A Top Agent’s Methods

Natasha drove an army-green SUV along the smooth roads toward Brooklyn Cruise Port. On the way, Steve Rogers looked up and saw a helicopter bearing the S.H.I.E.L.D. emblem flying away overhead. "Wasn't that helicopter here to pick us up?" Steve Rogers asked from the passenger seat, squinting against the sunlight streaming through the window. "Who else did you call in?" "No. I was on pretty good terms with BOSS, so I got a better ride from him." Natasha curled her lips.