Drinking. Open RP.
Natasha strides out of the elevator, glancing around. Apparently in her current role as SHIELD’s messenger woman, she’s been chosen to deliver their summons to Stark. Delightful.
It isn’t until she catches sight of guilty green eyes and a familiar flash of red hair that her stomach drops. Harry.
“I thought you were away this week.”
Harriet freezes in the middle of pouring herself a Boston Sour. “I - Natasha?“ Her green eyes are wide and her mouth drops as the Russian agent walks in. “What the fuck are you doing here?"
Natasha forces her expression level, although it takes more effort than it usually would. "A pleasure to see you too,” she remarks dryly. “I was looking for Stark.”
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