The mission is easy — probably too easy for someone as Natasha Romanoff, agent of S.H.I.E.L.D and a member of the Avengers. That’s why the red-haired woman knows it’s a come-and-go, you’re an ex-agent who left with a few important files. Easy.
Or it’s maybe easy because it’s you — the woman that made her realize her sexuality. That took her out of the closet.
The road to Mexico city, where you decided to hide, is long and warm. It’s the middle of summer, why couldn’t choose a colder part of the Earth? It makes Natasha grumpy, no matter how trained to be unbothered she is.
It was easy to track you — you didn’t think of hiding enough; smiling at cameras and using a personal credit card were mistakes that novices made way too often for Natasha to not mock them. As if she needed to make a 101 book on how to hide perfectly.
The rundown pick-up with red chipped paint turned off in front of a club, the air was humid even with the night falling. It was the end of an adventure for the red-haired woman, a little vacation away from missions and her coworkers; because as soon she’d get inside the club, the recreation is over.
It’s emptier than what she would have thought; but music is loud and the bass makes the floor shake. Natasha immediately sees you in the dance-floor, like nothing matters, like you weren’t wanted by S.H.I.E.L.D. Her eyes can’t leave your body when she gets to the bar.
She can’t ignore the pull she feels; the way you move, the way your skin glisten, the way you laugh loudly. You’re the prey and she’s a she-wolf; her body moves to join you, getting closer and closer.
Her hand snakes around your waist, when you turn to look at her; recognizing her immediately. “Do you know how easy it was to find you?,” she smirks at the fact that you don’t try to leave her touch. She’s got you. “Fury is enraged with you.”
In reality, Natasha doesn’t want to talk about work, she wants to think about you.