“Smooth, Romanoff.”
Maria Hill strode down the hallways fast, Natasha Romanoff in tow. the Deputy Director and the former Russian spy where discussing one of the most recent missions that had gone south, involving a few blown covers, one bottle of whiskey, or maybe more, and a very disappointed Director Fury. Maria could surely think of a million better things to do then being pissed at Romanoff, because accidents happen, but Fury had simply left her with the dirty work. damnit. it wasn’t that she didn’t like the redhead, no, quite the opposite. she might like her a little too much. Maria is still talking as the pass the labs, so focused on her own words that she didn’t notice the door flying open, neither the small robot, rolling right onto her path. Maria stumbles but Natasha manages to catch her and turns her around to plant a quick kiss on her lips. Maria gives in for a second before pulling away.
“smooth, Romanoff.”