Fears of the Widow

A Party, a Criminal, and Two Assassins?

Natasha hadn't come from the bathroom yet and it had been thirty minutes now. Mariah wondered whether she should kick the door down and prepare either for her being dead or Natasha kicking her ass. Neither really prodded her to open the door.

Besides, the last person who tried to get Natasha out of somewhere ended up... Well... Mariah hadn't seen Chris Harmon in awhile.

Mariah recalled exactly how she ended up on duty to watch Natasha until she and Clint left. Fury knew Coulson was too soft to be up in Nat's face, Clint had to get ready, Tony and Bruce had to at least try to start a neurotoxin, and Natasha was completely pissed off with Steve because of... Well... She heard from Tony that he kissed her, but... Really? Kissing a killer assassin who used to be on the dark side was like poking a Black Mamba in the face with your own finger. What had the Captain been thinking?

Mariah and Coulson had been pulling at duck tape, and trying to get poor Steve loose for an hour. He was mute afterwards, completely shocked that some itty bitty girl like Natasha Romanoff could take down someone like him. It was actually rather funny, not that Mariah laughed. She never laughed. Neither did Natasha, but Natasha also flirted with guys as a hobby and then killed them for a payroll. If only.

"Hey, Romanoff, are you ready yet? It's been an hour? You and Clint have to be on the jet to Germany in an hour. How long does it take you to put a dress on?" Mariah groaned into the door. She was ready to take her chances with the Widow rather than stand here for an hour.

There was a loud groan from the opposite side of the door, and then Natasha emerged and looked... Stunning... For half a second Mariah was completely envious, her mouth open, until she realized how she must look and regained face.

"Do I look stupid?" Natasha groaned, "I bet I look stupid."

Mariah attempted at a small smile, "you look fine."

"Oh gosh, I do like an idiot!" She groaned again.

"No you don't. You look great, and since when did you care about what other people think?" Mariah examined the tight black dress that laced Natasha. It was a sleeveless piece, cut low on her showing off enough but not too much. The dress cut off just above her knees, and 4" black heels graced her small little feet. Her usually curly red her was straightened and pulled back into a twirling bun fitting her face, and she wore makeup. Not her usual dash of eyeliner. Full black eyeliner, light silvery shadow, and a perfectly fitting amount of blush and mascara. Literally dashing.

Natasha swayed to the side uncomfortably, "I've always cared, but you never show boys or anyone you don't know that you care. You're a girl, and I don't hate you so...."

"I feel honored," Mariah replied, dryly, "you look amazing, and I'm sure Zarcov will notice. He should be very interested in you just as long as you don't peel off that skin patch." Mariah eyed the fake patch of skin covering Natasha's cut. You really had to look to tell that the skin was just a large bandage, and hopefully, no one would look.

Natasha placed her hand on top of it uncomfortably, "I want my suit back..." She grumbled. The piece was a little looser than she was used to, sure.

"You have weapons on you though right?"

"Bra gun, thigh holster gun and knife, right heel toe has a blade, bracelet is a taser... Oh and my ring had a blade on the bottom if I twist the diamond in it," she flashed the diamond Jewelry that graced her, and then pulled her skirt up enough for Mariah to see the gun and knife... And spandex.

"You're wearing pants under there?"

"If I have to do anything other than look pretty and flirt with Zarcov I don't want to show the world my underwear."

"Fair enough."

Natasha flattened her skirt down although the whole dress stuck to her tiny figure perfectly without her fooling around. She slid a hand over her hair out of self consciousness and then grabbed something from the bathroom counter. Although she wore a luxurious diamond necklace, Nat clipped her arrow necklace under the flashy piece.

"Like that won't blow your cover," Mariah groaned. Was she that worried about not wearing a stupid arrows necklace?

Nat rolled her eyes, "it's not even noticeable."

"You noticed."

"Because I care."

"Fine. Blow your cover. Whatever."

"The people who attacked Zarcov's warehouse were American," Nat replied evenly then changed to her very authentic German accent, "but I'm not American, see."

"Hopefully the ginger status won't give you away," Clint appeared behind them wearing a tuxedo, blue tie, and sports jacket. His dark brown hair was slicked back except for the very front few bangs which were determined to spike straight up.

Nat's lips were pursed when she turned around and faced her partner, "hopefully you won't get us shot before I have the chance to get my cover blown."

Clint didn't hear her. At least it didn't seem like it... His eyes were absorbed by Agent Romanoff's under cover get up.

"Earth to Hawkeye!" Nat groaned.

Clint shook his head suddenly, "I... Sorry. You, you, I was..."

"You what? You were swooning?" Mariah suddenly butted in. Even she was surprised, and rather scared at that...

"Natasha, you look amazing!" Clint ignored Mariah's last comment though it brought red to his cheeks.

"Great, so one idiot bought it," Natasha turned to Mariah, "maybe the other one will too."

"Let's go you two," Tony rounded the corner of the hall carrying two case files, and the keys to one of the jets that Mariah was going to drive them in.

"Thank God," Natasha followed Stark towards the hanger with Mariah and Clint at her heels.

The jet they were taking was small enough to drop down on the outskirts of Munich without much trouble. From there, the two assassins would meet the rental limo up the street from where Mariah was to drop them and arrive at the Gutenberg in plenty of time for Natasha to lure Zarcov away from his security. From there Clint and Nat would have to make it up as they went to get the neurotoxin.

"Keep your ear pieces in at all times. Clint, we have fake glasses for you with a camera on the right lens streaming a live feed to us and an AFIS identifier in the left lens for you to identify targets and threats," Stark handed them both ear pieces, and the high tech glasses to Clint.

"So if I check out girls you guys see what I see?" Clint grimaced.

Stark grinned, "Bruce and I do. Check out all of the ladies that you want. We won't judge."

"I will," Mariah and Natasha snapped at the same time.

Stark raised his hands in surrender for backing out of the plane, "be careful, Nat."

Natasha let out a fake laugh, "No need to worry. If anyone gets hurt this time it will be Clint."

"Oh thanks..." Clint murmured, his words dripping in sarcasm and anguish.

"Mariah, don't kill them before they get there," Stark prodded, "you three have fun!"

Everyone glared at the iron man before the back of the jet sealed tight, locking Tony out. Thank goodness. Life was a freaking joke with him.