Natasha sat in an office at the S.H.I.E.L.D. base scrolling through her phone. Coulson leaned against the wall outside the office, scrolling through his phone. Simmons walked past while scrolling through her phone. Nick turned the corner, stopped at the end of the corridor, and put his hands on his hips.
"I really don't understand what you people look at every day." Nick shook his head helplessly, glaring at everyone with his one remaining eye. "Please, look at me. I'm your superior. You're seriously slacking off right in front of your boss?!"
"Hey, Natasha, what are you looking at?!" Nick strode over to Coulson, who was closest to him, shot him a glare, then entered the office and rushed over to look at Natasha's phone.
With a swish, the page disappeared. Natasha looked at him innocently and said, "Nothing. Just scrolling through some short videos."
"What's so interesting about that noisy stuff?" Nick said. "I've never felt this old before. I'm actually starting to understand Captain America."
Natasha lightly raised a hand, circled around the desk with a graceful stride, sat down in her chair, and said, "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not the kind of person who watches videos during work hours."
"Were you attending an online classical music concert, then?" Nick scoffed.
"Obviously, I was completing the task you assigned me." Natasha propped an elbow on the armrest, tilted her head, and said, "Didn't you tell me to investigate Doctor's background?"
"And your method of investigation is watching short videos?"
"You'd be surprised." Natasha snapped her fingers and held up one finger. "Those people leaking information on the Web make it sound remarkably convincing. They know all sorts of details that even we can't uncover."
"You're planning to put those baseless rumors into the file as evidence?"