WS AU - 8

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Fury was dead.

James still couldn't quite believe it as he watched the Black Widow say goodbye. He'd never seen Natasha like this. She'd been hit hard with this death in a way uncharacteristic of the assassin.
Maria Hill came forward and quietly choked back tears. She and Fury had been close and this was not easy.

"They need to take the body," Hill said softly, not wanting to disturb Natasha.

James nodded stepping forward, "Natasha."

She didn't respond; instead, she reached up and rested her hand on Fury's head before spinning on heel and strolling out her steel facade back up.

 "Natasha!" James stepped out after her.

"Why was Fury in your apartment?" Natasha snapped flipping around to face him.

James shrugged, "I don't know." The spy regarded him a moment.

 "Serg!" Rumlow called.

 James turned to the head of the STRIKE team.

"Headquarters wants us back ASAP." Rumlow jerked his head to indicate the doors.

"Okay." James nodded turning back to Natasha.

"That want us now," Rumlow said with an authoritative edge.

James turned back slowly. Don’t trust anyone. "Okay." He bit back tightly giving no room for argument. He finally faced Natasha again.

She shook her head, "You're a terrible liar."

James sighed as she too walked off leaving him alone in the busy hall. He put his hands in his hips and stretched his sore back. He wanted sleep but needed answers. The one-armed man had attempted to kill Fury twice he had now learned.

His hand brushed the flash drive still in his pocket. Don't trust anyone. He needed to get it off his person. If his guess was right this flash drive held the answers from not only the Lumarian Star but also the compromise of SHIELD. He couldn't have it on him but he needed to keep it and with no one to trust he was out of opinions. In the end, he stashed it in the vending machine with the bubblegum.

He also had to keep up his outer face that the world had come to expect. Straightening he took a moment to recall how his best friend had inspired so much respect, threw back his shoulders, and marched forward, "STRIKE, move out!"


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