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IT HAD BEEN HOURS WITH no sign of Steve, Sam and Bucky. Marta was secretly glad they had gotten away, but now she couldn't go after them at all. They were highly wanted criminals, and the Accords prevented her from engaging with them except to bring them in. She wouldn't do that. Secretary Ross had arrived. "I don't suppose you have any idea where they are?" he asked Marta, who rolled her eyes.

        As she opened her mouth to speak, Tony cut in. "We will. GSG-9's got the borders covered. Recon's flying 24/7. They'll get a hit. We'll handle it." Tony spoke, a line of blood on the side of his head, eye bruised.

        "You don't get it, Stark. It's not yours to handle. It's clear you can't be objective. I'm putting Special Ops on this. She shouldn't be anywhere near this." Ross said, pointing to Marta. She had already been interrogated twice, once with a lie detector test. She was clean.

         "What happens when the shooting starts?" Natasha asked, sitting at a conference table with Marta.

        "You're gonna kill Steve Rogers?" Marta questioned, fingers shaking beneath the table.

        Ross turned to look at the women. "If we're provoked. Barnes would've been eliminated in Romania if it wasn't for Rogers. There are dead people who would be alive now. Feel free to check my math." Ross now spoke at Tony, who sat down in a chair near Marta.

        "All due respect, you're not going to solve this with boys in bullets, Ross. You gotta let us bring them in. There's no one better to get Rogers and Barnes to stand down than their wife and sister." Tony said. That might have been true before the ice, but things were different now.

        "How would that end any differently from the last time?" Ross questioned skeptically.

        "Because this time, I won't be wearing loafers and a silk shirt. 72 hours, guaranteed." Tony promised.

        Ross had a counter-offer. "36 hours. Barnes. Rogers. Wilson." Ross said as he walked away, leaving the three Avengers alone.

        "Thank you, sir," Tony slumped into his chair with a sigh. "My left arm is numb, is that normal?"

        Natasha stood in front of him, Marta's chair facing the two. "You alright?" Natasha patted Tony's shoulder.

        Tony nodded. "Always. 36 hours, jeez." he muttered.

        Marta twiddled with her fingers. "We're seriously understaffed. Suggestions?" she questioned the two.

        "Oh, yeah. It'd be great if we had a Hulk right about now. Any shot?" Tony asked Natasha.

        Natasha shook her head. "No. You really think he'd be on our side?" Natasha questioned with a sad smile.

        "No." Tony said, and Marta could tell an idea was forming in her head.

        "I have an idea." Natasha spoke, looking at Marta and Tony.

        "Me too. Where's yours?" Tony wondered.

        "Downstairs. Where's yours?" Natasha returned, and Tony smiled lightly.

        Marta looked between the two of them. "Well, while you two do that, I'll be not here." Marta said, standing up.

        Natasha frowned. "Where are you going?" the redhead asked.

        "Getting a drink. Or twenty." Marta responded. While she was downing a bottle of vodka, she got an idea. It wasn't a good one, and she would probably get arrested for it, but she was too drunk to care. So she texted Steve on an old burner phone she had been given by Natasha, and finished her drink.