Rumlow

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"Guys I hate to breakup couples therapy here. But I have this really ugly looking guy staring at me right now." Savannah nervously says.


"What's he look like?" Genevieve asks, still glaring at Clint.


"Black hair, brown eyes-"


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"Don't I know you from somewhere?" Savannah's ear piece picks up his voice.


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"Shit!" Genevieve's eyes widen.


"Don't!" Clint warns.


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"No I don't think we've met before." Savannah calmly responds.


"Really? You seem so familiar." The man says.


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Genevieve's blood starts to boil.


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"Genevieve I'm serious." Clint grabs her arm.


"Back off Barton, Savannah needs me." Genevieve pulls away.


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"What's your name?" The man asks.


"Annabeth." Savannah lies.


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"Barton Grean what are you doing?" Steve asks.


"I'm going Steve, don't get your tights in a bunch." Genevieve snaps, rushing to find Savannah.


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"So tell me, Annabeth. What do you do?" The man asks, studying Savannah.


"I work as a scientist, and a part-time engineer." Savannah lies.


"Really?" The man asks, not really buying it.


"Yes really." Savannah crosses her arms.


"Tell me something specific that you're working on." He shrugs.


"Your little brain couldn't comprehend it, Rumlow." Genevieve appears at Savannah's side.


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Rumlow clenches his jaw.


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"Lilly it's so good to see you." Savannah smiles.


"Lilly." Rumlow repeats the name. It sounds foreign to him.


"Yes that would be me." Genevieve nods.


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