"My head still hurts. What kind of anesthetic did that Hydra bastard Zola inject me with? The kind they use on livestock?"
In the darkness, Natasha held the back of her head and complained bitterly to Steve beside her.
She had long known from her Principal which members of S.H.I.E.L.D. were Hydra, and she even knew that Zola had not died after crashing into the display screen all those years ago, but had instead become some sort of electronic life-form.
She just never imagined that the dwarf would be connected to the Skrulls, or that she herself would be captured this time.
Although the Principal had rescued her yet again, Black Widow felt humiliated and utterly embarrassed. The two of them were currently hiding in the Triskelion parking garage, and she gritted her teeth even as she spoke softly.
"I thought I was the only one with a headache. Hearing you say that makes me feel better."
Holding his shield against his chest, Steve peeked out from behind a car to observe the surroundings. He cracked a joke, then his expression turned serious.
"Tony told me that earlier today, one of the agents assigned to guard the parking garage died. Fury believes it was the Skrulls' work. He searched through S.H.I.E.L.D., but a few hours later, Fury himself disappeared. His LMDs started roaming around everywhere. What do you make of that?"
"Iron Man and Spider-Man only saw a fatal wound that looked like it had been cut by a shield, so they suspected a Skrull had impersonated you. But considering what Zola told you, this seems more like Hydra framing the Skrulls to deliberately divert everyone's attention."
As she spoke, the red-haired girl fiddled with the Widow's Sting on her wrist, quietly switching it to lethal mode. Their current plan