Black Widow: Dark House

46: "Ain't My Fault"- Zara Larsson

Bold Italics- Russian

Italics- any language besides English

**- thoughts/ memories

Ana watched as Natasha's gropey stalker left that dance floor at her behest for a drink. Seeing an opportunity she seized it. She put down her tray on some random table as she walked smoothy through the sea of people, taking with her an air of authority. The man leaned against the bar, smug as he combed through his greasy hair with his fingers.

Ana tapped him on the shoulder, "Sir, I'm sorry to inform you but it seems that someone has broken into your car."

The man looked at her, wide-eyed, "what?"

"Yes sir, the security guard asked me to inform you and they request your presence in their office."

"My fucking GT? Damnit!" The man cursed, slapping the bar counter, "alright lead the way."

Ana and the man left the main plaza hall, as they did so Ana swiped a loan purse from a table, hoping there was makeup in it.  The man grumbling behind her the whole way mumbling about degenerates, calling his lawyer, and phoning the city police commissioner.

Ana opened a door, "Right this way sir" she said pleasantly.

The man, still upset and grumbling didn't even notice he was walking into a small supply closet, and not the security office.

"Hey! What the-"

"Shhhhh... just let it happen."

Natasha sat at a table with a senator, exchanging small conversation about vacation spots and beauty pageants. The man was an absolute baboon, she was sure he wasn't anyone to fret about, but Bruce wanted to be thorough.

"Guys, there are not just political figures here. We have the top circuit of oil tycoons and business men here. If Dreykov was planning to start a way by tanking the economy, this would be the perfect opportunity" Bruce said into the coms as he sat behind Tony's main computer scanning ever guest from back at base.

Natasha smiled, batted her eyes, leading the man on until she got what she wanted. Which wasn't hard. The poor sap was giving her everything about his recent intestines with Dubai and a double crossing deal he had maid with a processing company in China.

"Whatever it is, it'll be big. If someone took out this room, we're talking nuclear wars, world economy collapse" Bruce reiterated.

She was doing a sweep as she took a drink of her champagne when she almost choked.

Ana walked through the front door of the plaza. An entrance to be made if there ever was one.

She looked like a dark navy-blue wet dream in a tapered vest along with a stylish blue dress shirt that hugged every wonderful curve that Natasha has spent many hours running her tongue over. She wore black formal pants that made her ass look amazing. Natasha had to work hard not to focus her gaze there for too long.

Ana's hair was kept and combed, in large swoops that shadowed her dark predatory eyes. Natasha noticed she wore light make up, just enough to accent her features without changing her overall appearance. 

"Are you alright my dear?" The senator asked her, placing a chubby hand on her own.

Natasha put her champagne down and gave him a glittering smile, "I'm fantastic, will you excuse me for a moment? I'll be right back, I promise" she assured, placing a warm hand on his shoulder before sauntering away.

Ana had melted into the crowd, escaping Natasha's gaze for a few moments. When Natasha did find her, Ana was sitting at the bar smiling and engaging with a young-looking blonde-haired woman in a green skirt. Natasha hung back for a moment, taking in the situation.