She covers Nakia's hands with her own for a moment, grateful. "Thank you," she says, softly, then slings the backpack over her shoulder and follows Shuri, pocketing her phone as she goes.

"I put trackers into the clothes I took from the Task Force and gave to him," she admits, wholly unashamed, and slides an amused, self-satisfied glance Shuri's way. Her lips twitch like she's trying not to laugh. "And into his boots."

There was no way she was letting him disappear again.