𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐔𝐒 | Natasha Romanoff [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 2: Kind Regards

"How'd it go?" Clint asks as Natasha gets in the car. "You were in there for a while." Natasha sits down.
"We had a long talk... but the answer was 'get out'."
"That's not no." Clint smiles, he starts the car and starts driving.
"That's what I said." Natasha smiles. "I'll call her later and see what she says." Clint glances out the window, the area around your house is drab and dirty.
"I thought you said she was successful?" He asks, curiously.
"Yeah... she used to always say 'rich people invite curiosity from rich people, that's curiosity I don't need'."
"Used to always say?" He continues prying.
"We hung out for a few months before we were forced to stop talking." Natasha looks out the window. "Our jobs collided."
"Our job tends to collide with most." Clint says.

Meanwhile...

You watch as the car drives away through the blinds covering your window, you walk over and sit on the bed in your room, face in hands. You let out a deep sigh. Ring ring ring.
You grab the phone on your night stand and answer, you put it to your ear and instantly:
"Oriel Jensen, Female, 23, 20546 Orpha Trail. You have 3 hours. Kind Regards, Lincoln Cobbett."
He hangs up. You look at the phone, tempted to crush it in your hand there and then.
You stand up and walk over to your closet, you push the back of it in, a secret area reveals. You lean back and pull out your armour and cloak from the hidden compartment.
You pull the armour out, including a skull mask covering the upper part of your face and take a calling card from your bedside cabinet, on it: Kind Regards, Reaper.
It's time to work.

Avengers Tower...

The Avengers are seated around a table when Natasha and Clint enter.
"Your friend isn't here?" Bruce asks, looking up from whatever he may be reading.
"They wouldn't bite, yet." Natasha sits down.
"Yet?" Tony leans back on his chair.
"I'll convince her, just give me time." Natasha peers over at Bruce's book.
"What can she do for us, anyway?" Steve inquires, joining the conversation. Natasha looks at him, and then all around the table - they all await an answer.
"I don't know." Natasha sighs. Everyone's displeased.

"I shall inform the Asgardian Army of our troubles, they shall assist us." Thor says, standing up.
"You already tried that." Tony points out.
"Guys, I'll get her to join us." Natasha stops everyone, "Just give me some time, okay?" Clint pats Natasha on the back.
"We're not even sure if it's going to happen yet, it's all theory." Clint says reassuringly.
Tony stands up.
"When have they ever been wrong?"

Once again, meanwhile...

Your arms wrap around the neck of a woman as she resists with all her might, she pushes you away from her and your gun firmly presses against her temple.
"Wait wait!" She puts her hands up, "I'm not the target!"
You tilt your head.
"Then who would you be?" You utter.
"I hired the assassin. I came to check your work and I saw... whatever you'd call that."
You look to where she gestured, a bloody mess on the ground and a body sprawled across the floor.
"What the fuck?" You take your gun away from her head and walk over to the mess. "A botched job?"

The woman swings at you with a bat from behind, you turn around and grab the bat, you put the gun to her stomach.
"Well, that wasn't smart." You smile under your hood and shoot her in the stomach, she falls down, you point the gun at her. "I was going to be nice." You aim at her leg and shoot her, and then the other, followed by the shoulders and finally the head. You drop your calling card on her body.
Your phone rings, you answer.
"Mind cleaning up for me?" he asks,
"I'm not cleaning up your shitty assassin's work, Cobbett. You've still got an hour and a half left, come down here and clean it yourself." You respond.
"That's not very kind, you may be talented but you are also expendable."
You burst out laughing.
"No, I'm not. Kind Regards, Reaper." You hang up, put your phone away and walk out, leaving the bloody mess behind.

Your phone rings again, you sigh, though it's your personal phone. You reach into your armour and take it out from your pocket.
'Natasha Romanoff'. You're about to hang up on her but... it's Natasha so you can't help but pick up.
"I don't want to talk about this, Romanoff."
"Then we don't have too." She starts, "but did you have to kick me out? Things were just getting good"
"Your friend was waiting."
"Can I come back over later? Without my friend."
"I'm working right now." You respond as you walk out onto the balcony of the apartment, and directly onto the roof next to it.
"I said later." She says in that voice of hers.
"I'm always working." You walk to a fire escape and climb down, you hold the phone to your ear with your shoulder.
"You weren't earlier. If you don't want me over, just say." Natasha responds, you stop at the bottom of the fire escape and pull your hood down. You sigh, thinking about it.
"Tonight, make it after 11pm at least. I hate you."
"Hate you too. See you tonight, Y/N." Natasha says and hangs up, a very obvious smile on her face.

You walk into your house, it's 11:03PM. Natasha is waiting on your couch. She's wearing her classic leather jacket.
"Hey." She stands up. "About earlier-"
"Don't." You interrupt, "Can we just hang out again? It's been too long." You walk over to her, you sit down on the couch and she sits back down next to you.
"I've missed you, a lot."
"Not enough to call me once your 'free', clearly." You both look at each other.
"You didn't call me either." She bites back.
"I was joking, we were both pretty busy." You laugh, she pushes you playfully.
You both laugh it off, she leans on your shoulder and closes her eyes.
"Please think about it." She whispers, "Please." You look down, silent...

"I'll think about it, for you."