Natasha was not the sort to react to inconveniences. She could and did get annoyed but at least then her employers, including Fury, were willing to listen to her suggestions. Maybe even inform her of problems beforehand so that she could make things less of a problem. Today, apparently, was not her day.

She had received a page sometime this morning with a rather cryptic message that included coming alone. No bringing her partner, but not romantic partner, along with her to the meeting place. So come alone she did wearing a blond wig, a dress suit and liberal amounts of make up. High heels clicked against marble floor as she moved past shield's secretaries with ease. Even if her disguise had not included a ID card that passed system tests she would be let through.

Those who had the skills to recognize who she was knew better then to really stop her in disguise. Those who didn't… Her disguise was registered as a high secretary that meant she worked mostly on the more classified levels and, in turn, would mean she was less likely to be seen around. However, she had strengthened this by coming in some days under this identity. It was a welcome break from the terror most had at Black Widow. It was a chance at a temporary peace in a differing identity.

Oh they were not supposed to discriminate against her… She had been working for a while for SHIELD. But it was hard for people to trust a person who kept up a shield as strong as the organization or with a ledger as dripping in the blood of not only enemies but allies. She paid no mind… They were in a different world from hers even as they worked in the same organization and she was used to this emptiness.

Why had she dressed up in disguise when she didn't care? There could be surveillance by enemy and no defence is completely perfect. As well… Just because she was more the type to be straightforward, she preferred the action part of being a spy to disguises, didn't mean she let her disguise skills become flat. An assassin who let her skills lose sharpness will end up dead.

Taking her disguise to work was really only a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme of Director Fury requests. She went to the bathroom and removed her disguise. As she did she let light thoughts, the closest thing she had to existential her mind allowed. trickle in What was the director calling her for?

Being called in this way meant an individual mission, most likely, from the Avengers. Occasionally she had separate briefing from but considering the long pause in time of them being called and the fact that Steve was the main leader of the group yet had not been called in… Indicated the mission was most likely individual.

Was it a spying mission? An assassination mission? An Escort mission? No… An assassination mission would have Clint called first in order to be reminded of the proper procedures if she acted up and he tended to be her back up regardless. An interrogation or assassination? Probably since those two were much shorter and it was easier for Fury to keep her on his leash. Most likely it would be an interrogation.

At least she would not be bored. Nat walked into the office and then suddenly decided boredom would be preferable. She blinked once and then twice, her clear blue eyes gazing at the Director himself instead of the familiar figure who should not be here. "What is he doing here?"