Drinking. Open RP.
“As of this morning, I’ve been relieved of Agent status for an indeterminate period,” Natasha tells Harriet, her glass near drained in the next sip in a bid to keep her composure.
“And yes. Don’t ask questions you know the answer too, Солнышко моё.”
“You - no,” Harry shakes her head. “You can’t have been. They - what?“ She swigs about half her cocktail, reaching for her cigarette holder. “You’re - oh, Голубка - they can’t…”
Natasha picks up the glass, moving around to pour herself another drink almost mechanically. She could be one of Stark’s machines like this, she thinks, the thought amusing somewhere in the recesses of her mind.
“I didn’t come here for your pity,” she tells Harriet, prickly to the last. “And I have not been your dove in a rather long time.” Despite that, the term is still comforting in a way she isn’t expecting.
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