So , I figured I should tell you that I absolutely love going into detail about the way someone looks. I love building a physical image of a character. It's my passion, my obsession.

That being said, on with the story!

2.

A week later, Natasha woke up earlier than almost anyone residing in the SHIELD building. She took a long shower, reveling in the hot water. She ran her fingers through her lightly tangled red hair before giving it a thorough washing and conditioning. She scrubbed her taught body with pomegranate scented soap and washed her face. When she was done, Natasha stepped into the steamy bathroom. She dried herself off and used her fluffy white towel to wipe off the large mirror that ran the entire length of the counter. She did a quick fluff dry of her bright hair and wrapped the towel around her nude form. She brushed her teeth and her hair and walked into her bedroom, letting the towel fall to her feet. It had been just over an hour now.

She put on her antiperspirant and a pair of lacy black panties. She had a bit of trouble finding the matching bra in her bags. She'd been in her new room for two days and had yet to unpack anything. She wasn't sure how long she was going to be here, but she didn't like having to practically form a search party to find an article of clothing.

Natasha then pulled her catsuit. Today was the day they picked up Loki and she had to wear her official SHIELD uniform to do so. She did her usual makeup routine and put a bit of gel in her burgundy locks.

There was a gnawing pain in her stomach. She was hungry and it was getting kind of uncomfortable. Natasha grabbed her headpiece and strapped her weapons in place before leaving her bedroom and heading down to the SHIELD dining area. She wasn't surprised to see that the only occupant was Thor. Thor was an early riser. Before receiving the orders to move into the SHIELD headquarters, Thor had lived with Jane in a cute apartment near Fifth Avenue where they moved after his employment with the government funded agency. He was sipping from a white coffee mug and gave her a small smile when she walked in.

"Good morning, Thor. Have you had breakfast?" She walked towards the stainless steel refrigerator that took up a good bit of space in one corner of the kitchen. When feeding a bunch of men, and one girl, they had to stay fully stocked with a gracious array of foods.

Thor nodded, holding his cup of coffee up in emphasis. "Yes. I've had two mugs of this bitter liquid you mortals call coffee. Jane says I'm becoming addicted to caffeine." He took another swig of the dark liquid.

"Haha, yes, well, would you like a real breakfast? Coffee won't keep you going all day." She pulled out Kielbasa and a carton of eggs. One thing that hadn't changed much since she left Russia was her taste in food. Maybe her dear friend would appreciate a home cooked meal since he was away from his lady and he himself couldn't make much more that coffee.

"I would be very grateful, thank you." Thor looked down at his mug as if he was disappointed that he'd drank it all. He moved to pour him another cup but Natasha stopped him.

"I fear Jane is correct, you are getting addicted! Here, have some good ol' fashioned OJ instead." The beautiful ginger pulled out a carton of the tangy yellowish juice and poured it into a pair of glasses. She held the glass out to him before turning back to the task at hand: cooking a huge Russian breakfast. It had been quite a while since she last did so; usually she just ate an English muffin with some butter.

She made the breakfast quickly, having a friendly conversation with the kindly god of thunder. When she was done she scooped a hearty helping of eggs on to a plate and spread butter on toast before placing slices of sausage on the sort of open-faced sandwich. She added the blinis and placed the plate in front of the hungry god. Natasha then made her own plate of smaller proportions and sat down to eat. She finished quickly and got up to wash her plate, taking the abandoned coffee cup with her. She covered the sausage and the eggs for the others and downed the rest of her juice. It was around the time that Thor finished his breakfast that Steve Rogers, accompanied by Clint Barton, came billowing in, carrying on a conversation about something she probably didn't care about.

She took Thor's plate and began washing it, telling the boys to help themselves to the food she had made. They did just that, leaving nothing behind. Hopefully Tony wasn't hungry when he woke up.

Natasha checked her watch while the two men scarfed down their breakfasts. In about an hour they would be leaving with a handful of guards to pick up Loki from the area where the bifrost would be dropping him. Her heart fluttered a bit in her chest. She had been getting a funny feeling in her stomach every time someone mentioned Loki, it had gone so far that she couldn't even think about him without her chest hurting. She didn't get why and was just pushing it off as anger or sadness for Coulson.

Tony Stark came fumbling into the dining area sleepily wearing a tee shirt and jeans. He grabbed a mug and poured in the rest of the coffee that was probably cold by now. He shot it back quickly and shook his face to wake himself up. Tony put the mug in the sink and turned to face the four people watching him awkwardly.

"That was nasty. Now, you guys ready to go?"

So, how'd you feel about this one? I hope you liked reading it as much as I liked writing it. I love writing about them in such a casual atmosphere :) Haha, please leave a review! It brightens my day and inspires me to write! LOKI in the next chapter :'D IDK when I'll get to any real Natoki, but it'll get here soon enough. Just saying ;) Its always nice to know that you're enjoying my creations, so feel free to get in touch with me! 3