I didn't think this plan through enough, that's pretty obvious. Though it wasn't quite as obvious to me until I crawled out of the train cart I had stowed away in, and the first person I saw was Clint Barton. Not only a SHIELD agent, but also a friend of my mother. If he caught me, this plan would be a no go. I had to find a way to get around him, I couldn't be stopped this early. Tilting my baseball cap down and pulling my hood up, I started walking with my head down. Nothing was getting in my way. Though I was growing increasingly worried, normally wherever Clint was-

"Erika?" -Natasha follows.

I kept walking, deciding not to engage in conversation, pretending not to hear her.

"If you're going to avoid us at least do it smartly. Head down and hood up leads to heavy suspicion with people. Head up with a swift walking pace tends to work better, also less suspicious if you have earbuds in, just looks like you're out for a jog."

I sighed and turned around to face her. "Hi Natasha."

She smiled. "Hi."

Clint came jogging up beside Natasha.

"Hey kid, running away?"

I flushed with humiliation, after all, it was only a few minuets into my master plan and I had already bean caught, or had I?

"N-No I'm not!"

He rose an eyebrow at me.

"Than what's with the creeping around?"

"I... Um..."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "You're lucky it's us and we wont tattle."

"Huh?"

"Just be safe and there's no harm and no foul."

Clint smiled at me. "Do you at least have everything you're going to need for a while? Extra clothes, money, food?"

"Yeah, I brought clothes and food." I said, averting eye contact.

"And money?"

"Well... no." I had to confess.

This caused both Clint and Nat to give me the disappointed parent look, causing my eye contact with them to waver. Clint dug through his pocket, pulling out his wallet. Though instead of digging through it, he just handed it to me.

"There you go, Kid. That should be enough."

I blinked at him. "Are you sure? Aren't you guys going to stop me?"

"Yes, he's sure," Natasha rolled her eyes at me. "And no, if we stopped you we know you'd just sneak off again. Just go get your dad and come back to us in one piece."

She grinned down at me, ruffling my long black hair.

"And if you need any help, call the number on the business card."

Before I could as more questions, they both started walking away. Deciding not to chase, I took a detore to the train stops restroom. Once safely inside the first available stall (and after locking the door of course), I opened the wallet. Looking inside, I found three hundred dollars in cash. This sight caused me to blink, Clint didn't seem like the type of guy to carry around that much money, but I shrugged that off. Also in the wallet, I found a McDonalds gift card for thirty dollars. Now that seemed a bit more like Clint. Tucked behind the card though was a plastic business card, that must've been what they were talking about. they must've been talking about. I carefully took it out, reading the front.

'The Black Hawk's Nest'

I just examined it for a few more minutes. No other context given, though I guess its better that way, security reasons I guess. Though, when I flipped the card over, the backside was blank. That's the part that surprised me, no number or anything. Guess that's a mystery I'll have to solve later. Though, something Natasha herself taught me, don't trust most things like this. I snapped the card in half, my suspicions only proved true when I saw an almost microscopic tracker.

'Not surprising.'

That was my only thought before taking out the tiny device and crushing it in my hand. I felt the card over for anymore, not finding any. So I put the now torn card back in the wallet. Though something else I was taught (though by Bucky and not Natasha), if someone really wants to track you, they'll place multiple for promotion. I scanned the walled and it's items over again. In my search, I found one sewed into the seaming of the wallet and another one in plain sight on one of the dollar bills.

After disposing of them, I let out a stressful sigh. My findings lead me to the conclusion that that wasn't Clint's wallet, rather one made to look like it. They were expecting to run into me, meaning it was no coincidence they were at the same train station, and k had a feelings they won't be the only ones waiting for me along the way.

From here out on in my journey, I made a mental note to be extra careful.