

"An unusual encounter?" Mia repeated, eyes going wide as she took in the sight of multiple officers holding civilians and other precinct workers at gunpoint. "What…"

"Shut up," one of the officers was ordering. "Don't move."

"Oh, everyone, calm down. You're killing the mood." From behind a desk popped up a man with slicked-back, brunette hair wearing a purple suit. He walked towards the one woman in the room who was neither pointing a gun nor being held at the end of one. "Jessica," he greeted, beaming at her.

"JARVIS, run facial recognition," Mia ordered. "I need to know who that man is and Jessica's last name. And don't tell Tony." Whoever the dark-haired woman was, she clearly wasn't happy to see the man walking towards her.

"You're not surprised to see me," he continued. "You had to know I'd come for you." From the look on her face, Jessica didn't want him to come for her. "Not this fast? I… I will admit to keeping eyes on you. Spies are easy to come by for me."

Jessica shifted back on her feet. "Do whatever you're going to do to me but let them go."

"Jessica Jones," JARVIS informed her. "Age 28. She's owns a PI firm named Alias Investigations in Manhattan."

"Well, I have to protect myself so…" the man was telling Jessica.

"Then control me, not them," Jessica argued.

He came to a stop in front of Jessica. "I have absolutely no intentions of controlling you. I want you to act on your own accord."

"Act how?" Jessica shouted at him. "Suicide? Is that why you've been torturing me?"

"Oh my god," he chuckled. "Jessica, I knew you were insecure but that's just sad. I'm not torturing you. Why would I? I love you."

Jessica looked horrified and Hermione felt her own horror grow. "You have been ruining my life…"

"You didn't have a life," he interrupted.

"As a demented declaration of love?" Jessica continued.

"No," he scoffed. "Obviously. I was trying to show you what I see. That I'm the only one who matches you. Who challenges you. Who'll do anything for you."

"His name is Kevin Thompson," JARVIS finally told her. "It appears that someone tried to erase all records of him in any system but were unable to completely do so. According to my files, he goes by the name of Kilgrave and he is said to have the ability to control mind's with only his voice."

"I realize this will take time," Kilgrave was softly telling Jessica. "But I'm going to prove it to you."

"Oh gods," Hermione whispered as she watched Kilgrave beginning to rant. "You said this happened an hour ago?"

"Unfortunately."

"I'll come with you," Jessica abruptly offered.

"To protect them," Kilgrave spat. "Not out of choice."

"You know me well. We can work out the rest."

He didn't take her up on her offer. By the time Kilgrave and Jessica had left a precinct full of laughing law enforcement agents, JARVIS had created a list of places Kilgrave might have gone and Hermione was racing out of the tower.


Mia flipped through another stack of papers, carefully taking notes on a separate notepad.

The timeline made no sense. Bucky fell from the train, was taken by the Soviets, and then… what? Was he put on ice for a year or so until Zola could begin to experiment on him? But how did the Soviets have the technology to successfully put someone into a cryogenic stasis? Yes, Bucky had already been given a doctored version of the Super Soldier Serum but there were no guarantees that that would be enough to save him. And they certainly weren't using him as a first subject to experiment on for cryogenics; there was no way that they would go through the trouble of retrieving Barnes from the Swiss Alps and keeping him alive only to try an experiment like that. No, they would have had to be assured that he would live.

Then there was the fact that Zola was kept under close observation when he was released in 1947. He couldn't have made any trips to Europe and especially not to Russia. So, either Bucky was brought to America and had the operation somewhere nearby, or he had been kept on ice for more years than she had initially assumed.

The more Mia read, the more disgusted and confused she became. Phillips had chosen to save Zola because he was an arrogant fool and always danced to whatever orders were given to him by the American government. The U.S. had wanted as many Nazi scientists as they could get and Phillips had provided. But, what on Earth had possessed Peggy Carter to bring Armin Zola into S.H.I.E.L.D.? Because it was Peggy that had brought him into the organization. She was in charge, she had control over who was recruited in the beginning. It was because of her that Zola had been released from prison. It was because of her that Bucky was forced to endure decades of physical and psychological torture. It was thanks to her that HYDRA had infested itself into the U.S. government with such ease.

