"See? Now you've done it. I'm going to have to kill you. Can't have you running around spilling state secrets." She teased. Obviously, the jobs she had been on were worse than that. They had required her expertise, after all, but it was nice to imagine a world where those were her crimes.
Natasha moved to lean her back against the bar, looking out over the crowd that was mostly full of his friends. "Careful what you wish for, Sam. You're going to end up being pretty damn popular in the retirement villages."