Just outside of Stark Industries the New York press presence was overwhelming. News vans and occasional flashes littered the side walks and street causing even more of a breaking issue with rage induced civilians being trapped in their cars. This wasn't sitting well with Maria Hill. Hearing roars and screams from the people stuck in traffic right outside her work made it nearly impossible to focus on any task she was stuck with. She briefly thought about asking Pepper why the room wasn't completely soundproof. Taking in a deep breath before pinching the bridge of her nose she shoots up from the office chair sending it flying back to the opposite wall. Stalking off from her office in search of the Black Widow knowing she had something to do with the sudden extra attention and it might also be that the Black Widow was currently all over the news.
Swiftly and precisely Maria storms through the hall ways scaring anyone away with a single glance. Noticing she was only running into Stark employees she rolls her eyes at the small group of Avengers childish behavior. Quickly deciding to not take the elevator Maria's war path takes to the stairs giving her some time to burn off the irritation.
Climbing up the last few steps Maria notices Barton hanging around the entrance way to the floor. His head snaps over his shoulder hearing her work shoes sharp smacks against the concrete steps and shouts "Run!" Before disappearing into the air vent right above him.
"The Avengers are all cowards!"
A faint mumble in protest comes from a vent over to where Barton had first escaped to.
Maria rolls her eyes again at the childish behavior before continuing her way to the Black Widows room. Making quick work she hits the rooms access panel once within a hands reach. Hearing a beep the door slides open and Maria enters into the room with an exhausted huff of air. Quickly scanning the room she barely catches a glimpse of red hair retreating behind a toppled over desk.
"Natasha."
"I don't want to deal with this!" The Black Widows voice sounds rough like she had been yelling most of the night and into the morning. No doubt that is probably what happened along with other shenanigans she and Barton get into. All the Avengers that currently lived within Stark Tower had gone partying the previous night due to it being Stark's genius plan for team bonding. Of course this genius plan was more of a horrible ill prepared toss up between a nosey drunken God and a highly intoxicated Iron Man. Both of those men had made the night more troublesome than need be so Maria had left the small group after downing 3 beers and a shot of vodka. She doesn't remember hearing anything at all once she entered Natasha's room and flopped over onto the bed trying to let the stress from work fade away. Sometime soon she should ask JARVIS about the surveillance footage and why everyone is seemingly not home at the moment.
"Too bad Agent Romanoff you have to." Maria lets out sarcastically before lazily pushing another button that closes the door behind her.
Natasha sprung up from behind the toppled desk frowning.
"отвали! I don't remember yesterday at all! If I-" Spitting out the Russian word she crosses her arms in irritation before continuing on.
"Natasha!-" Maria tries to interrupt.
"Maria! I'm not dealing with them!" Yelled Natasha as she steps over the desk and throws herself half heartedly onto the edge of her bed. Maria rolls her eyes yet again at the childlike behavior which seems to be a reoccurring theme today.
"Nat, you nearly cleared out a decent sized liquor store and was photographed sleeping face down in a residential neighborhood. You used freshly laid down grass sod as a blanket. You have to deal with them."
Natasha rolls onto her stomach and groans out in protest. Rolling over to her back after a minute has pasted she looks at Maria with an evil smirk and a wink.
"If I don't remember it then it didn't happen."
Maria stares at her in mild annoyance which quickly turns to anger as JARVIS' voice was heard warning everyone about the press now being inside the building. Having to act quickly she nearly punches the small button for the door to slide open again. Grinding her teeth and rubbing her temples she shouts in clear embodied rage. "You- Jesus fucking Christ-, Natasha stop drinking then!" Maria knows Natasha is following after her at a distance. She only hoped the "super-spy" was smart enough to make it up to her at a different time.