Marvel crosses Star Wars, and everyone attacks the galaxy

"So... I could be assassinated here, huh?" Padmé said flatly. "What a surprise."

"Given what we told you, you don't seem all that shocked." The Wasp said. "Is that the good thing about politicians or...?"

"All I can say is that this isn't the first time in the past ten years that someone has tried to get me out," Padmé said in a dry tone. "I've been targeted a lot in my life, and sadly, I've gotten used to it."

"To be honest, you have earned more respect from me." Black Widow said with a smile.

“I don’t know whether it’s good or bad to hear from you.

"Looks like we're going to have our hands full here," Black Widow pointed out.

"You mentioned the banking industry and the Separatists' plans to build a droid factory on Geonosis," Wasp said and Padmé nodded.

"It's hard to know the exact location unless they speak to Grand Duke Bogle in person. But we need to know the layout of the factory so the Republic can strike accurately.

"Can't we simply take whatever's off that holo-table in the library and get out of here?" the Wasp asked.

“I know them well enough that everything is password protected. Without it, accessing the data is not easy.

"It's never that simple, Hope."

"Yes."

"Then what should we do?"

Padmé frowned in thought, thinking about their current predicament.

"Hope, I suggest you have dinner with me tonight."

"Uh, Padmé, what if someone comes over? You're coming with Natasha, not with me, remember?

"That's what 3P0 is for," Padmé said, gesturing to the protocol droid that waved at the two Avengers.

"You stay close while I eat with the others so you can figure out what the code is. If you think you might have the right moment, you can head straight to the library and extract the data without anyone knowing until we leave this planet.

"Sounds like a feasible plan."

"While you two are doing that, I'll be keeping an eye on this new waiter."

"Are you sure, Natasha?" the Wasp asked with concern.

"I wouldn't be saying that if I wasn't prepared," Black Widow said, rolling up her sleeves to reveal the iconic widow's sting on her wrist.

"Okay, just be careful," said the Wasp.

"Now, we have a plan that needs to be put into action," Padmé said. "Let's get started."

In the evening, the dinner began.

Inside C-3P0, the Wasp was keeping a close eye on the conversation. Noticing anything from some of the more noteworthy people at the desk, namely Senators Clovis and Dodd.

Any one of them brought the plans to the holo-table in the library. Any one of them had the password necessary to access the required data.

At some point during the meal, when the Wasp decided to test her luck, she carefully left Padmé's protocol droid, flew out of the cafeteria, and headed towards the library as quickly as possible.

Once there, she returns to normal size and attempts to access the contents of the holotable.

“Password required.

"Of course." The Wasp muttered, assuming a thinking posture. "Why not try Clovis Scipio first.

“It was rejected.

"The Banking Clan."

“It was rejected.

"Lord Rush Clovis."

“It was rejected.

The Wasp racked her brain for other possible passwords. However, one seemed to give her pause. She rubbed her eyes and said the last possible password.

"Padmé."

"certainly.

"God, he's pretty affectionate," the Wasp muttered, looking at a holographic display of a large robot foundry that was already in production.

Before she began extracting the data, she heard some noise nearby and glanced back.

At the worst possible moment, Padmé and Clovis suddenly walk in, allowing Wasp to shrink and hide long enough for the two senators, preferably Separatist supporters, to leave.

"I'm waiting for my business to start." Clovis said as he escorted Padmé into the library. "I'm working on some private investments with guaranteed returns.

Padmé nodded, then groaned in pain, holding her head and saying with difficulty, "Can you give me something to drink? I'm suddenly thirsty and my head hurts.

Clovis walked up to her and said with concern, "Oh, this must be caused by climate change. I'm sure of it. I'll be right back.

Rush quickly rushed out of the room, leaving Padmé seemingly alone.

The Wasp grew back to her full size, shocking Padmé a bit, but she quickly calmed down.

"I have access to the droid factory data, Padmé," the Wasp said. "We need to download it."

"That's exactly what I'm here for," Padmé said, holding up a small data chip.

"I think you'll find the code quite endearing," said the Wasp, with a mysterious smile.

"password is?"

"Obviously that's your name, isn't it affectionate?"

"...Well....

"You're not flattered at all?"

"If it were me a few years ago, I probably would have."

"Oh," Wasp said with a grin as Padmé approached the holo-table and downloaded the plans and schematics of the droid factory.

Just then Clovis came back.

The Wasp shrank back, grabbing the data file from behind Padmé and sticking to the shadows to avoid detection.

"I will return to 3P0 and place the plans with him for safekeeping." The Wasp spoke into the Naboo Senator's earpiece. "Good luck, Padmé."