<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>7:25 pm, Eastern<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Clint<br/><hr/><br/>While she was changing into her uniform back in her room, Natasha reactivated her commlink which she'd turned off while running earlier (that was her alone time, and she hadn't wanted to be bothered). There was only a single message from Clint which had automatically been recorded, no more than a few minutes old. He was probably already on the roof of the tower by now, waiting for her. She briefly considered blowing him off, since it wasn't her problem that he'd been late a usual and missed the meeting, but finally decided to go simply because there wasn't really anything better to do at the time. Plus, confronting the person who'd dragged her into her current predicament mind end up being...therapeutic.<br/><br/>Not bothering to let him know that she was coming, Natasha showed up on the roof a couple of minutes later, walking outside to meet SHIELD's top marksman. It was cold and the strong winds blew her hair to the side and over her eyes, but that didn't seem to bother her since she made no attempt to brush it away. The sky above was already a dark violet going on black, but in the horizon the setting sun was still giving it an orange and yellow shine. She hadn't come for the sunset, however.<br/><br/>"You realize that I'm not your fucking handler, right?" It annoyed her that Hawkeye had asked her for a 'debrief', as if she was some sort of glorified secretary or something. That wasn't what she was cut out for, although it seemed like she'd been doing a lot of pointless tasks that were beneath her (such as babysitting Stark) and not much else ever since SHIELD took her in - as if she was some lost and confused soul that needed saving. They'd almost brainwashed her enough to actually make her believe that she needed to find redemption in order to be happy - almost, but Natasha was done with that nonsense now. It was her old life, her old skin that she needed to regain, nothing else.<br/><br/>And Clint...did he fancy himself as her savior behind that stoic veil of his? Something told her that he did, and that pissed her off the most by far.<em>You're not, you were just too weak to do your job.</em>The others were weak too, every single one of them, and somehow they'd managed to contaminate her too. It was perfectly clear and obvious now: they should have killed Loki when they had the chance instead of pussying out and giving him a chance to escape...and of course Thor and the other Asgardians had been incompetent enough to allow that to happen. Now she had an angry demigod out for revenge to contend with on top of all of her false friends.<br/><br/>"Don't worry, they have got basically jack shit other than some stupid pipe dream that Stark's wasting his time on." Clint might have noticed her use of 'they' rather than 'we'.  "Just waiting for Loki to rip the rug from under out feet like a bunch of idiots, nothing new. Good thing you put that arrow in his eye just like you said, right?"<br/><br/>