Zola was a HYDRA scientist! He enjoyed performing deadly experiments on other human beings! Did she really believe that just because he didn't kill himself rather than allowing himself to be captured that he didn't truly believe in HYDRA's ideology? Was she really so arrogant to believe that he would be loyal to them? And why did Colonel Phillips and Howard Stark just stand by and allow it to happen? Surely, they would have had to have had some reservations about Peggy's plan. Even if they both thought it was fine to spare Zola, freeing him from prison was something else entirely.

These people, they were supposed to be Steve friends- Peggy was supposedly in love with him. How could they be alright with willingly joining forces with the man responsible for Bucky's death? This betrayal didn't even start after Steve's disappearance but right in the midst of his grieving. Steve was mourning for his best friend while Phillips was holding out his hand to the man who killed him. Bucky was Steve's brother. How could they betray Steve like that and then continue calling themselves his allies? How could they continue to call themselves Steve's friends while they were knowingly spitting in the face of everything he believed in?

Maybe her thinking was too limited- too black and white- but Mia didn't care. If something ever happened to Tony, she wouldn't stop until she ripped apart the one who hurt him with her bare hands. She would never allow someone who hurt her family to go unpunished and any person who thought differently were no friend of hers.

There wasn't even a good reason for bringing in Zola. They weren't in a state of emergency, they weren't desperately in need of knowledge only he possessed. Zola was smart? There were others who were at the same level as him that didn't have ties back to a Nazi organization. Was it hubris? Was it overconfidence that led them to freeing him?

"Hey, kid?" she heard Tony calling from her living room.

"In here."

A few seconds later, Tony popped his head through the door to her study. "I… what are you doing?" he asked, staring around the mess of papers strewn across the floor and on top of every surface in the room.

"Slowly losing my mind. What are you doing?" It had been a few days since the bodyguard incident had occurred. Mia hadn't heard anything more from either Pepper or Tony on that front, but she was sure it was only a matter of time. She had kept herself busy in the meantime but hunting down more information on HYDRA and desperately trying to find any information on the USSR and Vasily Karpov.

Tony seemed to be debating with himself on whether or not to ask for more information but ultimately seemed to decide that it wasn't worth it. "We've got that meeting with Quahog in an hour. Pepper told me to tell you that if you weren't showered and dressed in the next half hour then she will RSVP in your name for three society events."

Setting aside her things, Mia frowned up at Tony. "I don't remember scheduling a meeting with President Quahog."

"Yeah," he shifted back on his heels, seeming slightly uncomfortable. "It was supposed to be two weeks ago but that wasn't going to happen so we rescheduled it."

"Right." Of course they rescheduled it. Two weeks ago, she could still barely bring herself to get out of bed. "This is the meeting to discuss what to do about Britain, right?" If it wasn't, Mia was going to have to become much more concerned with her current mental state. Which, considering she was at a point where she just did not care at all about it, probably wouldn't be the worst thing.

"Yep. Apparently the demand for you to stand before the British Tribunal of Thickheaded Twits is still going strong."

Mia stood up with a sigh. "Must you do that? Just calling them the Wizengamot would be so much easier."

"But it would also be much less enjoyable." Tony stepped out of the doorway so the she could exit the study and watched as she firmly shut the door behind her. "You didn't tell me what it was you were working on."

The words spilled out of her mouth without thought. "I'm still looking into Reyes." Not technically a lie, but also not the truth he was looking for. She couldn't tell him anything yet- Mia needed to have more information before she brought Tony into this. After all, what was the proper etiquette for telling someone that their father was partially responsible for the survival of a break-off Nazi organization? Perhaps she should make cards- that would certainly be the easiest way to tell Steve.

"Who?" he asked, brows furrowed in confusion and Mia realized that she had never mentioned her suspicions to him- only Pepper knew.

"A corrupt DA who handles crimes in Hell's Kitchen. JARVIS is helping me look into her."

Tony nodded. "Alright but just remember, if you dismantle the entire justice system here then you're responsible for rebuilding it."

