<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/THzWC.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Natasha Romanoff<br/><strong>Title:</strong>Black Widow<br/><strong>Locale:</strong>Stark Tower: Landing Pad<br/><strong>Time:</strong>7:27 pm, Eastern<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Clint<br/><hr/><br/>Natasha had half a mind to throw her fellow SHIELD agent off of the tower's roof when he threw her accusations and sarcasm right back into her face. The most infuriating part of it all was that the son of a bitch was right about her having fucked up just as badly as the rest of them, although she still firmly believed that it was their fault for essentially declawing her. That was precisely why she needed to distance herself from them before being completely lobotomized and permanently turned into some spineless thrall like Clint, living only to serve the morons at SHIELD and the even bigger morons who supervised the agency.<br/><br/>"Yeah, he called me just today and invited me over to his private villa in the Bahamas. Any other stupid questions that you'd like to waste my time with, Clint?" Natasha snapped back without so much as the faintest trace of hesitation or restraint, her nostrils flaring with anger visibly. She absolutely despised being helpless, and Clint had done a great job of reminding her that she was exactly that in regards to dealing with the psychotic demi-god who wanted her hide. He would have had to try very hard to find something to say that would have irritated her more than that.<br/><br/>She stormed past him, or rather<em>through</em>him, shoving his shoulder out of the way roughly with her own as if she were being driven forward by an implacable force. Moving to the nearby parapet wall that lined the edge of the rooftop, she leaned both of her elbows against it and bent over, peering over the edge silently for a few seconds before throwing another barb. "Good to see that you've finally started to grow a backbone, though, that was unexpected. Next thing you know you'll be telling me that you found your balls too."<br/><br/>Natasha herself wasn't sure what exactly she was trying to get at, other than perhaps seeing how far Clint could be pushed and how he'd react for her own personal amusement, but it felt delightfully liberating to finally speak without having to censor herself.