"You're saying you want to take leave?" In Nick Fury's office, Nick reclined in his chair with his feet on the desk, looking at Natasha as he spoke.
"Yes. Sick leave!" Natasha said through gritted teeth.
"Sick leave? You're sick? Then you can go see our psychologist." Nick shook his head.
"I got sick because I saw the psychologist!" Natasha raised her voice. "This past week, I've seen a psychologist at least fifteen times a day! Even if you want to lower our insurance rates, you don't have to use such filthy tactics, do you?!"
"Can't be helped. That's the price of hiring multiple Schillers. Since he's a psychologist, what else could we expect?" Nick shrugged. "Whether it's the Schiller who can do the books, the Schiller who can lead Hydra, or the Schiller who can do a doctor's actual job, they're all psychologists. Without patients, they won't just sit here obediently."
"That still isn't a reason to use me as bait to hook three Schillers!" Natasha said angrily. "S.H.I.E.L.D. has so many agents. Why can't you spread the work around???"
"Come on, Natasha. How many agents in all of S.H.I.E.L.D. can actually stand up to scrutiny?"
Nick lowered his feet and pointed toward the next room. "There are nine agents in the office across the hall. Eight are Hydra, and one is from the CIA—who's probably a Hydra mole planted in the CIA."
"In that office over there, there are twelve agents and six clerical workers. Other than Agent Carter, they're all Hydra. Of the remaining six, three are KGB agents disguised as Hydra, and three are KGB agents disguised as CIA. You want them to see a psychologist?"
"I..." Natasha choked on her words. "But I'm from the former Soviet Union too. Not long ago, I was investigated