Drinking. Open RP.
Natasha has come to much the same conclusion. They are both wilful, stubborn beyond measure, and their skirmishes will come to nothing. One is as talented as the other, and only death will end such a battle.
“I’m certain that you think so,” she allows, taking the glass. Why not? SHIELD have decided she is surplus to requirements at the moment anyway. Why not give them real reason to shun her?
“And what do you think, darling cousin?” Harriet sits at the bar, looking over at her friend, her best friend despite the hatred that breeds between them.
“Don’t give me the fidelity bullshit - I’m not blind, or stupid.”
“You’re yet to prove the latter to me again,” Natasha points out, taking a sip from her drink. She’s never held back with Harriet, and she doesn’t intend to start now.
“I find him to be arrogant, self-destructive, and reckless. So yes, I suppose the two of you do make quite the match, cousin.”
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