The lights of the chandelier sparkled as Natasha studied them for the umpteenth time. It had already been a long night and she supposed that she should be looking at the crowd...but the entire affair bored her.
Women in cocktail dresses, men in suits...free alcohol...
It was a party. And, Natasha Romanoff assumed that it was as good as any party. But, it wasn't her kind of party.
No...her kind of parties usually involved more politicians...and usually a sniper rifle.
Nat sighed over her cocktail. Recon was boring. And, it was even more boring when she was on her own. It may be New York and it may be her city...but, she was all dressed up with no one talk to...
And Natasha Romanoff was not a wallflower.
Her eyes darted around the room, looking to see if there was anyone interesting. Listening to conversations was fun and all, but, she'd much rather be having the conversations rather than on the outside looking in.
The funny thing was...Natasha had everything she needed. She could just walk out of her with the intel, pass it on, and make the cash. But, something told her to stay. Call it boredom or jut idle fascination...but, Natasha wanted to be around the party for just a little longer...
If only to escape the boredom of her lonely apartment.
Suddenly, Nat caught a flash through the crowd. A familiar face. What were they doing here?