Mia snorted. "Is that not what I'm already doing?"


When Mia and Tony were led into the MACUSA President's office, he was sitting at his desk reading over some paperwork. Looking up, he stood and greeted them with a large, welcoming smile. "Hello, Tony, Mia."

Mia smiled back at him and moved to greet him with a kiss on the cheek. "Hello, Samuel. How are you?"

"Busy," he sighed, leading her over to a couch on the other side of the room and waving for Tony to sit next to her as he took a chair across from them. "We're to host the Quidditch World Cup next year and the preparations are getting a bit out of hand."

"Ah, sports," Tony commented unenthusiastically, and Mia nodded at him in commiseration. It was nice having someone who also didn't understand the hype about athletics.

Samuel rolled his eyes. "Yes, Tony, I'm still aware that you could care less about my people's international pastime."

"It's not that I don't care, it's just that it's not important."

"You really need to stop doing that," Mia told him. "Especially to people who can and will use a Silencing Charm if you get too annoying."

"That would assault," Tony protested. "What would the people think if they heard that the President assaulted Iron Man?"

"I never said Samuel would be the one doing it."

With a laugh, the President interrupted them. "Play nice you two- don't make me call Pepper."

"Like this would surprise Pepper," Mia snorted. "If you told her, she'd probably laugh before telling you that you invited us here so now we're your problem."

She could do this. She could pretend to be normal. This was normal.

"You're not wrong," he agreed before sighing. "Minister Shacklebolt has been harassing us about you again. Well, not you- Hermione Granger. Seems Potter is putting pressure on him so that he'll put pressure on us."

"What do they want?" Tony asked, sitting back and stretching his arm out over the top of the couch.

"They want Hermione Granger. They want to know how she survived, where she's been hiding all these years, and why she ran." Samuel locked eyes with Mia. "There have also been some questions about several object that mysteriously vanished from Hogwarts right before you went on the run and that were never returned after the war ended."

Mia smiled, eyes dark with a malicious mischief that Tony had seen before in Loki's gaze. "Oh, really? And what exactly do they think I have?"

Instead of seeming put off, Samuel gave her an admiring look. "You did it, didn't you? You actually stole the Hogwarts register."

Tony frowned, looking over at his sister. "You stole what now?"

"There's a book that was created by the founders of Hogwarts that contains the name and location of every magical person within the United Kingdom. Every time a magical child is born- even if they're from a Muggle family- their information is magically added to the book so that they can be sent their Hogwarts letter on their eleventh birthday and all other Hogwarts correspondence," Mia explained, still looking smug. "Even once they've graduated, the book still keeps track of them unless they formally apply to have their information removed."

"The book mysteriously disappeared right after Dumbledore's death and was never found again." Quahog was still watching Mia. "Something that was thought to be impossible since the book is charmed to never be allowed to leave the Hogwarts grounds."

"If the book disappeared, then how are they finding the kids from non-magical families so they can be invited to Hogwarts?" Tony asked.

Samuel finally looked at him. "They're not. The only students studying at Hogwarts now are those coming from magical families."

"There was a second book created at the time of the first- supposed by Salazar Slytherin- that only recorded children descended from magical families," Mia explained. "It was during the time when Witch Hunts were most common and many muggleborn children were killed before they reached the age of 11, or refused to go to Hogwarts. Without the first book, they would have to be relying on the second."

"The Ministry was rounding up the muggleborns during the war," Samuel started, voice soft. "But without that book, they were unable to find any of the muggleborn children who hadn't started at Hogwarts yet. As long as none of them accidentally used a large amount of magic- since that's the only way a muggleborn child would ever pop up on Ministry radar- they would be safe."

Tony smiled proudly at his sister. "You saved them."

Mia only shrugged. "Well, now, there's no proof that it was actually me, is there? This is all just speculation. After all, stealing that book would be a very grave offense and I am a law-abiding citizen." Both men snorted in amusement at that. "Speaking hypothetically though, if I were to have stolen such an important treasure, I would have made sure to hide it somewhere no one would ever be able to find it- even if I were to die. I might have also made sure to have created a way to ensure that those muggleborn children would still be educated- perhaps by creating a copy to give to someone like the Headmistress of Beauxbatons. After all, it would be easy to get those children and their families out of the country using muggle transportation since only magical travel was being watched. Again, this is all pure speculation of course."

