"Hill, I didn't mean to. I need your help." Natasha Romanoff apologized first. If they had not feared that every electronic device was under close surveillance, feared that He-El would learn of their movements and preparations, they would not have wanted to abduct Hill like this.
There was no choice, because anything they said could be monitored.
Even handwritten notes could be reconstructed by Vivian from the sequence of pen strokes and the arcs they traced.
They could only use the most primitive method: completely stay away from electronic devices, knock Hill unconscious first, isolate every electronic device on her, and bring her to a storage room far from any electronics.
"Nick is dead." Natasha Romanoff spoke with a grave expression and a trace of sorrow.
Clint Barton and Steve Rogers beside her both looked despondent.
Hill, who had been figuring out how to escape, froze on the spot. Then disbelief trembled in her eyes as she drifted into a daze. Scenes of working with Nick Fury kept surfacing in her mind: receiving orders and carrying out missions under him; being subjected to Mind Control and destroying S.H.I.E.L.D.'s old Triskelion Building, causing the deaths of more than a thousand S.H.I.E.L.D. employees; collapsing to the floor in tears while Nick held her and told her it was not her fault.
One scene after another seemed to flash out from the depths of her mind like a revolving lantern.
"That's impossible. Though the Director really has not contacted me for quite a long time this time..." Hill's voice gradually grew quieter as she spoke.
She had found it strange during this time as well. Nick Fury had never gone so long without contacting her or making arrangements for S.H.I.E.L.D.
It had already exceeded the danger limit he had set for himself. But