AU; Before The Devil Knows We’re Dead. [+merchantofdestruction]
Natasha can feel Anthony’s eyes on her, although she never once raises her eyes to his. Not yet. This is a long game, and she’s an expert at it. “That can be arranged,“ she tells him, taking a delicate sip from her cup. “But first, let us enjoy our coffee. The finest blend in the city, or so I am told.”
She brushes her hair back from her face - longer than she’d like, far longer than she’s comfortable with - before reaching into her bag. She draws out a silver card holder, drawing one out and handing it to him. Her cover is never anything less than flawless.
“I am a consultant with the Ministry of Defence, in Russia,” she tells him with a faint smirk. “And outside of that, well…. I suppose you would call me a broker of sorts. I work independently, sourcing whatever my clients require.“
Anthony nodded, and grabbed his cup, it was plain black coffee. The coffee he liked most. Mm. Good guess? He took a sip from the steaming drink and placed it back on the table.
He watched how she brushed the red locks from her face, exposing a long, graceful neck and perfect jawline. She leaned down to grab something and he took the card when she handed it to him. “Thank you.” He looked at the card, reading what was written upon it.
“Mm, I see. Well, and are you here for your own work, or for the Ministery of Defense?” He took another sip from his drink and glanced at the woman.
Natasha looks back, reclining in her chair and letting her perfectly polished nails tap against the table. “What do you think, Mr Stark?” she asks, smirking slightly. “I have seen your speeches. You come across rather… patriotic. Would I ask you to sell out your country?”
She would, without hesitation, but the Ministry of Defence cover is simply to give her some professional credibility. If she was going to do that, however, it would be an entirely different type of mission. Men like Stark are so much easier to convert when they’re on their backs - but there is no need for that here. She’s certain that she can be intriguing enough to keep him amused.
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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...