Welcome to Being Natalie, a series of drabbles and short fiction about the time Black Widow posed as Natalie Rushman, personal assistant of Tony Stark. I consider those being companion fics to my two big stories – Liars And Killers and Couple Of Master Assassins, so there are a few nods to my own version of their history. I would be very happy for reviews and I recommend my other stories to all Clintasha shippers and lovers out there.
1. Work, work, work
„... and he asked me to move in with him, can you believe it?"
„That's great," Natasha faked her best friendly smile. She knew she had to keep a good relationship with her coworkers, but Daisy Moore could be really tiresome. They sat next to each other and Daisy was apparently physically unable to keep her mouth shut for more than ten minutes. Natasha wondered how they got anything done at all.
„Look at the time! Time to go home," Daisy exclaimed.
It took all Natasha's self-control not to sigh with relief. She gathered her things and got up. Unfortunately Daisy decided to walk with her all the way to the front door. When they exited the building, Natasha saw Clint waiting for her. Good, all I need to do is to get rid of Daisy before she sees him too.
„Is that your boyfriend?" asked Daisy, eyes wide with excitement.
Too late.
„No, that's my brother."
„Come on, Natalie, there is absolutely no family resemblance," Daisy winked at her.
„Really, ask our mother," Natasha assured her. „Hi, Lucas, this is my colleague, Daisy Moore. Daisy, meet my brother Lucas."
„Nice to meet you, Lucas," Daisy smiled. „Well, I have to go. Have fun, you two," she winked at Natasha once more before she went away.
„Who was that?" asked Clint as they got in his car.
„One of the worst terrors of the world – a gossipy woman," Natasha answered as she rested her head against the seat and closed her eyes. She didn't open them until it was time to get out. They walked to their flat. Natasha happily took off her high heels, while Clint stretched on the couch and grinned at her.
„Coffee?" he asked.
„How about you make it?" she asked. „I'm the one who's just got back from work here."
„But you're the one standing."
„I tell you what. You make the coffee and I'll ask Fury to assign you to the mission in Houston," she proposed.
„What mission?" He sat up and eyed her suspiciously. For the last couple of weeks he had been mostly hanging around and missing some action more and more every day.
„This mission," Natasha pulled out a flash disk. „An extremist circle in Houston. Obadiah Stane was negotiating with them. I guess Fury will order a raid. You said you were bored here, right? I could hint that you're the man for the job."
„Thanks, Nat," he smiled.
„Coffee first, then there will be something to thank me for."
Clint got up, gave her a resigned look and headed to the kitchen.