Super Secret Meeting Spot that's Definitely Not Starbucks [Somewhere on the Mainland, Saturday]

[heroic_jawline]

Steve had reached out to Natasha (through several layers of encryption and burner phones because Natasha, at least, understood how to lay low) and was now in his very best incognito outfit (beard, jeans, baseball cap, sunglasses) with Tony (in generally the same outfit), trying to appear casual as they walked around one of those giant outdoor outlet malls waiting for Natasha to make contact.

"She said she'd drop a pin with where she is in--" Steve glanced at his watch, "--eight and a half minutes. You've got the test with you?"

He'd asked that about four times already, but he was anxious.

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[imafuturist]

"I'm set," Tony promised, tapping the side of his super identity obscuring sunglasses. "We've got this."

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Steve nodded. "What happens if it goes off?" he murmured.

[imafuturist]

"I'll just alert me." Because public place and not wanting to let on that they knew in case Natasha, you know, was one.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve bit his lower lip. "Hopefully it doesn't catch a stranger, too."

[imafuturist]

"They usually picked people in positions that could be best used to, uh, conquer the planet."

So, congrats?

[heroic_jawline]

"So, not the kid at Skechers," Steve concluded.

[imafuturist]

"Not unless the kid from the Sketchers is actually a prince from one of your Lifetime movies," Tony replied.

[heroic_jawline]

"They're our Lifetime movies, thank you," Steve said, grinning.

[imafuturist]

"Oh, are they now?" Tony asked, trying to hide a grin behind his latte.

[heroic_jawline]

"Yes," Steve said with a grin. "You watch along too."

[imafuturist]

"I mean, I'm not actively ignoring them." He watched them too, yes.

[heroic_jawline]

"More than I can ask for, really," Steve teased. His eyes scanned the crowds passing around them. "She should make contact soon."

[imafuturist]

Tony pressed his foot against Steve's under the table. Because they were, once again, engaged in some spy bullshit here.

Which was honestly more of Steve's thing than his.

[heroic_jawline]

Steve was getting better at it, too, which was why he spotted Natasha out of the corner of his eye before she made it to them.

"Here we go," he murmured.

[imafuturist]

Tony followed his gaze and tapped his sunglasses again to get it focused on the target. You know. Their friend and occasional teammate.

Again, super normal stuff here.

"She's clear," he said with obvious relief.

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"Hello, boys," Natasha said. "You're getting better at this."

[heroic_jawline]

"Thank you," Steve said, meaning it for her and Tony.

[imafuturist]

"I'm just along for the ride," Tony assured her.

[hailhailgangsallhere]

Natasha neatly stole Steve's coffee and took a sip from it. "What do you need from me?"

[imafuturist]

Tony glanced over at Steve before responding to that. "We need to get in touch with Fury."

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Steve nodded. "It's urgent."

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"Your idea of urgent or Fury's idea of urgent?" Natasha asked.

[imafuturist]

"Fury's," Tony replied. "And mine."

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Steve nodded. "Tell us where we can find him and we can go to him."

[hailhailgangsallhere]

Natasha hummed around her next sip of Steve's coffee. "That's suitably vague."