It feels easier to refer to Steve's old house as Guardian HQ for the Nexus. It's not like any of them have been back much since Thanos. Might as well be theirs. When Natasha walks through the house it's still clear that this home once belonged to Steve Rogers. It's in the photos still lining the walls. The sketchbooks still littering the bookshelves full of eclectic mishmashed selections based on every suggestion that was ever given to his List. There's even hints of Natasha staying here, if one knows where to look. The other guardians have doubtless found her weapons cache by now hidden away behind a false panel but they've graciously not touched it.

It's second nature for the spy to load herself out with easily hidden weaponry when she arrives. The goal is a simple one today, even a meager one for a woman once so dedicated to watching over the Nexus. She's just here to get a few groceries. Or so she claimed, but this is a meeting Natasha has put off for long enough.

She sends Ghost a message as she's leaving the front door.

"Closest rendezvous point?"