Now Where’s Your Champion? [@athermajestysservice]

Natasha stands reluctantly, coming to lounge in the doorway of the room. After checking into the hotel without a second word to each other, she’d made her way to the bathroom to prepare while Bond lounged around in the room - or at least, she assumed that’s what he’d done. 

She was, however, ready for the mission, decked to the nines in a backless, floor length dress. “Ready to go?” she asks curtly, fixing one of her earrings in the mirror. That’s where her transmitter is, and with Bond by her side, she’d rather rely on technology.

There’s nothing in particular she has against 007 - but his reputation precedes him, and she has a mission to focus on. It’s simply far easier to treat him with her natural disdain and progress far more quickly with the mission.