The mission had been Hill's special project for the past week - once they had taken down the two figureheads, they'd managed to extract the location of the storage facility for the machinery. Watching Natasha interrogate someone was like watching a scene playing out; it was an art she was brilliant at, and it'd taken less than a half hour before the guys had tripped up over themselves.

So Hill was going in to the warehouse alone for some recon, a squad of junior agents positioned a few streets away in an abandoned warehouse for backup, and a bird up in the sky piloted by Barton, who she at least trusted with coming to save her in time. Besides, they believed that most of the people involved in the trade ring were at a wedding of some sort - and that was being monitored from HQ.

The entry point was going to be a side door that was guarded round the clock, on the clock. Which meant there was a window of time where she could slip in unnoticed (thanks to some sort of device that cloaked her from the camera - when Stark really started going off about something technological, she pretended to listen and then trusted it would work.

Three minutes to, she slipped into an alley over, ducking behind a dumpster and looking up at the roofs. Daredevil's advice had come in handy, and even though she didn't expect to see him, it wasn't like she had anything better to do for a few minutes. But there wasn't anyone in there and she turned her focus back to the clock, counting down the time.