The Ultimate Fix-It Fic

7| Verdict

On Sunday, Natasha boarded the private plane Tony lent her for the trip. She had to make a stop in London before going to Vienna for the signing.

Nat would've much rathered taking the Quinjet, but it wasn't the best mode of transportation, given the situation.

She paid her respects to Director Carter before going to the U. N. conference.

Natasha touched down on the capital of Austria while on a call with Peter and Michelle. Those two were wondering about advanced quantum physics and were asking her if she could break Bruce out of prison for their summer break project.

"You know, that is considered illegal to break someone out of prison," Nat mused.

"But it's for science!" Peter protested.

"Peter, that's not an excuse the court I'm currently fighting would accept." Natasha ducked into a limousine, pretending not to be checking the car for bombs or bugs that didn't get caught in the initial sweep. "Besides, you two are smart enough to figure out advanced quantum physics on your own."

"But–"

"Resourceful, at least," Nat amended with a small smile. "Dial up Hank Pym if you have to. I think he lives in San Franciso at the moment, but I'll check again in a bit. Don't get up to any weird science stuff while I leave you two unsupervised in the lab, okay?"

"Yes, Miss Romanoff," they both replied, and hung up.

Michelle was a smart young girl, and she had figured out that Natasha was that Natasha by the second time she visited them working last month. She reminded Nat of herself, though that wasn't necessarily a good thing.

"Ms. Romanoff?" Nat looked up, and when the door opened for her, she stepped out onto a carpet.

She sighed mentally. More cameras. Wonderful.

Nevertheless, she did the minimum and got into the building without much fuss.

"Ms. Romanoff?"

This time, a tall man called her over, and Natasha gave him a small smile as she walked over. "Prince T'Challa. Always a pleasure. How is your sister?" she asked politely.

"Shuri is plotting out the end of the world and being annoying, as always," the prince chuckled.

"Excuse me, Miss Romanoff?" A U. N. staffer showed her a document. "These need your signature."

Nat signed them quickly.

"Thank you." The staff person left.

"Thanks," Natasha said quietly.

Prince T'Challa smiled. "I suppose neither of us is used to the spotlight," he said.

"Oh, well, it's not always so flattering," Nat smoothed down her front.

" You seem to be doing alright so far. Considering your last trip to Capitol Hill... I wouldn't think you would be particularly comfortable in this company."

Natasha laughed lightly. "Well, I'm not."

"That alone makes me glad you're here, Miss Romanoff," Prince T'Challa said, looking to his father, the king of Wakanda, who was talking with some of the people across the room.

"Why? You don't approve of all this?" Nat asked, bemused.

Prince T'Challa sighed. "The Accords, yes. The politics, not really. Two people in a room can get more done than a hundred."

"Unless you need to move a piano." King T'Chaka smiled as he walked towards them.

"Father," the prince said reverently.