AU; Before The Devil Knows We’re Dead. [+merchantofdestruction]
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.”
Anthony shook her hand as he looked at the beautiful red-haired woman. Where do they come from? Strong independent woman who work in the best facilities of the world. “Anthony Stark, pleasure to meet you.“ He said in his business voice. The engineer listened to her word, interesting a new client. “I see,” He nodded, “Let’s discuss this while having a coffee, shall we?“
"A pleasure indeed,” Natasha acknowledges, drawing her hand back slowly. She makes her way to the cafe - the smell of expensive, handmade coffee drawing her like a moth to a flame. It may be her cover, that Talia enjoys the finer things in life, but Natasha does just the same. She orderers not only her own drink, but Anthony’s too, before taking her seat gracefully in the cafe. “You have quite the reputation,” she remarks, glancing around the near deserted room. All the better for what they are about to do. “I had not thought it so easy to gain an audience.”
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Natasha looks back, reclining in her chair and letting her perfectly polished nails tap against the table. “What do you...
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Anthony nodded, and grabbed his cup, it was plain black coffee. The coffee he liked most. Mm. Good guess? He took a sip...