"And the charms placed on the book?" Samuel questioned.

She sat back. "Haven't you heard: some charms are made to be broken."

The President just shook his head in amazement. "You managed to both save an untold number of lives and start the downfall the British Wizarding World. I don't know whether to be impressed or terrified."

Raising his eyebrows in surprise, Tony questioned, "Start the downfall of what now?"

"Wizarding Britain is having a population crisis," Mia told him. "Fewer and fewer magical children are being born- partially because the purebloods still insist on only marrying one another and partially because the society is so insulated that people rarely interact with let alone marry either Muggles or foreigners. No fresh blood is being added to the society and so it is stagnating. There was even talk of enacting a marriage law but it was deemed worthless since almost all of the known muggleborns were killed during the war. Even with a marriage law, they would only be buying themselves a fraction more time. If things go on like this, Britain's magical society will collapse within a few generations at most."

"And you're okay with that?" Samuel asked her. "You're fine with that?"

Mia shifted to look out the window, staring out at the city with distant eyes. "The world has changed, President Quahog, but Britain refuses to change along with it. That society is corrupt to its very core and no amount of fighting and attempting to restructure is going to change that. Sometimes, there is no saving a thing- sometimes, the best thing we can do is to start over."

"They will come after you," he warned. "They're looking for someone to pin the blame on and if you're not a help to them, then they'll turn you into their scapegoat."

Gaze shifting from distant to cold and hard, Mia smirked at the President. "Then let them come."


"That book," Tony started when they were in the car on the way back to the tower. "Is that the only thing you stole?"

Continuing to stare out the window, Mia asked, "Do you really want to know?"

"Uh, yeah."

Her lips quirked upwards. "I also stole several other books containing a variety of dark spells that Dumbledore was hoarding. Some of them even had notes he'd made about how to improve a spell. The real trick was getting the books out without any of the magical portraits seeing."

Giving her an appraising look, Tony commented, "That's odd- Weasel doesn't seem like a big reader to me."

"Oh, I'm sorry- I thought you were just asking about books. Were you wanting to know about something else?"

Tony grinned, but it quickly faded. "So, we're going to London."

"Yes." Mia wasn't worried. She was the daughter of Loki and had, since her last time in Britain, accepted all the powers and abilities that came with her heritage. "We'll have to make sure your suit has a better resistance to magic before then."

"We should also check Gramps frisbee."

Mia's fingers twitched in her lap. "I doubt S.H.I.E.L.D. is going to allow their golden boy to join us," she muttered. "He is the face of their organization, after all."

Tony's gaze bored into her. "Hey, speaking of Steve, he's called me about a million times because he can't get ahold of you and it'd be great if you could get him to stop doing that."

Forcibly unclenching her jaw, Mia retorted, "I am not Steve's keeper. If you want him to stop calling you, then you tell him to stop."

He couldn't let it go. "Do you think he left because he wanted to? Because JARVIS has got footage of him arguing with Fury for almost an hour because he didn't want to leave you."

"Bucky always had my back when I would get into fights, he was the most loyal guy you'd ever meet… All those times he saved me, and I couldn't save him when it mattered."

"I don't want to talk about this," Mia warned.

Luckily for her, they were pulling up to Stark Tower then and Mia almost leapt out of the car to escape from the conversation Tony wanted to have.

I'm with you till the end of the line.

She couldn't do this. Mia couldn't just talk to Steve and pretend that they were fine- pretend that she wasn't keeping something this big from him. Not telling him about HYDRA was one thing, but hiding the truth about Bucky?

But, how was she supposed to tell him? How could she tell Steve that Bucky was alive when she had no proof? She had no physical evidence to give credence to her claims, no idea where Bucky was currently being kept, or any sort of timetable for how long it would take to find him. Steve might have believed her even without evidence, but that much unknown would break him. And, if she told him about Bucky, she'd have to tell him about HYDRA and she couldn't do that. Him knowing would put him and everyone else at risk and ruin her carefully laid out plan. Mia wanted to take out HYDRA as efficiently as possible and with as few civilian casualties as they could manage. Steve would want to immediately take action, which she could understand, but thoughtless actions would lead to unnecessary deaths.

