(𝟮.𝟭) 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 ➣ {𝕤•𝕨} ❘ [𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 - 𝖊𝖌 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗]

¹⁶ 𝙐𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚

Nat, Y/N, and Steve walked into the mall together with their hoods up. "First rule of going on the run is dont run, walk," said Nat as Y/N adjusted her glasses.

"If I run in these shoes they're gonna fall off," replied Steve.

The trio entered a showroom, making sure that none of their faces weren't captured by any of the security cameras.  "The drive has a Level Six homing program," said Y/N as they stood around a laptop. "So, as soon as we boot it up, S.H.I.E.L.D will know exactly where we are. We gotta be quick."

"How much time will we have?" asked Steve, looking around.

"About nine minutes from," Nat inserted the drive in the laptop, "Now." Y/N kept watch as Nat decrypted through the drive's code as she had. "Fury was right about that ship. Somebody's trying to hide something," she said making Y/N and Steve turn to her. "This drive is protected by some sort of AI. Y/N, your area of expertise." Nat moved back and Y/N took her place.

"Well, you're right," said Y/N as she typed a command, "It keeps rewriting itself to counter my commands."

"Can you override it?" Steve asked, appearing over her shoulder.

"The person who developed this is slightly smarter than me. Slightly," she added as she felt Nat smirk at her.

"Try running a tracer," suggested Nat.

"Uh-huh," Y/N acknowledged her and typed; a dialogue box appeared with a loading sign, "God, I miss my girl."

"You have a girlfriend?" Steve raised his eyebrows.

"I wish." 

"She's talking about her AI," Nat rolled her eyes, "She's very attached to it."

"I lost her to those bastards who tried to kill me. Haven't been able to connect to her again," Y/N sighed and continued to decrypt, "This is a program that S.H.I.E.L.D developed to track hostile malware, so,"

"If we can't read the file, we can find out where it came from," Nat completed.

"Exactly," Y/N nodded in appreciation and tapped the enter key. The three stared at the screen as it zoomed into the coast of America, processing to give the exact location.

"Can I help you guys with anything?" An employee with long hair and beard walked towards the trio.

"No, my best friend was helping me and my fiancé with some honeymoon destinations," Nat said faking a very convincing smile shaking Y/N's shoulder and holding Steve's hand. Y/N gave her a subtle roll of her eyes for making her the third wheel.

"Right," Steve played along, "We're getting married."

"Congratulations," said the employee as Steve and Nat shielded Y/N from his view, "Must be awful being the third wheel, huh?" the employee looked over at Y/N.

"Oh," Y/N waved a hand with a dazzling smile, "Tell me about it."

"So, where are you guys thinking about going?" he turned back to Nat and Steve and peeped into the laptop.

The monitor further zoomed and popped up a location name. "I was thinking maybe New Jersey," said Y/N in a meaningful tone as Nat looked over her shoulder.

"I have the exact same glasses," the employee told Steve.

"Wow, you guys are practically twins," stated Nat, "Maybe even Y/N could be your triplet," she added lowly.

"Yeah, I wish," the employee chuckled, "Specimen," he held his hand to get like a frame in front of Steve's body, "If you guys need anything," he held up his ID, "Aaron."

"Thank you," nodded Steve and he left.

 "You said nine minutes," he joined Y/N's other side and checked his watch, "Come on,"

"In.... a....minute...." said Y/N, "Got it." The monitor further zoomed and a pop-up dialogue box showed the location: WHEATON, NJ.

Steve leaned forward and frowned. "You know it?" asked Nat, noticing his expression.

"I used to," he replied, "Let's go." he grabbed the drive from the laptop and the three walked out of the showroom.

"Standard Tac Team," said Steve as Y/N pulled her hood up, "Two behind, to across and two coming straight at us. If they make us, I'll engage. You two hit the south escalator to the metro—"

"Shut up and put your arm around me," said Nat, "Laugh at something I said. You too, Y/N."

They did as she said right on time as two agents in full black walked past them, looking everywhere but at them. Y/N made sure to avoid all the security cameras on their way and guided the other two through the crowd.

When they finally stepped into the escalators, Nat turned to Steve, "Kiss me."

"What?" asked Y/N and Steve, the former looked down and saw Rumlow on the other escalator that was ascending parallel to theirs.

"Public display of affection makes people very uncomfortable," Nat elaborated.

"Yes, they do," said Steve. She quickly grabbed the side of his head and connected their lips. Y/N crouched and hid behind the couple. Rumlow didn't take a second glance after he saw the two kissing and looked straight ahead.

When Rumlow was finally out of sight, Nat pulled away and Y/N stood up. "You still uncomfortable?" she asked Steve and walked down the escalator with a smug expression.

"It's not exactly the word I would use," he replied and followed Y/N as she walked after Nat.

"Aroused?" Y/N spun on her heel to face him with a smirk, "Horny? Tight in the pants?"

Steve deadpanned at her and flicked her forehead.

"You guys have to stop doing that," Y/N scowled at him, rubbing her head.

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