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It wasn’t her problem. That’s what Natasha wanted to believe. There was so much going on and she couldn’t get involved with everything. This? This didn’t have to be her problem. And yet, somehow, it was. It had started with a rumor from Araña who couldn’t find her friend, Gwen. Natasha had promised she’d keep an ear to the street, and once she did she was shocked by how much she heard.
Missing. Vanished. Without a trace.
Everyone, it seemed, was missing. It started with villains and spread to heroes. Now, mutants had gotten pulled in as well. People were up and disappearing and had been for some time. Whoever was taking them was getting ballsier, and that’s why it was now Natasha’s problem.
The liberation of Daisy Johnson wasn’t in the original plan. Natasha hadn’t known she was missing at all, her S.H.I.E.L.D. status listed as medical leave. She had started with Clint to see if she could talk to Bobbi about her S.H.I.E.L.D. contacts after the agency’s name became a recurrent feature in the dossiers, but Bobbi was gone as well. Natasha had done some investigative work and hacking only to find that Agent Johnson wasn’t on leave at all, but was being interred within a S.H.I.E.L.D. base. Following up on that lead had led to a jailbreak, and the two women now sat in Natasha’s apartment in San Francisco. It seemed safer to go there than back to New York, where they’d first look for them once Daisy’s presence was missed.
“Tell me again what you saw.” The spy glanced up from the dossier she had been skimming. “It lines up with what I’ve read and heard. I need to know if Hill confirmed this all to you. It won’t make a difference if she did; you don’t get to be Director of S.H.I.E.D. without learning how to lie. I just need to know how close to the target we are here.”