After climbing off the sofa, Salomon picked up his phone and sent a text message.
Natasha Romanoff cautiously ducked into the corner of an alley, pressing her back against the ochre wall. She pulled out her phone from beneath the black robe covering her entire body, glanced at it, then clenched it tightly and muttered a curse. She knew Salomon could never stay idle, and she knew absolutely nothing about the Skrull settlement. The only reason he had told her was to have her gather intelligence within the Avengers about this attack and how the Avengers would respond.
Setting aside how shocking this explosive intelligence was, she already had very few opportunities to track the Winter Soldier between missions. She had no time at all to complete this task. First, she poked her head out of the shadows and confirmed that her target was still standing at the stall before lowering her head to reply. "Let Wanda do this job," she typed word by word. "She can handle it."
Salomon replied quickly. There were six texts in total, the words popping up one by one.
"Wanda has a job to do."
"Fuck you, Salomon!" Natasha cursed under her breath. Then three more words appeared on the screen.
"You are welcome."
She looked up and caught sight of the security camera mounted above the entrance of the building opposite her. Then she looked at the phone manufactured by the City of Immortals and sighed. Natasha Romanoff dialed his number. "Fuck you, Salomon! You're spying on me!"
"Since the Skrulls officially became a threat, this has been standard procedure."
"What is Wanda doing? I don't think you'd let her run around unsupervised. She's your apprentice."
She gestured for her informant to keep following.
She had spent a great deal of money to