روايات وقصص ضمن What Was The Watch In Hawkeye

Halle tells our father. “She dropped her watch. But it means nothing if there is no scent.” I tell him. “Where’s the watch?” I pull it from my pocket and hand it over to him. “Does she ever take it off?” He studies it carefully, turning it back and forth between his hands “No, but what’s that….” He twists the dial and the top case comes off. “It’s a tracker.” “A tracker?” Halle asks, shocked. “I’m assuming the other end is an implant of some sort. Creedance wasn’t exactly a great father was he. He most likely put the implant in her.”

“I would not use a hood. I would not sit. I would not—” He stopped because the image was merciless, a figure with a hood and quick fingers. The camera’s angle was only partial; the face was in shadow, jawline thin. But there was a watch on the wrist — the same watch Damian had taken off at the vault earlier and set on the crate. Jackson flinched. “That’s the watch,” Jonah said, voice small and fierce. He leaned in, the way someone recognizes a family heirloom in a crowd. “That’s the watch you always wear, Mr. Kingstone. I remember it from the photos. It’s unique.”

Petrov and I remained in the back, the air between us heavy with tension. He pulled something from his pocket. A glint of silver caught my eye, a sleek, expensive-looking watch. “We haven’t decided what to do with you yet,” he said flatly, “but until then, wear this.” My brow creased. “What’s the purpose?” “To track you. At all times.” Of course. A surveillance device disguised as luxury. I slid it onto my wrist anyway. “I won’t run away.” “We’re not taking chances,” he replied coolly. “You’ll resume your work tomorrow, as usual.”

Be quiet and wait till I have my time. What Jared had not known was, that when I got my watch on that morning I had not only set time. It was a costly little device, tailor made, and a panic button was designed and placed under the crown. I had touched it once where I felt the cold of the blade. I did it so that he might have imagined that I was flattening my hair and I returned to staring at a box of apples.

“It’s time they knew the cost of silence.” And as Elias Hawke turned to leave, the camera caught one last thing: A tattoo on his wrist — a hawk in flight, split by a dagger.

“Miles, can you stop overreacting? Do you really think Ash would ever hurt me?” Wynnie’s impatient low growl pulled me back from the shock of my second life. The commotion caught the attention of the rest of our team. “Ms. Lynn, it looks like that electronic watch on your wrist didn’t get reported?” An observant teammate pointed out, noticing the brand-new watch on Wynnie’s wrist. Wynnie frowned and answered, “That’s a personal gift I received. There’s no need to report it.”

"It's a supermarket. People don't get assassinated over a carton of almond milk." "I'm coming with you, Elena," he'd replied, his tone entirely flat and non-negotiable as he slid his heavy silver watch onto his wrist. The gesture was practiced, automatic… a man preparing for battle, even in the mundane. I'd watched him perform this ritual countless times, the way his fingers moved with precision, fastening the clasp without even looking. That watch had belonged to his mother, I'd learned one night when sleep eluded us both and we'd talked until dawn. He never went anywhere without it. "End of discussion. Besides, you always pick the wrong brand of coffee."

But there was something else in the picture. Something metallic. A watch. His watch. The detective leaned in. "You recognize that, don’t you?" Astor said nothing. His pulse thundered in his ears. What more could he say?

Daniel’s phone vibrated. He answered quickly before looking toward Noah. “Our surveillance team recovered footage from last night.” “Anything useful?” “They found the courier.” Daniel turned the tablet around. A hooded figure appeared on the screen, placing the journal outside the estate gates before calmly walking away. His face remained hidden beneath a cap. But Noah noticed something else. The silver watch on the man’s wrist. Cracked glass. Worn leather strap. The same watch from the abandoned farmhouse. “Zoom in,” Noah said.

The store owner said, taking the Life Cell from Natasha and giving it a look, confirming it was nearly drained of power. "Can I also get help with this?" Natasha asked, showing the store owner her damaged alarm beeper. "Sure! We got a ton o' those right over there," the store owner pointed to one end, "lemme go get you a new one and maybe you can pick out another beeper for yourself!" "Okay, thanks," Natasha nodded and moved towards the section filled with alarm clocks, watches and beepers. She found the beeper she was looking for, next to a set of watches—hologram watches. Natasha recalled Carter had one of those back at the lab as she took out one. It resembled any other ordinary digital w