#widowcomplex

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"Natasha. It's been awhile."

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It started well past midnight, as most terrible ideas do. 

The three bottles of wine meant little between their constitutions but surely, it made good to have another culprit to blame so they left their glasses and debris in plain sight on the communal floor of the tower.  

Let no one say they didn’t know their tactics.

And really, if anyone is to blame it was not them. 

Fury maybe, Fury was always good to blame. Possibly Coulson. Whoever made the stupid decision to send everyone else on a mission and leave the two women with nothing better to do than a list of chores and errands.

(Natasha is on standard break after a rough solo mission to Belize. Sif is trusted about as far as SHIELD can throw her, which isn’t actually that far. So she rarely got tag along rights.)

So if wine and bonding had turned into plotting it was no surprise. There were only so many times you could go over the list of faults in their compatriots. 

And if the two women turn up at 4am at a club that Natasha’s been tipped dirty info on then well…

Maybe they shouldn’t have left the 'girls' at home. 

It’s tied up by 4:42, though there are nypd’s finest already on the scene when SHIELD arrives because a low level panicked. Not as clean as it could have been, but they have all of a couple bruises and alright, maybe Sif got grazed, but really it wasn't bad. 

They perch up on the roof in shadow and watch the cleanup. This isn't an Avengers mission, they don't need this press, but Natasha makes the appropriate calls to SHIELD to make sure the aftermath gets handled. 

Sif bandages her arm and they take turns throwing daggers at the locked door to below as they wait. 

They still won. Bad guys caught, minimal damage taken and at least one more person with a second chance from the gang’s hold. 

So if Sitwell has to order them down from the build’s roof after the authorities are clear, 5:58 am, well, it was SHIELD’s own fault.

Natasha and Sif exchange glances, smirks, and a nod before making their way down over firescapes and ledges. 

“You’re welcome,” is the first thing Natasha replies and to see Sitwell’s grimace just makes them both grin.

“Are you sure you do not want us to continue? I think we could clean up this city in a week,” Sif asks.

“Five days,” Natasha deadpans. 

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Darcy Lewis: I KNOW RIGHT! GOSH!

Natasha Romanoff: Good talk.

Darcy Lewis: Yup. Talk to you later?

Natasha Romanoff: Sure.

Blue: What song do you listen to when you're feeling down?

A Song About an Anglerfish by Hank Green

Injury: Have you ever walked into a glass door?

I haven't, no. I've always sort of noticed that they were there. I mean, the doorframe's usually a dead giveaway.

Game: What was the last board game you played?

Chess, against JARVIS. He's too good. I think he might have gotten some programming from that old chessbot that beat that grandmaster in the 90s.

Jump: Do five jumping jacks/star jump.

Trying to keep me fit, Natasha?