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"what's with the face?" her hand gesturing to the expression in question.

tailing her was an easy mark, and perhaps natasha had gotten too comfortable, which resulted in getting too close. it was no secret that she could lie with the best of them and perhaps that was what she needed to do but it seemed easier to tell the truth. "following you? technically, i suppose you could call it that, but i could also promise you, i'm the least of your worries."

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———————— ❝ I'm sorry are you...are you following me?❞ becca turns to face the woman finally sick of sensing her on her tail. honestly, she was just trying to find a nice place for lunch but...she's got time. ❝ You should know, I don't take very kindly to people in my personal space.❞

she didn't count the minutes that had passed since she'd entered the office, instead taking the time to glance around the room where she sat waiting, eyes searching for something that would let her know she was making the right choice. eyes were drawn from furniture and then the walls, not seeing anything but a layer of dust that came from living in new york. there was no magic writing on the wall to tell her that she was in the right place. and to be fair, considering most of her life had been one impulsive decision to another, she didn't understand why she expected this to be any different. the pretty blonde behind the desk was good for small talk, but unfortunately, that wasn't something that natasha excelled in at all.

at the arrival of who she'd been waiting for, there wasn't a moment missed as she stood from her seat following him as she was directed to. "i appreciate you seeing me on such short notice."

it takes natasha time to sit into the seat across from him at the desk, eyes studying him as she considers her options before electing to open her mouth. "i'm looking to hire you to assist in reobtaining a property in new york that i lost when SHIELD fell. it had been listed in the files as a safe house, and while it may have been used as that, it was originally my home and i'd like it back."

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The morning had started out like any other; groaning at the sound of his talking alarm clock going off, smacking it off of the nightstand in his attempt to quiet it, only making him groan again in frustration he would have to put the thing back together for a second time that month. But there was a deep sense of worry with knowing who was waiting for him at the office; the Black Widow. He had encountered several times on patrol as Daredevil and when he found Natasha Romanoff's name on his schedule for the following day, he silently prayed it was just a coincidence.

“Matt!” Karen piped up from behind her desk the moment he stepped through the door, looking relieved. “I was just about to call you. You’re late again and we were getting worried. Miss Romanoff has been waiting for you."

“Ah, I apologize. Rough morning.” Matthew waved an apology before slipping inside the office. Slipping his suit jacket off and hanging it on the coat rack, he picked up his briefcase and cane again before nodding towards the open door of his office. “Miss Romanoff, if you don’t mind me getting settled, come in and sit down. I don't think there was any notes about your case so you're going to have to bring me up to speed."

natasha nods, understanding the reaction, the uncertainty in her answer. for a moment, the redhead considers her options before electing to speak. "I'm sorry for not checking in on you sooner, but the last thing I wanted to do was overwhelm you." justification for ignoring a child? great job, romanoff.

Since Tony brought her on, Ana has felt like the redhead had been avoiding her. This wasn't new; people didn't tend to notice her, so it wasn't really done on purpose. However, Tony clarified to Natasha who Ana was and her importance to him. So it was shocking when the woman spoke to her in a pretty friendly manner. It honestly took her aback. The blonde probably looked like a fish gasping for air before collecting herself enough to respond. "I'm…good, I guess?"

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it doesn't take long for natasha to notice something is off, but it does take her a moment to decide how she wants to address it. "something must have really upset you, маленький один. want to tell me what's going on?"

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safety came in many forms when entering natasha's home, it began with the utter darkness that consumed each room other than the light from the moon that crept through the curtains. there was the knife kept by the bedside, and the pistol between the mattress and the box spring. people there was the occasional piece of furniture that jutted just enough into a walkway to trip someone who wasn't aware of the layout. and there was the creak of the door that she hadn't felt the need to fix.

she sat in silence, unmoving, sleep still in her voice as she spoke to the intruder. "you've got a lot of nerve coming this late without a head's up."

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she doesn't say anything for a moment, instead hues are studying him with furrowed brows and a frown. "it must be pretty bad if you've come looking for me." she wonders, for a moment, if he'd heard the rumors that she'd died.

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"you wanna tell me what you're thinking?"

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"how does it work? the whole—" a hand that waves around him as though the motion is supposed to tell him everything that her voice currently isn't. "—mind reading thing work? do you get to pick who you're reading or does it just happen?" natasha is generally curious partially because she couldn't imagine the chaos of not having a choice.

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there's the smallest smile that graces her lips as she spots him, but as quickly as it's appeared, it's gone. as if the whole look had been a figment of imagination — a trick of the light. "if you tell me what's going on, there's a better chance that i can help you."

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she knew what it was like... to be a child carrying so much resentment that it festered to the point of no return. for that reason, the moment she'd seen ana, natasha had been careful to not make too much eye contact. beyond the fact of not making her feel uncomfortable, she also wanted to ensure that she didn't draw more attention that she knew ana didn't want. a few minutes had passed before she nodded her head, "how's it going, kid?"

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"do you choose to linger in the dark shadows for dramatic effect because i've got to be honest with you, i've known you were following me for about three blocks now." natasha shrugs as the words leave her mouth, choosing now to turn and look at the other. "wouldn't it be easier to just tell me what you need instead of this whole lurking and brooding nonsense?"

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"actions have consequences, lang, and truth be told i don't know how you expected any of this—" her hands are in the air, gesturing to their surroundings with a look that screams annoyance. "—to turn out any differently." the scolding likely wasn't going to help either one of them, but it was enough to help her relieve some of the stress as she finally releases the tension as her shoulders slump. now taking the time to look around at their surroundings, already problem solving the best solution.

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"goodbye?" she let's out a twinkle of a laugh that matches some of the mischief in her eyes. "come on now, rogers, don't tell me that you're going all soft on me." a gentle elbow is given to his side as she says it, knowing that as much as she wished she could joke her way through this, it wasn't that easy. "i know it's not the perfect solution, but we both know it's safer and more effective if we split up."

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leaning against the counter in the kitchen like it's the only thing that's keeping her standing there's nothing between them but silence. it's a calm silence she lets embrace her like an old friend. there are several seconds that pass before a sigh escapes her lips as though the thought of speaking is literal torture. natasha's patient as she speaks, ensuring with each word that she's composed and put together, a stark contrast to the feelings that she has on the inside. "you've got to be fucking kidding me." alright, maybe she wasn't as composed as she wanted to appear.