[He appreciates her willingness to forgive him and accept some of the blame, even if she is just a hallucination caused by the programming. Though the question is perhaps the stupidest one he's ever heard.
How is he doing?
When they're all probably in the midst of being programmed, mind controlled, and altered. When Steve died such a short time ago right in front of his eyes. When he can't even most his left arm any longer and the pain from the skin sloughing off is constant. He actually snorts, pushed too far beyond fear for any genuine response, and replies in a dry tone.]
Never better, this place is like an endless vacation. You?
[Natasha lets out a little huff of a laugh. Information has always been her greatest weapon, considering she's not a crazy super soldier, a god, or a web-slinging nerd, and now she's utterly without it. It's funny in a terrible way.]
I don't know much about the Prophet. From what I've gathered, her name was Sam, and [More static. Great!] She must have seen something she wasn't supposed to.
[Strange. Admittedly, she doesn't know enough about how his programming works specifically, but she can't imagine it would be triggered by something so simple. It must have been something else, or something in conjunction with his conversation with the prophet.]
I don't know. [static] affect the nanomachines. We don't have enough information.
I'm not inclined to potentially put others in danger needlessly. Tony tried to jailbreak his tablet, and we were attacked by an anomaly right afterwards.
[And then Clint died. Oops.]
It could be a coincidence, or it could be retaliation.
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[She cuts out, and there's a pause this time, only a second or so. When the audio cuts back in, her voice is quieter, gentler.]
How are you doing?
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How is he doing?
When they're all probably in the midst of being programmed, mind controlled, and altered. When Steve died such a short time ago right in front of his eyes. When he can't even most his left arm any longer and the pain from the skin sloughing off is constant. He actually snorts, pushed too far beyond fear for any genuine response, and replies in a dry tone.]
Never better, this place is like an endless vacation. You?
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Perfect. Every day is a gift. I'm especially enjoying the complete lack of information I'm dealing with.
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[He hesitates on carrying this on, on prolonging a conversation with someone who might not even be real.]
Natas[static]rophet too?
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What? I only caught "prophet".
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Do you hear shadows telling you to kill the Prophet too?
[Tell him that he's not the only one.]
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[So it's not his programming, at least.]
I don't know much about the Prophet. From what I've gathered, her name was Sam, and [More static. Great!] She must have seen something she wasn't supposed to.
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[Or, at least, a weird thing calling itself the Prophet.]
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She said to find the centre of the spiral, nothing that[static]before.
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I don't know. [static] affect the nanomachines. We don't have enough information.
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We need to find their base of operations.
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[Perhaps blasting through from the tunnels that are already underground?]
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[He doesn't spell it out, because they're obviously being monitored, but Natasha is a spy. She should know bleach makes a good homemade bomb.]
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[Does that sound bitter? Totally.]
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[And then Clint died. Oops.]
It could be a coincidence, or it could be retaliation.
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We should[static.
...static.
........static.
And the tablet cuts out.]