She was supposed to be fake, everything about this persona was almost fake, almost. Natasha sometimes wondered if she blurred the lines, if she sometimes slipped and fell into another name just because she could, if she'd ever done it with Clint. Made him feel like the mark she was trying to seduce or kept him at arms length because, just because.

Because one of her personas could.

The hushed words didn't escape her and for a moment it hit too close to home, it made those lines blur and hard to separate and she slipped, Natasha flooding back into her own body with eyes giving him a look as if she'd never seen him before.

She knew what he meant, she just didn't want to wholly believe it. Maybe because of her doubts, how could a man fall for her with all her debts and all the blood and the smell of death following her where ever she went?

Natalie came back with a smile and a toss of her hair. "Well Chris, all that hard work is certainly paying off and I for one would be far more appreciative if the goods were fully on display..."

She'd blame the wine, completely.

Following him out, keeping close to his side and careful of her foot steps somehow, someway she made it into the back seat of the cab without falling flat on her ass. "You've upgraded to an E again.."