A Spider's Web ll Natasha Romanoff

Too Late Now

It was early the next morning when I arrived back at the hotel room with breakfast for Natasha and I. Opening the door, I juggled the drinks and food bags I was carrying and walked inside. Natasha was sitting on the couch, looking over papers, but looked up when she heard me walk in.

"Where were you? You've been gone since last night." She asked, standing up.

"Well, I went out to have a good time, but then the best thing that could have happened actually happened and that's where I've been all night. Oh! And I got breakfast." I rushed out, placing the food and beverages on the table.

"Ew, I did not need to know what you do in your freetime." She said, making a disgusted face.

"What? No! Nothing like that. You're not gonna believe-"

"What were you doing out in the first place? We have a mob boss that we have to take down and you're running around like we're on vacation." She cut me off, getting angry with me.

"But Natasha, I found-"

"I don't want to hear your excuses! I've had to put in a lot of work that should have been for the both of us to research. How do you expect us to complete this mission successfully if you're just going to ignore directions?" She scolded.

"Natasha!" I yelled, trying to cut her off. "I found Angelo Russo. I went to a club last night and found him. Or more like, he found me. It seems like he's interested in me and I was with him last night. I was trying to get on his good side and use it to our advantage."

She didn't say anything, but her face made it clear that she didn't like my response. She stared at me for a few moments then she sighed and shook her head.

"I'm a seductress, Natasha. I can get close to him and report everything that he's planning. I know it is different from our original plan, but this is our chance to get close to him." I elaborated. I wanted her to see my point of view. To make her understand where I was going with this.

"I'll admit it's a good plan, but that doesn't mean I like it." She admitted.

"And you don't have to. I need you to just stand by and look at this from a distance. I'm supposed to meet up with him again tonight." I said.

"Do you know where? Or where his headquarters are?" She asked.

"No. Not yet at least. I didn't want to be suspicious, so I didn't ask." I said.

I walked around the table and sat on the couch next her and grabbed the coffee off the table. I looked over the papers she was looking at. There were surveillance pictures of Russo from security cameras and a map that tracked places where he was most seen at.

I pointed at the club I was at last night. "That's his favorite club. He goes there every other night. That's what he told me."

Natasha took a red sharpie and drew a red "X" over the club spot and put the sharpie back on the table once she was done.

"Are you gonna get any food?" I asked, gesturing to the bag.

"What did you get?" She asked, pulling one of the bags over to her.

"I asked some of the locals what the best food options were and these were some of the best recommendations. Don't ask me what exactly they are, cause I don't remember what I ordered." I said, grabbing some food and began eating it.

She also grabbed some food and a coffee and started eating. It was silent for the most part. Neither of us spoke to the other. Our conversation in the elevator yesterday crossed my mind and I took a second to remember what I wanted to say to the fiery redhead.