Cat (Nat and Carol) MCU

Morning Time

I wake up, my head throbbing with the leftover drunkenness from last night. I groan, and suddenly realize the unframiluarness of my surroundings. The room was like mine, same white walls, crimson bed, grey dresser, but yet, posters of fighter pilots, metals, and a green army vest hanging on the wall. The room clearly is a room from the shield headquarters, but it's a mystery of who it belongs to. I thrust myself forward and look to my left once the realization sets in. No one is there. Bruce? I think, No, clearly that person knew what they were doing. Bruce doesn't know a outlet from a lemon. I hop out of the strange bed, throw on my clothing from last night, and open the door with my thumb print. The moment it opens, Fury is reviled from behind the door. SHIT. I think, FURY? No, no, this can't be fury's room. He has special level clearance, right?
"Ahem." Fury clears his throat, "Agent Natasha. What are you doing in Agent Carols sleeping quarters? You know we have a privacy policy, right?"
"Of course! Ha, I let her um, borrow some of my, uh, conditioner! Yeah! And she told me I could have it back."
"Sure." Says fury, as he walks away, clearly speculating on what had truly happened. Holy. Shit. Carol? No, I couldn't have slept with her. She's like, the most uptight person ever. I mean, flipping hot though! I scored! I walk over to my lounge in disbelief.