It was a typical Tuesday afternoon, and you were sitting in a coffee shop sipping your chai tea and eating a cranberry muffin. This was one of your favorite hangouts, and you assumed you would not be interrupted. Just as you were about to open up your laptop and start working on a case file, the door to the shop opened and a familiar figure strolled in, Natasha Romanoff in all her glory. She sauntered across the coffee shop and pulled out the chair across from you, sitting down and raising an eyebrow.
"Hey..." You said, unsure of how to start this conversation. Natasha smiled. "Hi. I hope you don't mind the company. Stark and Barton were giving me a headache. They're arguing over what the group costume should be for the Stark Industry Halloween party." You giggled, and smiled at your teammate who was scowling at the memory. "Well, you're welcome to stay here with me. I wasn't expecting any company, but at least it's you and not Tony. Do you want any of this? I was really hungry when I ordered it, but now I don't seem to have an appetite," You motioned to the untouched cranberry muffin. Natasha stared at the muffin for a moment before nodding and sliding it over to herself.
The two of you sat in a pleasant silence for the next few minutes, Natasha eating a muffin and you drinking your tea. In the few months you had been working with SHIELD, you had hardly spoken with Natasha, and you had no idea what to say to her. You heard countless rumors that involved her, and every single one sounded crazier than the last. One thing you did know was that the Black Widow liked her privacy, and she hardly associated with other agents besides Steve and Clint.
Natasha was the first to speak up, "So what brings you here, _?" You looked up at her and smiled, "This is my favorite coffee shop in the whole city. My brother and I would swing by at least once a week to get tea and muffins." "You and your brother are close I'm assuming?" You nodded, "Yeah, we are. How about you? Have you ever been here before?" "Not exactly," The spy replied, giving you a sly smile. "Then why," you faltered, until it hit you, "Natasha, did you know I would be here?" Natasha raised an eyebrow, "Fury told me to keep an eye on you. He doesn't like new agents to get killed right away."
Her answer was weak, but you decided not to question it. You turned the conversation to television and movies. You learned that you and Natasha had a lot more in common than you originally thought. Under her cold exterior, she had a great sense of humor and was not afraid to crack a joke or two. Plus, she watched Downton Abbey which happened to be one of your favorite shows. Before you knew it, three hours had gone by and you never wanted this day to end. Seeing Natasha smile put butterflies in your stomach, and you weren't able to pinpoint why. Finally, you decided that maybe it was time to wrap things up for the day.
"Well, this has been added to one of my favorite times in this coffee shop," You said to Natasha, who smiled in reply. "I'm glad to hear it. Maybe we can do it again sometime." You stood up and offered her your hand, "Dinner on Friday?" Natasha took your hand and stood up, kissing your cheek lightly. "See you Friday." With that, the Black Widow sauntered away, and you wondered what you just got yourself into.