A knock was heard on the door, Harry got up and walked towards the door, he opened it to reveal Natasha standing outside his apartment with a pizza box in her hand. She was wearing blue shoes, blue jeans and a grey shirt under an open white jacket, Harry on the other hand looked very different as he was simply wearing blue tracksuit bottoms and a grey shirt.
"I brought Pizza." She grinned as she gestured to the box.
"Do I have to pay for it?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"No."
"Can I eat it?"
"Yes."
"Get the fuck in." Harry stepped to the side and gestured her to come in.
"Thanks," She said as she came in. "cheapskate." She said quietly under her breath.
"I heard that." Apparently not quietly enough.
"Hi Padfoot." Natasha smiled at Padfoot, who was sat on the floor by the sofa, Padfoot barked back in greeting.
"Some times I think he likes you more than me." Harry commented as he closed the door behind him. Natasha had made a habit to occasionally come after she or Harry competed missions, Harry was sure that part of it was information gathering or trying to analyze him or at least started that way. But somehow she had come enough times for it to become something he was no longer bothered about, Padfoot also seemed to enjoy her company and she was sometimes the longest conversation he would have in a month.
"Smart boy." Natasha smirked as she sat down while Harry went brought a pair of fizzy drink cans from his fridge, he sat down next to her and placed it down just as Natasha opened it up to reveal a mouth watering and delicious looking pizza. "I wouldn't mind a thank you." Natasha commented as she took a slice.
"You'll get your thank you when I get thanked for the curly fries that I brought you last time." Harry replied as he took his own slice.
"The pizza is your thank you." She replied after taking a bite.
"Well in that case it cancels out the need to thank you." Harry replied as he also began eating.
"Hmm," Natasha said as she swallowed her bite. "by the way have you reported to Fury about Stark?"
"I'm going to talk to him tomorrow." Harry answered. "I had found Stark in a dessert before I knocked him out."
"Why did you knock him out?" Natasha frowned.
"Because if I didn't then I would have to talk to him and I talk enough as it is." Harry replied.
"Really?" She gave him a look that mirrored her question.
"I talk with you." Harry shrugged.
"You could talk more." She commented.
"You could talk less and I could also donate my body and all my money to science." Harry softly snorted. "What about you? Any interesting missions lately?"
"Going on one in two days, I'll be in France and spying on a French crime lord."
"So the usual then?"
"Pretty much." Natasha nodded. "You ever been to France?" She asked.
"A couple of times." Harry nodded.
" Do you speak any French?" Natasha asked in French.
" A little bit. " Harry replied.
"Do you speak any other languages?" She asked curiously.
"Do you ever get bored of trying to learn more about me?" Harry rolled his eyes.
"You're a mystery," Natasha shrugged in a 'what can you do?' style. "and I do need a hobby."
"Might I suggest dancing or video games or something a bit more normal."
"I'm a spy and you are a white haired enhanced who goes by the name of 'Grim', normal isn't a word I'd associate with either of us."
"…"
"…"
"Touché."
"Though if I did play video games then I reckon I'd be better than you." Natasha said with a playful smile.
"I would kick your ass so hard and far that it wouldn't even be funny." Harry replied.
"Want to bet?"
"Loser pays for the next dinner."
"Deal, but only if you give me an hour to practice."
"Deal."
"Hi boy," Harry said to Padfoot as he returned home after giving his report to Fury. "how are you doing?" Harry asked as he stroked Padfoot's head, Padfoot barked in response. "Good, you haven't been chasing any more cats have you?" Harry asked only to receive an indignant bark. "Whatever." Harry chuckled as he sat on the sofa and turned the TV on.
"Woof." Padfoot barked.
"One sec." Harry said as the news channel came on to reveal a press conference involving Tony Stark. Stark appeared to be sitting down with a burger in his hand while a bald man with a grey beard was sitting next to him, Harry recognized the man as Obadiah Stane.
"I never got to say goodbye to dad," Tony said to Obadiah before looking towards the reporters and the cameras. "I never got to say goodbye to my father. There are questions I would ask him, I would ask him about what this company did, if he was conflicted or if he had doubts. Or maybe he really was just man we all remember." Tony paused as a pained look came on his face. "I saw young Americans killed by the very weapons I created to defend and protect them. And I saw that I had become part of a system that had become comfortable with zero accountability."
"Mr Stark, what happened over there?" One reporter asked.
"I… I had my eyes opened." Tony said as he stood up and walked behind the podium. "I came to realize that I have more to offer this world than just making things that blow up and that is why effective immediately I am shutting down the weapons manufacturing division of Stark international." The reporters quickly jumped to their feet and began asking questions while Obadiah began trying to get Tony off the stage.
"Well," Harry looked towards Padfoot. "that made things interesting."
"Woof, woof."
"Yeah, suppose it's not really our business. My job was just to rescue him."
"Woof."
"You're still not getting a phone."
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