Natasha conducted the debriefing in her usual ‘to the point’ manner, her voice rarely wavering even as she continued to tend to her wound. She told Coulson how the original mission had gone pretty much to plan. The mark had taken the bait, she had gotten him somewhere secluded and administered the drug and he had sung like a bird. They hadn’t been able to make it out clean but Clint had photographed the faces of those that had attacked them, and Natasha gave Phil a full physical description of them, just to be thorough. By the time she had concluded she had pushed the medical kit to the side and cleaned the blood from her hands.

“The confession is on this,” she said, rolling up her pantleg and removing the small card she’d had strapped to her leg. It was the memory card from her recorder from the party. “Agent Barton has a secondary copy.” She handed the small chip through between the seats.