Natasha found herself sitting on a rooftop's edge, cigarette in hand. The loud noises of the city strangely comforted her, inducing a sense of relaxation.

The past weeks had drained her, missions stacking up until she could hardly think straight. Each one felt like it might be her last.

You were just as exhausted as she was, with dark circles under your eyes that dulled the beautiful color of your irises. You headed towards a building, making your way up to the rooftop to find a moment of peace, just for yourself.

As you got to the roof, you spotted a familiar redhead already there. You approached her, settling down beside her at the rooftop's edge. You gazed ahead at the city's bustling chaos, with people rushing to unknown destinations amidst never-ending traffic. Finding peace in observing this commotion rather than being there in the chaos, trying to fix it.

Natasha turned to glance at you, noticing the delicate features beneath the veil of exhaustion. "Cigarette?" she offered, extending hers toward you.