32 minutes and 11 seconds before:
"Just don't forget the files this time, okay?"
She rolls her eyes at the person on the other end of the phone, balancing a six pack of beer on her knee as she attempts to get the key to turn in the old and rusty lock. "No, Cli- yes, we do have to do work. If those reports aren't done…you know how Coulson gets. He'll pass the Thailand opp on to…I know you really want that one. So don't forget the files."
The door opens with a jerk and she catches the six pack just before it hits the floor with an unprecedented level of grace, not even missing a step as she moves into the dark apartment.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say," she says, kicking the door shut behind her before slipping out of the six inch heels. "Alright- yeah, same as usual. Okay? See you soon."
A chill settles throughout the room as she sets the phone on the counter, sending a shiver down her spine.
Something's not right. Natasha counts to seven, listening carefully for the slightest sound.
The rustle of the curtains sets her off and she spins around, cocking her gun and aiming in the direction of the noise. She has barely a second to register the sinister look to the smile in the darkness before a dark shape steps sideways and dives out the window. Her arms fly over her face to block the shattering glass and she swears loudly because she knows the intruder is lost.
Natasha reaches behind her for her phone, pulling it from the counter as she scans the rest of the room and moves slowly towards the door.
She's dialing his number when the world erupts in blinding flames.