Before she knew it, the elevator doors were opening up onto her floor. Mia couldn't even remember getting on.

As soon as she stumbled out into her apartment, Mia fell back against a wall and slowly sank down, curling into a ball. She was so tired. Tired, sad, and alone. Tired because she felt like her war would never be over. Sad because she was hurting everyone she cared about and didn't know how to stop it. Alone because they didn't understand what she was feeling right then and while she prayed they never would, Mia couldn't help wishing for someone who did.

How do you live with the emptiness? How do you live with what you've done? How do you be okay afterwards?

Her phone started ringing in her purse. Mia ignored it, pressing her face into her knees. After a minute of continuous ringing though, she blindly reached out and felt for her bag and pulled her phone out. Peeking over just enough to find the green answer button, she hit it with her thumb and brought the phone up to her ear, staying silent.

"Hermione," Steve sighed in relief and she flinched. He didn't sound upset or angry that she had been avoiding him, just happy that she finally answered. The little piece of her that was made entirely of bitterness and rage hated him for being so good and fine while she was breaking apart at the seams.

When she continued to stay silent, Mia thought that Steve would eventually grow annoyed and hang up on her. She was counting on it. Instead, Steve told her, "Fury thinks it would be good for me to train more with the STRIKE team so today I had to run drills with them. I don't think it's going the way he thought it would. They seemed to grow more and more resentful as the day went on.

"It's kind of jarring coming back here. I miss being back at the Tower. I miss hearing you demand that Tony do 'normal people things' like eating regular meals and drinking water not alcohol. I miss pretending not to know pop culture references and causing Tony to start ranting. I miss hearing you and Pepper plotting about things I still absolutely do not want to know. I guess… I miss you."

Hermione's mouth fell open in a silent cry and she trembled with the force of the sobs she kept buried deep.

"I finally moved out of S.H.I.E.L.D. housing into my own apartment. It's an older building, quiet neighborhood- nothing like our old apartment. I think you might actually like this one. My neighbor is a nurse- I've only seen her once- and she keeps really odd hours but at least she's pretty quiet. All the unit are soundproofed but with my hearing I still can sometimes hear too much, you know?" Steve kept talking, telling Hermione about everything he'd been up to, the people he was meeting, the places he had been to so far. He told her about some of the museums he'd been able to visit and which ones he wanted to go back to when she came to visit him. The one he was most hesitant about was the museum containing the newly opened Captain America exhibit. While he did want to see some of the things there and watch the video footage of interviews done with Peggy, Howard, Colonel Phillips, and his Commando's, Steve also explained how he wasn't sure if he was ready to watch those now.

She didn't know how long he talked but, eventually, Steve finally fell silent.

"I felt unstoppable," Hermione whispered, feeling an overwhelming need to confess. "When I put on that suit, I felt powerful- like I could do whatever I wanted and no one and nothing could get in my way. And I was right. I was full of drugs, alone and scared, and still, no one could stop me."

"It wasn't your fault," Steve murmured back.

"I killed them, and no one could have kept me from doing that, Steve. No one could even have stopped me from going. And maybe that's the problem. Maybe I should have been stopped. Maybe I still should be."

"Don't say that," he ordered. "You are not a bad person."

"Or maybe your emotions are just- are just clouding your judgement. Maybe you just can't see it. T-Tony and Pepper want m-me to see a therapist. T-they think s-something is wrong with me; they th-think I'm broken and n-need to be fixed."

The sound of Steve's sharp inhale felt like the loudest thing in the world right then. "You're not broken- you don't need to be fixed, Hermione. There is nothing wrong with you."

The tears were spilling down her cheeks and soaking into her clothes. "I hope that's not true, Steve, because if this is what being whole feels like then I-I don't want to be anymore. I don't want to feel like this. Steve, it hurts- it hurts."

