While Fury was driving around New York City with a duck, Su Ming was eating in the manager's office of a roadside fast-food restaurant.
Wilson's Chain Fast Food was not only a place to gather street intelligence, but also a safehouse and meeting point. Dining with him was Black Widow, dressed in a black jacket with the hood of a brown sweatshirt pulled over her head.
"Fury's been acting mysterious lately." Natasha licked her fingers. There was too much butter in the beef burger, and it had melted all over her hand. "He used to come and go without a trace, but lately he's taken it to another level. He only takes Hawkeye with him even when he goes out. Do you think he's started suspecting me?"
Su Ming pulled a tissue from the table and helped wipe the corner of her mouth, smiling. "No. It might be possible with the other girls, but he trusts you. Don't forget who your guarantor is."
"Nom! It's Steve." Black Widow took the chance to gently bite his finger, rubbing it lightly with her teeth like a kitten as she mumbled, "Come to think of it, Fury knows your real identity. Won't he tell the captain?"
"No, because Fury knows he can't prove it."
Su Ming had long grown used to the various ways these Red Room girls flirted with him. He knocked her on the head with the back of his hand, withdrew it, and continued eating his instant noodles.
It was not as if there were no way to prove it. Back when Deathstroke faked his death, DNA technology did not exist. A homeless man had been buried in the coffin, and Mr. Slade had never left behind any biological samples while he was "alive."
Even if Fury dug up Mr.