Natasha Romanoff: Feedback and Flattery

Kate hurried down the hallway, her heart still racing from the encounters with Clint and Vision. She rounded a corner and almost collided with Natasha Romanoff, who was heading in the opposite direction. Natasha's sharp eyes took in Kate's naked body in an instant, and a knowing smirk tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"Well, well, well," Natasha drawled, her tone dry and amused. "Birthday suit looks good on you, but maybe not around here."

Kate tightened her arm around her chest and crossed her legs, trying to cover herself as much as possible. "America's idea of a joke," she muttered, her face burning with embarrassment. "Don't ask."

Natasha glanced away briefly, respecting Kate's discomfort, but she couldn't resist a parting quip. "Happy Birthday, Bishop," she said casually as she continued down the hallway. "You wear it well." she said, sneaking a peek at Kate’s naked ass.

Kate let out a sigh of relief mixed with chagrin as Natasha disappeared from view. She felt a wave of gratitude that Natasha hadn't lingered or made a bigger deal out of the situation. Still flustered and feeling exposed, Kate hurried toward the safety of her quarters, hoping fervently that her birthday would soon be over, and with it, this humiliating ordeal.