"What do you need, Hermione?" he pleaded, distressed. "How can I help?"

"I just want to forget, Steve," Hermione admitted. "Please, Steve, I just want to forget."

She could feel herself growing more and more hysterical but could do nothing to stop it. Steve's voice was faint in her ear and, as if from a distant, Hermione could hear JARVIS speaking too.

He was asking- begging- her to calm down, to talk to him. But she couldn't do it.

The elevator doors dinged open and Pepper was kneeling in front of her and Tony was picking her up while Pepper slipped the phone out of her hand and then she was being set on her bed and Bruce was helping Tony pull off her shoes and jewelry while Pepper got her jacket off.

Bruce was asking her questions she didn't have the answers to and then he was holding a bottle up to her lips for her drink and she did so without question. Sleep immediately began to overtake her as her muscles went lax and hands were helping her lay back in bed.

She hated sleeping. She hated sleeping because, for one blessed second when she first woke up, there was absolute peace. For that one second, she could feel like nothing was wrong. But then, the truth would come rushing back and she had to relive it over and over again. The flash of a ship exploding played out behind her lids while the sound of Bucky's screams still echoed in her ears. And while afterwards those screams would be a comfort and at night she would worry about them disappearing while she was asleep, in the early morning those screams would feeling like they were ripping her apart.

The horror was her mind and there would never be an escape.

She was trapped. She was trapped in a nightmare and it was exactly what she deserved.


Clint was hiding something from her.

He was hiding something, and Natasha really didn't like it. Especially since it had something to with Mia Stark a.k.a. Hermione Granger.

She had tried to figure out what was going on, but Clint was doing his absolute best to make sure that there was nothing to find. If Natasha really wanted to, she could break through all the security he was using and find out what he was spending his time searching for. But, if she did that, then she would be breaking Clint's trust and disrespecting his boundaries.

That had been a big thing in the beginning. Clint had spent so much time teaching Natasha that just because she wanted information didn't mean that she was entitled to it. When it came to their personal lives, of course, not work. He explained what boundaries were and why they were so important and, once she'd figured out what hers were, had always respected them. She wouldn't do him the disrespect of ignoring his.

It was the fact that his project involved Stark that worried her the most. Natasha knew exactly what Mia thought of her and while she couldn't necessarily blame the other woman for her wariness, Natasha knew that Mia was far more dangerous than her.

Natasha was an expert at surviving. She was an expert at information gathering and at killing. Natasha had never met a challenge she couldn't handle. But Mia was able to be one thing that Natasha never could be: a born leader.

Mia had the ability to capture and inspire loyalty in even the most powerful of people. Rogers reaction to her wasn't all the surprising considering how similar the girl was to Peggy Carter. But Tony's response to her? Bruce's? Those were two of the most closed-off men she had ever seen but they had both fallen under Mia's thrall with little to no effort on the girl's part. Even Pepper Potts adored her, and that woman had a hardened attitude that even Natasha could appreciate. All of them would hop to action the moment Mia snapped her fingers. All that combined with who her family was- Loki, Carol, Thor- and Natasha knew she was right to be wary. Mia was the kind of person who would reshape the world however she saw fit and wouldn't let anyone stand in her way.

Mia Lokisdottir was a threat, and she was one that Natasha didn't think she'd be able to neutralize if the time came for it. A fact that was made even more obvious after the incident with the Kree.

Natasha wasn't a leader. She had no interest in being one either. Natasha was good at following orders and had placed what little trust she could find into S.H.I.E.L.D. in the hopes of wiping some of the blood off her ledger. But Mia Stark disliked S.H.I.E.L.D. She didn't trust in the organization and that distrust bloomed into all those around her.

Was that what was happening with Clint? Had he lost faith in the organization that had saved them from who they used to be? What could Mia have said to him to foster such distrust? And why wouldn't he come to her to talk about?

Natasha didn't know for sure what was causing Clint's distraction. She wasn't willing to break his trust though by spying on him. So, if she couldn't spy on Clint, then that just meant she was going to have to spy on Mia. It was sure to be an almost impossible feat- spying on the daughter of a trickster- but Natasha was more than ready for the challenge.


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