BW:F Chapter 14

“You and I can blend a lot easier than Captain Hotness,” Nat says, flicking her gaze toward Steve. “No offense, Steve.”

“I trust your judgment, Agent Romanov.”

Nat smiles. She is so grateful for him. This is much easier with Tony in space.

“Wait. Wait, I have clients,” Jen says, raising a finger.

“It’s the weekend,” Fury replies, unbothered. “We’ll get you back in time for your docket. Isn’t that right, Agent Romanov?”

“Probably,” Nat says.

Jen smiles patiently. “Um, doing my job doesn’t mean just walking into court on Monday. I have a lot of preparation to do.”

“Do it on the jet. Or in the hotel room while you get your feet rubbed. We’re going to Madripoor and Tony’s buying,” Nat tells her. “We might be working in Lowtown but we’ll be staying in Hightown.”

Jen hesitates. Her eyes have become both thoughtful and hungry.

“So, we’re having a glamorous girls' trip that I don’t have to pay for and I might have to turn green and punch a Nazi,” Jen says slowly. “Do I have that right?”

“Sure,” Nat replies.

“And I’m back in time for court?”

“Oh, yeah. What could go wrong?” Clint asks, examining his fingernails.

“I can help,” Spider-Man says, raising his hand.

“No,” everyone says in unison. He is definitely too young for Madripoor.

Hurt, he lowers his hand.

“Objections?” Fury asks.

“I have faith in Natasha,” Steve says. Nat looks away, embarrassed.

“She was kicking that Hydra chick’s ass,” Happy agrees.

“Thanks, Happy.”

“Let’s just work on that punctuality. If you’d been on time, we’d still have three jets.”

Nat points her bracelet at him, and he shuts up.

“Then it’s settled,” Fury says firmly. “Agent Romanov, take Miss Walters to Madripoor as your backup. Find Blonsky and his soul mates by any means necessary. Once you have their location, Cap will organize a strike **** to get them out safely.”

The brief ends and Jen follows Nat out of the room, pulling her aside.

“What was that about?” she asks bluntly.

“What?”

“Nat, I used to be a prosecutor. Why don’t you want Captain America and his butt coming with us?”

“OK, can we have like attorney-client privilege on this conversation?”

“Um, no. But we can have friendly human decency privilege. What’s wrong?”

Nat moves in close and lowers her voice.

“Loki gave me a penis,” she says.

Jen takes that in, or at least tries. It’s not a sentence one is generally prepared to hear. She looks at Nat questioningly, as though asking if she is indeed supposed to take those words at face value. Nat nods.

“Asgardian magic,” she says.

“Asgardian magic,” Jen repeats with a troubled expression. Shaken, she clears her throat. Nat doesn’t have to explain to her why this must stay a secret. Nat can only imagine the fun that Tony and the others would have with this. Vision knows, but he won’t tell anyone. “OK. I have questions, but OK,” Jen says, bringing her fingers to her lips to mime a zipping motion.