"Clint, darling, how have you been?" The question fell effortlessly from her lips though she knew damn well he had been dead the entire time of his absence. He was a good hero. The good ones didn't deserve to die, but he had and Natalia had felt sad or as sad as one could who knew death too well. It was the cost they all paid for saving the lives of others. She had lost too many people in her life and sometimes she believed there were no more tears left to shed anyway.
Dressed in a simple black dress and heels, the redhead slipped into the seat opposite him with a well placed smile on her face and crossed her legs beneath the table. "I see death couldn't hold you either".