While Han decks himself back out in his borrowed Hawkeye coat and gear (which is a very good idea if there's a possibility of being shot since it's reinforced) Natasha is strolling back into the hotel lobby like she owns the joint. Adopted a fine Italian accent that is as sharp as her suit while she moves over toward her mark.
A gentleman that looks more wall than man stops her and grunts 'standard procedure' to which she rolls her eyes and adjusts her suit jacket as though she's bored by the idea of being patted down. Even more impatient when the man tenses when he finds her gun.
"Take it, already." It was meant to be found. Meant to be lost. Give them a sense of security that she's who and what she's said to be. They won't find her knives. Not a one of them. Natasha waits until the Madam waves off her guard and gestures for her to take a seat across from her. She's so close. The spy's pulse thunders in her ears. Get the information and get out. Get the information kill her do it she deserves it take the shot take her out and get out. Take down the operation.
Her stomach twists painfully. Nerves. Unimportant. Focus on the job, Natasha. This is what you were made for.
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on 2017-12-20 01:24 am (UTC)A gentleman that looks more wall than man stops her and grunts 'standard procedure' to which she rolls her eyes and adjusts her suit jacket as though she's bored by the idea of being patted down. Even more impatient when the man tenses when he finds her gun.
"Take it, already." It was meant to be found. Meant to be lost. Give them a sense of security that she's who and what she's said to be. They won't find her knives. Not a one of them. Natasha waits until the Madam waves off her guard and gestures for her to take a seat across from her. She's so close. The spy's pulse thunders in her ears. Get the information and get out. Get the information
kill her do it she deserves it take the shot take her outand get out. Take down the operation.Her stomach twists painfully. Nerves. Unimportant. Focus on the job, Natasha. This is what you were made for.