"He's next to the orchestra, hitting up some pig-faced politician," a voice whispered at her through the earpiece. Natasha really didn't need her S.H.E.I.L.D. intelligence to tell her where her prey was. She'd already been watching him chat and schmooze his way through the gala, following discretely behind, whenever she got the chance.
She was just waiting for her moment to strike.
"While you're there, you mind getting me an autograph?" the voice chided, which made Natasha roll her eyes. She couldn't help but smile all the same.
The Avengers rarely did operations like this. But the hidden base needed an assassin's touch, and few knew the art of death as well as the mysterious Black Widow. She'd insisted on going in alone. After all, what was killing another war-mongering politician? She doubted any of the Avengers would support this course of action. Actually, Natasha was certain they didn't know anything about it. Which was why it was surprising when Clint confronted her.
He said she'd need another pair of eyes. She argued she killed before by herself just fine.
Ignoring his comment, Natasha sat the champagne glass on the table and started the steps to her own dance, moving towards her target. "I'm going in."
"Hey Nat," Clint's voice called through the earpiece.
She stopped for a moment, looking up to his perch. She couldn't see him, but Natasha knew he was there. "Yeah?"
"Be careful out there."
She didn't answer. Natasha moved forward, tapping the politician's shoulder; moving in for the bite.
Song(s): The Ball at Midnight (Kagamine Rin—Vocaloids)
A/N: It's not even really Natasha/Clint, although I know there is a deep connection there. I really didn't intend for it to be that way, but whatever. This song just makes me think that the singer's going to kill someone at this stupid ball. I don't know. Brain isn't here tonight. Only words.