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" there's been a change of plans. " sharon scrubs her thumbs along her temples as she tries in vain to rub out a budding low-grade concussion. of course they know she's coming — because everything's gone wrong, because of course she's used up the last of her remaining contacts in the country to get herself a stolen quinjet, because of course there are cameras in shield hallways.

" i got made, " she says, pulling her legs up underneath her. she doesn't watch steve's face over the monitor. she doesn't really watch the autopilot settings either, just kind of stares blankly into the abyss of buttons and knobs and measurements, like she'd find the answer to her predicament in amongst the metal. " phil's in the process of burning me as we speak. " her left hand shifts, gets dragged down her face with a curse muttered as her nose smarts and her palm comes away sticky with dried blood. broken, probably. beautiful.

maria hill opens the tactical laptop as she moves to sit beside a still - injured fury.  “ without their targeting blades,  they’re flying blind,  but carter can only hold onto the data that romanova retrieved for so long before they do something more drastic with their suspicions. ”  maria pauses,  shifting around screen to present a map with four location pins gleam red.  “ they have bases scattered across the globe.  we currently only know of these,  located near pakistan,  oman,  madripoor,  and india.  there’s an oil rig about thirty miles off the coast of oman that’s housing one of the three back-up navigation blades for the insight helicarriers.  if we get our hands on it,  it’ll make finding the other bases and the other blades a hell of a lot easier. ”

“ we’ll need to split off, ”  natasha begins,  leaning forward to better study the map before shooting a glance to sharon and phil.  “ how much time do we have before they start exploring more options to get their tracking intel? ”

" is this your way of telling me that you just wanted me to brief you on the hearings ? " sharon purses her lips, angles a look down herself — it'd be a waste of a perfectly good natasha-approved sweater dress, a new thong, and the concealer she'd bought to cover the mostly-healed bruises across the bridge of her nose and cheekbone, but sure. she can keep the deal to an hour or less, with minimal flirting. " i can just go home and plug in my hitachi after we're done here, steve. i'll live, i promise you. "

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