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“You're going to be trouble, aren't you?”
“Will that be a problem for you, ma'am?”
She looks up from the file on her desk toward her quiet companion and closes it as she stands up to move around to the front of it. She eyes the woman, noting the new scrapes that showed on visible areas of her skin.
The questions on her mind, especially at wondering how an enemy agent managed to get so close to her and how had her best men missed him being there? Whereas her quiet guardian had spotted him immediately.
She doesn't take long to think about the question or the answer to it. She thinks that she might have heard an undertone of amusement in the other woman's voice.
“Given that you just saved my life from a Hydra agent again. The answer would be no. We're used to your kind of trouble around here.”