To Neptune And Back

Looking Good, Casanova (Chapter 17)

"Hands to yourself, Mrs. Longbottom!"

"Oh come on, baby, learn to share."

You swat Natasha's hand away from your plate for the third time this morning. She plops the  piece of fruit into her mouth that she successfully stole. Pointing your fork at her, you give her a warning glare that does not in the slightest amount deter her from continuing to steal food off of your plate.

"It's a buffet. You can get your own fruit, you don't need to steal mine. It's not my fault you decided to get that brown mush as your main course." Making an overly dramatic gagging gesture toward her food, you quickly try swatting at her hand again as she uses the opportunity to take yet another piece of fruit from you.

"It's oatmeal, y/n. Not some foreign alien mush. Besides, why would I need to go back and get more food when you got enough to feed a small army. It looks like you're a little kid that was given the green light to pick out their own breakfast for the first time."

Natasha gestures to the plethora of plates and bowls scattered around your table. Directly in front of you is a waffle piled high with strawberries and whipped cream. To your left is a small plate that has bacon and sausage. On your right is a bowl with various pieces of cut fruit, though there are far less pieces in it since Natasha has been freely enjoying your food. Finally you have another plate that holds scrambled eggs, some breakfast potatoes, and a blueberry muffin (for good measure).

"What? I'm hungry. I wasn't able to sleep super well on the couch–", pausing briefly, you give Natasha a dramatic glare for emphasis at the mention of the couch, "–so I ended up leaving and going to the gym to workout this morning." Cutting a piece of the waffle, you dip it in the syrup and slowly hold the fork up toward Natasha's face in what appears to be an attempt to feed her. She quirks her eyebrow at your gesture, but before she has the chance to make a move, you pull the fork back and eat the waffle yourself, giving her a smug smile as you chew.

"Instead of being a pain in my ass, maybe you can make yourself useful after breakfast and help me figure out some details on Osborn so we can actually fulfill the mission."

"I am more than one thing, Natasha. I can be both things simultaneously." Not following your weird riddle, Natasha just sits in silence with an unamused look on her face. "I can be a pain in your ass AND I can be useful. Last night when I was kicked out of the bedroom and laying on that terribly lumpy couch–"

"We get it, you hate the couch."

"–my brain was having a hard time shutting off, so I got on the computer. At the time, the trackers you planted on Osborn were both located in a bar somewhere on the grounds of this resort. I figured it might be useful to know where exactly they were staying so I accessed the resort's management system and found their room. It's a suite a few floors up from us, it's a corner room with a huge layout that includes a patio and hot tub. It even has two rooms with two beds. You should really look into upgrading us to a room like that next time."

Natasha opens her mouth to surely say something snarky, but you cut her off by continuing to relay the information you found. "In addition to finding out what room they are staying in, I found out that his lady friend is actually an intern at Oscorp. Pretty gross but there is more. This woman's father and brother are connected with the Tracksuit Mafia bros. My basic search didn't come up with many details on her or the family in general besides that. But I can look more into it if you think it's worth it... OH! And in the gym this morning she was there. I was leaving when she was coming in, but I overheard her on the phone say that 'the old man has a meeting away today'."

Finishing up your updates, you take another bite of your waffle and smile as you chew. Letting herself smile at your antics, Natasha moves her chair closer to you as a few more guests are seated around the two of you. Her hand slides onto your thigh, almost causing you to choke on your food.