It wasn't anything new. People were aging up. People were turning into Legos. A few people, it seemed, had gone down in age. Aging up and Lego didn't seem to be a problem. Losing memories of Tumbleweed — that was a problem, especially for some of the histories that people had here.
She'd gone to stake out the funhouse, first on military orders. Then when she knocked off the clock, she waited still. She was a better spy than most, and she never waited directly near her target. Instead, she staked out a place across the way so she could see who came in and out. The damn thing was just there, and people were checking it out like they were going to be the one to break the Enchantress's curse on a damn rose.
One of the patrons went in as Laura Kinney and came out as — yeah, they'd discussed a while ago what they'd been as children. The things they'd done. When this was over, Natasha made a note to talk to Kinney more. It wasn't often that anyone had anything in common with her, and they could both likely use a friend.
Especially since they both had no issues making the hard calls.
She set her cup of tea down, slipping her phone in her pocket, and filed in line with the rest of the crowd. She didn't want to announce herself as someone who was following her. She made sure to window shop along the way, keeping an eye on the tiny assassin as she went.