"So what makes you think you can recruit her?" Tony set his glass down on the conference room table with a resounding thud. "Something that not one, not two, but three other members of the team failed miserably at."
Kicking her feet up on the table, she shrugged. "Well, you know what they say, behind every group of failed men there's a woman patiently waiting for them to realize she was the one for the job all along."
"Hey, do you mind? We just got this repolished after the last Code Green." Tony gestured to her boots on the glossy wood surface.
"I'll take my feet down when you use a coaster."
"Okay guys, let's be serious." Steve interjected, leaning forward on his elbows. "We can't keep trying forever. She saw me coming from a mile away, Peter was a stuttering mess, and all Tony managed to do was pay her bar tab and get a fake phone number."
"Sounds like every other attempt to talk to a woman from you three." Natasha examined her nail beds, sounding nonchalant.
"Nat, please," Steve pleaded. "This isn't a joke."
She sat up suddenly, sliding her feet off the table. "No, it's not a joke, which is exactly why I brought her file to you exactly three months ago telling you we needed to talk to her. I know the situation because I'm the one who noticed it. I found her. I told you she needed help. All you told me was that you could handle it."
The room went quiet as her accusation hung in the air. Steve kept his eyes on her while Tony swished his drink around in the glass and Peter sunk even lower in his seat. Bruce paced nervously at the edge of the room, never one for mission strategy or conflict. He preferred to stick to his lab, but this particular situation would require his input eventually so they chose to keep him involved from the jump.
"You're right." Tony spoke first. "Okay? You're right. We should have sent you. How soon can you be ready to go?"
"I've been ready for three months." She stood to her feet. "Get the jet prepped. I'm leaving in an hour."