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"Wh..." - Agatha turned to look around at either side before turning back with a devious smirk, one hand lifted to touch her sternum delicately. - "Are you talking to me?"

Night missions sucked, Nat liked her sleep, but there was a job that needed doing. At least it was a full moon, so she could see somewhat.

Something moved in darkness, and Nat perked up, arrow at the ready.

For a moment Natasha couldn't tell what was coming into the clearing where she'd set up her perch. But then the moonlight hit the figure.

Was that a wolf of some kind? It looked like a wolf, but also not? Nat frowned.

She watched how it moved, not wolf-like at all. But then it started to change.

 Since he’d brought her in they’d never really been apart, at least not for extended periods of time and well now, with her gone, Clint had taken to working alone, no one else deserved that Strike Team Delta title, it wasn’t there’s to hold. But ever now and then he needed more than just his bow, more than the commands over comms, more than the foot soldiers that he was protecting, no, sometimes he needed someone with the skillsets similar to Nat, he could get by but hacking a system? Not really his area. He picked up one of the cases that bore far too many arrows and carried it onto the quintet, “Good.” He paused, ‘Look I needed someone who can hack the system and load the drive while I shoot some sticks at the big baddies that run the whole thing. Helps you can bite their head off if they get in your way, You game?” 

Despite her confident and falsely relaxed posture, Scarlett was also a little shaken by the attack and flight that had just occurred. But for now, she was sure that they were fine.