FLOR SALVAJE || PETER PARKER || SERIES DISCONTINUED

T H R E E

The convention in Vienna was as expected, completely and utterly boring. Nat forced Mickey into wearing something moderately appropriate, or as the girl appropriately put it, anything that would stand out from her regular jewel heist norm. Her outfit was a mustard colored top, pearls decorating the neckline, a black pencil skirt, and black heels to finish it off. She didn't look much different then her usual attire when she was conning men out of money but it still made her appear to be appropriate.

Since revealing her utter hatred for General Ross and all around lack of interest in the convention Tony had not only put them on separate jets but now also asked Nat not to leave her side.

"You could smile," Nat muttered to the teenager as they walked into the room where the elite of the UN were all meeting.

Mickey eyed her for a moment, "Nat, when have I ever been known to smile?"

"One of us has too," Nat countered. "And I'm an ex Russian spy assassin, I don't think anyone is expecting me to be team pep."

"And I almost helped Loki take over the world," Mickey deadpanned, "I think I can win this one."

"Keep saying that and people will question why you're here."

"Don't they already?" This seemed to have finally mustered a mischievous smile onto the brunettes lips.

"Romanoff, I see Tony didn't listen and neither did you." General Ross introduced himself very loudly, forcing the two females to swivel on their heel and in his direction where everyone in the near vicinity was also looking. He had a group walking alongside, many secretaries while others were bodyguards, all looking directly at the tiny brunette beside the assassin.

Mickey snarled lowly, eyebrows narrowing as her fists tightened and her mood took an entire turn. Natasha instantly took a step closer, "don't."

"I won't if he won't." Mickey clarified, head held high as they stepped closer and she could feel Ross's beady eyes staring her down. If it was possible for a person to sense anyone's emotions she was certain Ross was filled with an endless pit of anger and distaste and for some foreign reason it sent a bit of pride in her, mainly because she knew her father would have been petty enough to smirk at them, and as they say, like father like daughter.

Mickey's wide set grin was met with a sign of defeat from Nat, "dear god, why did Tony leave me alone with you."

Ross arrived just in time to miss the little comment from Nat, his eyes very displeased as they took in the teenager. "I'm surprised they let you in here, thought they would have handcuffed you for what you did in New York."