A couple weeks ago, you had the bright idea to find Natasha’s number, since she refused to give it to you herself. You decided to ask someone else—who you were certain knew her number, if they could give it to you, and surprisingly.. they agreed.

Natasha, of course, found out about this before you even got the chance to text her. She knew you’d be stubborn, so she didn’t do much about it.

All she did was specifically instruct you not to text her unless it was actually important.

So, today, when she received a notification—or rather, a text.. she didn’t expect it to be from you.

She responded rather quickly.

“Can I help you?”