Phil sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “He punched the Russian ambassador.”
Fury twists to look at Natasha who sits primly in Phil’s office chair. She doesn’t look up from where she shapes her nails with a black nail file.
“Don’t look at me, I didn’t ask him too.” Natasha says, innocently.
Fury places his hands on his hips and glares. “Dare I ask what he did to deserve that? I sent you two to warm relations, not set them back fifty years!”
Natasha merely raises an eyebrow before fanning out her fingers, inspecting the almond shape of her nails. Frustrated Fury turns his one eyed glare back onto Phil.
Phil rubs a hand over his mouth, a strange expression crossing over his features. “It seems the Russian Ambassador called Agent Romanoff a…”
“A prostitute.” Natasha cuts in dryly, still filling away at her nails. “To which I reminded him, quite nicely I might add that, that compensation for my services might be looked at favorably should my dear motherland feel so inclined to remedy the past. Mr. Volkov agreed.”
Fury shakes his head. “Agent Romanoff, while it’s an unfortunate turn of phrase you can’t—“
Finally she rises from her chair and crosses her arms. “I don’t have a problem with sex work, Director Fury.”
Natasha rolls her shoulders, nonchalantly. “Clint thought the suggested sum was low.”
“How much was it?” Fury asks.
Natasha gives him a feral grin. “1.2.”
Fury stares up at the ceiling, wondering not for the first time how the hell he had found himself with Strike Team Delta as Shields golden goose when they act like this. “I’ll go report to the council—“
“Oh, I wouldn’t do that just yet, Director.”
Natasha pats him on the shoulder before handing off her phone. There on the screen is a bank account with 2.5 million. Fury’s mouth drops open in surprise but before he can say anything a rapid succession of honks alert them. Fury and Phil both race to the window and peer out. There in SHIELD’s parking lot, haphazardly parked, was a purple and black 2014 Bugatti.
“Mr. Volkov also offered his car to compensate for the bruised state of Agent Barton’s left hand. In return he hopes for a lighter tarfiles and lifted sanctions. I told him we would discuss.” Natasha explains behind them, a touch of pride in her raspy voice. Then she claps her hands together, bringing both of their attention back to her. "Now, if that is all gentlemen I have plans for the rest of my evening!"
And with that Natasha Romanoff departs, grinning wildly. She goes so far as to wiggle her fingers at them through the window in a goodbye wave.
Director Fury can only watch in stunned silence until she skips out of sight. "Did...did Strike Team Delta just extort 2.5 million and Bugatti out of a foreign national, Phil?"
Phil blinks, shocked. "I-I think so!"
“What the hell am I supposed to tell The Council?"
“Oh, that is far above my pay grade sir, but I would suggest being proactive in giving them a promotion.” Phil comments.
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