Turn A Knife In Your Back Then Calling You Baby [@thegoldenironavenger]
Natasha sighs in relief, typing her code designation at the bottom of her report before sitting back in her chair. She’s earned a drink and a week off - instead she has neither. Coulson has left a file for her, along with… oh no. No way.
There’s a mug of coffee, prepared exactly how she likes it, and a bar of dark, bitter chocolate. Bribes, and she knows exactly what she’ll find when she opens the file.
Stark. They expect her to work with Stark.
Tony yawned and rolled onto his side grabbing the SHIELD file laid on his bed side table. He’d planned to read it last night but well, he had no excuse except he’d rather have slept.
He opened the folder in front of him and read the information, narrowing his eyes just slightly at Natasha’s name followed by a roll of them. “Seriously?” Tony sighed loudly and threw the file down onto the floor, turning over and shutting his eyes once more.
Natasha grabs her phone, pressing the numbers in with a little more venom than she necessarily needs to. Taking a sip from her mug as she listens to the phone ring out, she curses her misfortune in vicious Russian once again. Of all the S.H.I.E.L.D. affiliates, she has to work with him. Again.
As the phone goes to voicemail, she exhales loudly, irritated. The first half of her message is delivered in her first language, venomous and almost unintelligible, but she corrects herself when she realises. “Call me. Now. You might have time to indulge in whatever you wish, but I have a job to do. One which unfortunately involves pandering to you. I mean it, Stark. You call back, or I will find you."
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