Pamela watched Tim run off. Natasha, whom they had been waiting for so long, had not returned either. Pamela had no patience to deal with the agent here, so she ran off too.
Before leaving, she did not forget to stir up a potted plant riot at the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Every little flower, blade of grass, and leafy plant in the office jumped up and started beating people, keeping the Federal Bureau of Investigation busy for quite a while and leaving them no time to chase after them.
"Chaos, it's all chaos." Tim gulped down a mouthful of coffee and found a seat in a blind spot at the coffee shop. Pamela pulled up her hood and sat beside him. "What exactly happened?"
"I realized there might be a problem with my original assumptions." Tim was still reeling from the shock. "I thought it was a matter between S.H.I.E.L.D., the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and Hydra, with perhaps the Avengers thrown in at most. But now it seems much more complicated than that."
"Oh?" Pamela answered rather perfunctorily, so Tim had no choice but to ask first, "What's wrong with you?"
"Natasha invited me to dinner before, but I didn't seize the chance. Then this time, just when we were having a proper heart-to-heart, those agents ruined it. At this rate, by the time we leave, I won't even catch a glimpse of that gorgeous big sister..."
"Gorgeous big sister, my ass!" Tim gritted his teeth. "Do you know she's Soviet?!"
"So what if she's Soviet?" Pamela said indifferently. "It's not like I've never seen one... Wait, there's no Soviet Union in this universe, right? Sigh, that gorgeous big sister has nowhere to go."
"No Soviet Union?" Tim said sarcastically. "The Soviet Union is probably everywhere. And you