The smile that creeps on to his face is absolutely full of mirth, and he turns to look at Natasha, thoroughly pleased to have gotten her attention so quickly.
"And who's to say that wasn't what I was doing? You're here, aren't you?" Maybe not exactly as intended, but already he's pulling out his wallet, intending to pay. "So, you got my message, I take it. You're welcome. It's useful, isn't it? Although, I'm a bit curious why nothing's been done. Is it possible that I, a lowly informant, stumbled on this information before the esteemed Avengers?"
If he's paying she's definitely getting a drink. He owes her for making her come down here.
She nods a thanks as she's handed ber coffee. "There are easier ways to ask me out than playing informant."
Shaking her head, leading him away from prying ears. He's cautious, but there are always people listening. "You do know there are other agencies that generally handle stuff like this. The Avengers aren't usually in the habit of looking into what CIA operatives are doing. I don't even think some of the Avengers even knows what the CIA is" She pauses, taking a sip of her coffee. Arching one eyebrow at him she continues," Why do you think this is something for us?"
Of course she'd done her own digging and was very well informed on the situation, but that didn't mean she wasn't curious about his thoughts and motives.
Neal shrugs, finding coffee for himself and taking a sip. "I thought my intel said enough, but if you're looking to spend time together, I'm not going to complain." Typical Neal, making it all about himself. Of course, it's all a ploy and when he finally settles to lean against a building, well away from foot traffic, he sobers up just a bit. "I know the FBI doesn't play well with the CIA, so I couldn't take it to my people, and the inclusion of the kids—" Neal pinches his lips briefly. "I don't know, it's a gut feeling thing. I just needed someone else to tell me if I was crazy or not."
He tries to slough off the sinking feeling, but he's almost certain he's right. Still, he glances at her, hopeful for once that he'll be shot down. "What do you think?"
She watches his face as she listens. For all his bravado she knows Neal cares about people. Well, certain people. It was nice to see this side of him for once.
Pursing her lips, she made a show of debating his words. She already knew all of that, but she wanted to hear what he thought anyway. Seeing how important this was to him solidified that actions she'd already set into motion were right.
"Well I don't think I'm qualified to tell you whether or not you're crazy, but in this case your gut was right. The group your CIA operative is a part of was planning attacks in theme parks in a few major cities. The meeting you stumbled upon was just one of them. They were going to blame mutants for them to add fuel to the fire. Thankfully, this all qualifies as an act of terror and we have a friend in Homeland Security who was very happy about this tip."
She paused, taking a sip of her coffee to let all of that sink in.
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"And who's to say that wasn't what I was doing? You're here, aren't you?" Maybe not exactly as intended, but already he's pulling out his wallet, intending to pay. "So, you got my message, I take it. You're welcome. It's useful, isn't it? Although, I'm a bit curious why nothing's been done. Is it possible that I, a lowly informant, stumbled on this information before the esteemed Avengers?"
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She nods a thanks as she's handed ber coffee. "There are easier ways to ask me out than playing informant."
Shaking her head, leading him away from prying ears. He's cautious, but there are always people listening. "You do know there are other agencies that generally handle stuff like this. The Avengers aren't usually in the habit of looking into what CIA operatives are doing. I don't even think some of the Avengers even knows what the CIA is" She pauses, taking a sip of her coffee. Arching one eyebrow at him she continues," Why do you think this is something for us?"
Of course she'd done her own digging and was very well informed on the situation, but that didn't mean she wasn't curious about his thoughts and motives.
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He tries to slough off the sinking feeling, but he's almost certain he's right. Still, he glances at her, hopeful for once that he'll be shot down. "What do you think?"
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Pursing her lips, she made a show of debating his words. She already knew all of that, but she wanted to hear what he thought anyway. Seeing how important this was to him solidified that actions she'd already set into motion were right.
"Well I don't think I'm qualified to tell you whether or not you're crazy, but in this case your gut was right. The group your CIA operative is a part of was planning attacks in theme parks in a few major cities. The meeting you stumbled upon was just one of them. They were going to blame mutants for them to add fuel to the fire. Thankfully, this all qualifies as an act of terror and we have a friend in Homeland Security who was very happy about this tip."
She paused, taking a sip of her coffee to let all of that sink in.