Bar Scene
Charlie sat at the bar in Monaco, sipping her way through her second double of scotch when Natasha approached.
“There you are,” Natasha said as she slid onto the empty stool to Charlie’s right, “I was wondering where you wandered off too.”
“There is only so much ‘oh, Mr. Stark, please just jump into my pants’, a girl can take, you know?” Charlie said with a scoff. She downed the rest of her glass and waved the bartender over to pour her another.
Natasha laughed softly, “I’ll have one of whatever she’s having,” she told the bartender.
The bartender nodded silently as he pulled an empty glass from under the counter and placed it in front of Natasha.
Once the bartender was gone, Natasha quickly looked around before sliding Charlie a what seemed to be a business card. “Fury wants to meet,” she explained.
“Well, you can tell Fury to shove it up his ass,” Charlie replied as she slid the card back to Natasha.
Natasha slid the card back over to Charlie, this time with more force, “I don’t think it’s up for negotiation.”
Charlie’s lip curled in distaste, “fine,” she grumbled, “I’ll go.”
Natasha placed a hand on Charlie’s upper arm, “Good girl.”
Charlie downed her drink and waved the bartender over to pour her another.
The two women drank in comforting silence, both of them listening in on the conversations around them for a few minutes.
“So what was it like growing up with a man like Tony Stark?” Natasha asked as she finished her drink.
“I wouldn’t know,” Charlie said with a slight shrug.
Natasha furrowed her eyebrows, “What do you mean?”
“He was never around. I think I may have seen him once or twice a week if I was lucky enough to catch him on his way out the door, or his way to his office,” Charlie explained, “He essentially signed me up for whatever class I wanted to take so that the teachers and coaches would raise me rather than him. He never wanted anything to do with me. He didn’t ask for me.” She quickly downed a shot and waved the bartender over for another.
“That’s terrible,” Natasha spoke softly, “He’s an idiot.”
Charlie nodded slowly, “An idiot genius.”
“That doesn’t make it okay,” Natasha countered.
Charlie smirked, “I wouldn’t have been able to flip you if he didn’t insist I take lessons.”
Natasha rolled her eyes, “You cheated, I was distracted.”
Charlie finished her drink, stood up, and leaned in closer to Natasha, “Always keep your eyes on the target,” she whispered into the redhead’s ear. With that, she stalked off in search of Pepper.