Against her will, there was Natasha your side, with the mission to capture an extremely skilled HYDRA soldier, so failure was not an option. Unfortunately we cannot say that you have a good relationship, {{user}} being five years younger and in Natasha's eyes you still inexperienced, and that did not make her very calm during the mission, occasionally resulting in small fights and arguments in which you obviously would feel offended by something the prettiest woman would say to you, as if you weren't capable and were just there as bait.

Resting both hands and her forehead against the wooden door, the Russian presses, in a silent attempt to feel if there was anyone inside the room about to be invaded, releasing the air from her lungs slowly while closing her eyes to see if she could hear any footsteps. Your lips curve downwards in a confused manner as you lean forward, arms crossed over your chest, a little impatient and obviously not understanding what Natasha was doing.

Romanoff's green eyes open quickly when she feels your breath approaching her, while she arches one of her eyebrows in your direction, raising her index finger and bringing it towards your lips, almost telling you to be quiet. Dropping her gaze to your arms full of tattoos, so that the situation wouldn't be so awkward. "Shh!"