Despite herself, a ghost of a smile curved her lips at the brief kiss, but when he opened the door she disentangled herself and walked in ahead of him. “I don’t know, I kind of like the suit,” she said. Her own outfit, though, deserved a good burning. Kicking off the shoes and dropping the skirt immediately, and thankfully for the last time, Natasha frowned at Clint’s comment about SHIELD. Hefting her own suitcase onto a chair, she opened it to find a similar case containing her Widows Bite, glocks and holsters inside. “I guess we have a special dinner coming our way,” she replied. Part of her was ready for this mission to be over while another part was already anticipating the action to come.

In a hidden pocket of her suitcase, she secured the recorder, transmitter, and all other communications devices as well as the spent cartridges that had contained the drugs she had used on the mark before zipping it back up. She would worry about clothes later after they had their orders. “Why don’t you call and get it sent up?” she asked as she headed for the washroom.