AU; Before The Devil Knows We’re Dead. [+merchantofdestruction]

merchantofdestruction:

inheritorofmemories:

As Natasha enters through the door of Stark Tower, she’s someone else. Talia Petrovsky, international arms broker and consultant to the Russian Defence program. At least that’s what the identity card she slides to the awestruck security guard states.

A quick, inviting smile, the clearance gained after a late night visit to the appropriate record rooms, and she’s through. She has an appointment to keep, and she’s intrigued to see if Anthony Stark can truly live up to his reputation.

The job she’s currently contracted to do requires a little consultation, and her sources indicate that he is the man for the job. It’s her task, for now, to assess him.

Anthony sat down in his workshop, working on some kind of weapon for a client in China. It was a laser gun which could cut through the thickest walls of steel. The billionaire yawned and took a sip from his coffee. “Sir, there is a visitor in the lobby.” Jarvis announced, Anthony frowned and stood up, “I hadn’t invited anyone, probably another customer,” He muttered to himself and stood up to make his way up. The engineer walked towards the lobby and saw a woman standing there. “Who might you be?”

Natasha offers her hand, her posture militaristic. “Talia Petrovsky, Министерство обороны Российской Федерации. I’m a consultant.” She knows that the name she’s given is on more than a few Stark Industries invoices, but she’s equally aware that the creator rarely bothers with the mundanities of paperwork. “We were referred to you on the basis of your past work. It is believed that you may be able to assist in our latest venture.” She smirks, slow burning in contrast to her demeanour. “For a price, of course.”