So this is a bit weird, I'm not entirely sure what I just wrote but enjoy!
Welcome to the room of people,
Who have rooms of people that they loved one day,
docked away,
Natasha stood, back pressed against the worn wood of the door leading to her target.
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and allowed herself to think about the avengers - her family. Tony, Steve, Clint, Bruce, Thor.
She thought about the way Tony would buy everyone a gift after a particularly horrible mission.
The way Steve held every door open for everyone and was generally a mother hen.
The way Clint would pull petty pranks to lighten the mood when everyone was feeling down.
The way Bruce would check everyone for injuries after every mission, no matter how small.
The way Thor would pull doors off their hinges trying to open them.
And then she pushed them to the back of her mind, making her mission her focus. Nothing else mattered but her mission.
Natasha opened her eyes and entered the room.
Just because we check the guns at the door,
doesn't mean or brains will change from hand grenades,
"Weapons please." A young blonde girl smiled politely as Natasha gave up her wide array of weapons, finishing with her gun from its holster. Fury's still paranoid then, she thought inwardly rolling her eyes before entering the glass briefing room where Clint, Fury and Maria were waiting.
10 minuets into the briefing Natasha had gathered all the information she would need for the mission, so she let her mind wander.
BANG!
Natasha reacted on instinct reaching quickly for her gun, finding the holster empty she cursed before standing and turning facing the noise.
Two young brunette scientists, a girl and a boy were crouched over the spilt contents of a briefcase that now lay open to their right.
The two were bickering with each other in hushed tones for a second before the young girl turned and saw the four agents in the briefing room.
"Oh my goodness," Natasha noticed she had a British accent, "I'm so sorry." The poor thing was bright red now.
"It's fine." Clint smiled slightly at the pair before turning and giving Natasha a quisical look. She frowned for a second before realising she was still standing, blushing slightly Natasha sank back down into her leather chair.
You're lovin' on the psychopath sitting next to you,
you're lovin' on the murderer sitting next to you,
Natasha went and sat next to her mark at the bar. It was a normal mission: seduce, then lead to an ally for S.H.I.E.L.D to take care of.
Natasha raised her eyes to meet her mark's. He was good looking, in his mid forties. His short black hair looked shiny under the bright lights, he was clean shaven and wore a small smile but Natasha had to conceal a shiver as she looked in to his cold blue eyes.
"Hey." He said, his voice had a slight slur and his smile turned into a smirk at the sight of Natasha.
"Hey." Natasha replied with a smile plastered on her face and a forced giggle.
This should be easy, she thought.
Those 2 scientists were Fitzsimmons if anyone guessed. Thank for reading, leave a review if you liked it :-).