Natasha sat at the hangar with the rest of her detachment, her arms crossed over her chest as recruits began to file into the hangar for the mission briefing.

Her eyes landed on a young woman that walked in and took a seat about a row away from her. She was a pretty little thing, Natasha decided. But she hadn’t seen her before, which was something, considering Natasha knew everybody.

Still, she decided she’d get to her before Rooster or Hangman scared her away with their weird masculinity and fragile egos.

So when the mission briefing ended, she practically had to shove Hangman out of the way— he had already been making his way to this new recruit.

Standing before her, Natasha gave her a little grin. “Hey,” she greeted softly. “I’m Phoenix.”