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Natasha Romanoff strolled down the busy high street towards her target, a small café. The black and gold sign swung gently in the slight breeze; Memento House. She pushed the door open, the bell tinkling, and stepped inside. The woman at the counter idly flicked through a magazine, her apple green hair pulled loosely into a ponytail. Natasha purposefully walked over to her but before she could say a single word, the woman held up a finger.

"My lunch break is in 30 minutes, we'll talk then."

Natasha stood there deadpan, and just as she was about to reply, the woman spoke again. "Order a drink and sit down." She glanced up from her magazine and gave a saccharine smile. "Well?"

Natasha nodded tersely and glanced up at the menu, she knew if she wanted to talk, she would have to wait. She quickly ordered and sat down at a corner table. Natasha took this opportunity to observe the strange woman; she had changed since Natasha had last seen her. They'd need to get a new identification picture; the woman was far too good at avoiding cameras. She had dyed her hair, but she still had an undercut and her eyes were still a mesmerizing black-rimmed green, Natasha briefly wondered if she wore contacts. She was wearing her barista half apron over black jeggings and a crimson off shoulder tee, where the edge of a large tattoo could be seen, as well as a pair of worn white and orange hi-top sneakers.

As promised, half an hour later, the woman came over to the table and took the seat opposite. "Natasha Romanoff. I've been wondering when he would send you." The woman stated.

"Varian Seneca." Replied Romanoff. "I'm here on behalf of SHIELD."

Varian rocked her chair backwards slightly and placed her feet on the table, disinterest clearly written on her face. "If Nicky wanted my help, he should have come here himself."

"Director Fury is busy." Natasha replied tersely. "We need you, Varian. Fury's assembling a team" she dropped a file on the table. "Its serious this time, you know he wouldn't ask if he didn't have any other choice. Your colleagues are all in that file, everything you need to know."

Varian studied her for a second before whipping her feet off the table and leaning forward. Romanoff jumped slightly at the sudden movement and her hand moved to her gun. Varian cocked her head slightly, never breaking eye contact, and narrowed her eyes "what's in it for me?" she growled, her voice rougher and slightly scratchier than before.

Natasha swallowed "We leave you in peace, you'll be in the wind."

Varian slowly raised an eyebrow "Anything else? Or just that and, let me guess, the world's never-ending gratitude?" she sighed dramatically and leaned back voice returning to its previous tone "I'm in, I've nothing else to do at any rate. When do we leave?"

Romanoff grinned slightly and stood up. "Right now. We have someone else we need you to pick up, you can read his files on the way there, and it might take a while."

Varian stood up "Give me ten" she replied before calling over to a slight, African-American man. "Hey Kato. I'm going, I might not be back for a while." He glanced over and nodded. "Take these," she said, reaching into her pockets and throwing him a bunch of keys; "You're in charge while I'm gone." He caught the keys deftly, and gave a small salute, before returning to his previous task.

She sauntered back over to a door behind the counter and disappeared for a moment. When she returned, she had ditched the apron and was wearing a black leather jacket with a shoulder bag and a metal baseball bat slung over her shoulder. Natasha raised an eyebrow skeptically.

"What?" Varian shrugged "It works!"

"If you say so."

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