#timesorcery

She’d been running some rather unproductive recon beforehand, and had just left her post    having rounded the corner and nearly walked into him. Her pace slowed, and she reached to move her sunglasses on top of her head. “I can’t go anywhere without running into one of you people,” Natasha remarks, eyeing him curiously and placing one hand on her hip. You people being her colleagues, really, but Natasha would be lying if she said she didn’t usually try to avoid most of them when it wasn’t necessary for her to see them. Most things were easier that way. “I didn’t realize you were in town.”