"You're an excellent spy, Agent Romanoff, whether you admit it or not." Maria Hill quietly breathed a sigh of relief, though not because she had obtained intelligence. Natasha Romanoff keenly caught the implication in her words. Faced with this remark, which she could not tell was praise or criticism, she expressionlessly yanked out her earpiece and tossed it into the firing range. The little device bounced several times across the alloy floor, like a stone skipping across water, traveling from one end to the other. Even though Natasha was somewhat dissatisfied with Agent Hill's attitude, she had to admire her methods.
An hour earlier, Stark and Captain Rogers had gotten into another argument, seemingly over mistakes Stark had made in his youth. Not selling weapons, but political and business mistakes. After Stark admitted certain things, Captain Rogers bluntly called him a coward. Anyone with eyes could see that the rift between them was wide enough to stuff a Hulk into. While they argued, Doctor Banner wisely hid in the laboratory at the other end of the base, with no intention of opening the door no matter who came knocking. Agent Hill had Falcon lock the room where they were arguing and physically destroy its electronic door lock.
That room had no restroom, but it had plenty of bottled water. When the argument had first begun to brew, she had deliberately guided them into that room, believing it was the quickest way to settle the dispute. And it had indeed worked—the agents at the base saw an Iron Man Armor smash through the bulletproof glass and crash inside, then Stark swiftly escaped in that armor while Captain Rogers clung to his leg. They shot away at incredible speed as though their asses were on fire. If not for the deafening crash