Whenever Somebody Responds With “I Beg Your Pardon?” Assert Your Dominance By Announcing “Then

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for a moment it's as if she doesn't know that he's there, her body doesn't move, her lips don't open. but then there's a hum of acknowledgment before she tilts her head slightly to talk over her shoulder without really looking at him. of course, she'd known he was there, she'd known he wasn't a threat. "what brings you knocking on my door? i'm not much help these days. haven't you heard — i'm retired.

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"that's not fair."

it's difficult when one of you is hiding out from the world, unready to admit that they're out there, and the other is a well-known avenger. natasha had always been easy to pick out of a crowd with her stunning red hair, but recently, it had been even more of a tell since she'd help save the world the day the sky had fallen open in new york. she wanted to see jane, she wanted to respect the fact that the other wasn't ready to see steve and that she didn't trust what was left of SHIELD. not to mention it was tricky when HYDRA was still out there hunting for their most prized possession. but she'd never expected it to be this difficult.

natasha had been walking on egg shells, keeping her opinions to herself, unwilling to talk for more than a few sentences here or there. beyond that, everytime she showed up, jane had to be prepared to move because it was only a matter of time until the black widow drew media attention for visiting the town jane was so desperate to hide in. it was why natasha had suggested that she stop showing up for a bit... to give jane her best chance at figuring out herself and what she wanted without the theatrics that natasha brought.

"what do you want me to say? i've done the whole on-the-run nonsense you're trying right now; if i keep showing up, you're going to keep risking being exposed. my presence is more of a hindrance to you right now."

she didn't count the minutes that had passed since she'd entered the office, instead taking the time to glance around the room where she sat waiting, eyes searching for something that would let her know she was making the right choice. eyes were drawn from furniture and then the walls, not seeing anything but a layer of dust that came from living in new york. there was no magic writing on the wall to tell her that she was in the right place. and to be fair, considering most of her life had been one impulsive decision to another, she didn't understand why she expected this to be any different. the pretty blonde behind the desk was good for small talk, but unfortunately, that wasn't something that natasha excelled in at all.

at the arrival of who she'd been waiting for, there wasn't a moment missed as she stood from her seat following him as she was directed to. "i appreciate you seeing me on such short notice."

it takes natasha time to sit into the seat across from him at the desk, eyes studying him as she considers her options before electing to open her mouth. "i'm looking to hire you to assist in reobtaining a property in new york that i lost when SHIELD fell. it had been listed in the files as a safe house, and while it may have been used as that, it was originally my home and i'd like it back."

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The morning had started out like any other; groaning at the sound of his talking alarm clock going off, smacking it off of the nightstand in his attempt to quiet it, only making him groan again in frustration he would have to put the thing back together for a second time that month. But there was a deep sense of worry with knowing who was waiting for him at the office; the Black Widow. He had encountered several times on patrol as Daredevil and when he found Natasha Romanoff's name on his schedule for the following day, he silently prayed it was just a coincidence.

“Matt!” Karen piped up from behind her desk the moment he stepped through the door, looking relieved. “I was just about to call you. You’re late again and we were getting worried. Miss Romanoff has been waiting for you."

“Ah, I apologize. Rough morning.” Matthew waved an apology before slipping inside the office. Slipping his suit jacket off and hanging it on the coat rack, he picked up his briefcase and cane again before nodding towards the open door of his office. “Miss Romanoff, if you don’t mind me getting settled, come in and sit down. I don't think there was any notes about your case so you're going to have to bring me up to speed."

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open starter for mutuals!

"what's with the face?" her hand gesturing to the expression in question.

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“ur up early” bold of you to assume i’ve slept

i wouldn’t be me if i didn’t come back and say let’s do the darn thing. press the heart to talk shipping with nat, priority will be given to those willing to interact and develop both ic / ooc. pre-established or building relationships both welcome.

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