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Ace laid on a couch, Agent Romanoff, and Agent Barton were in the kitchen, "whispering." In reality, the two were talking rather loudly, and Ace heard every single word.
"She is a teen, Clint."
"I know Nat, but she doesn't speak! Look at her... she has gone through things..."
"Clint... I know... but look at her, look at the way she clutches that pillow. She acts like it's her lifeline... Fury would understand. We can't leave her here, and we can't just give her to the foster system."
Agent Clint Barton stood there and pushed his hair back with a hand, exhaling slowly. "Alright, I'll call Fury. Try and see if you can get her talking, okay? She looks at me almost as if she is terrified... she tracks my movements, Nat..." Clint said as he started to walk away. Agent Natasha Romanoff nodded and headed over to the scared and exhausted child.

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