Who: Yelena Belova and Nathaniel King. When: Evening. Where: Miami Beach. Why: Business proposition. Open: No. Rating: Moderate. Status: In Progress.
Yelena had gained quite a reputation in the week that she had been “alive again”. First and foremost her reputation had been restated by the fact that she was in fact alive, but more so the fact that she'd been able to fake her death and therefore trick whoever had tried to kill her into believing that she was in fact, dead. All of this had taken away from his reputation and credibility. Yelena Belova, or Black Widow as she liked to be called had a clean record of never having had “the one who'd got away” and she supposed neither had he, until now, until her. Now it was only Yelena with the perfect record now and she still had her deadly reputation- she'd find him, and she'd kill him- revenge would be her sweetest desire come true. She held the new found title of “the one who got away from him” with pride and even thinking of it made her smile over the tim of her Martini Glass which held a concoction of a passion fruit cocktail with more vodka than anything. God life was sweet when you came back from the 'dead'.
Her newly re-found reputation had been further cemented when she had successfully stolen important software from one of the words leading young technology experts, some child who worked for S.H.I.E.L.D, Aria- Yelena had no clue what was on the disk or USB she'd gotten away with, all she knew- all she cared about was that the job had paid handsomely- 1.5 Million American dollars. A woman who plays dead for so long tends to need the money to start back u- get re-situated. The only other thing she knew about this software was that the people she'd handed it over to were having one hell of a time trying to access it- the kid had protected it well, too well for their liking. It wasn't so much the stealing that had cemented her reputation, it was more more that she had gone toe to tow with “Titan” the robot-man with the cocky attitude and very few weakness that Yelena had been able to observe, though she suspected his main weaknesses to be that once a person got hold his codes they could do some serious damage or his team- if they were attacked or injured he would be greatly affected, that was a benefit of working solo. You didn't have team members like Natasha willing to stab you in the back or hold you back when on a mission. Yelena shook her head and took another sip from her Martini glass, clearing her head- fuck Natasha, she had no place in Yelena's life any more. Her reputation was such because she'd gone toe to toe with Titan and she was still free and standing. If the mysterious man who had tried to kill her couldn't kill her she doubted some silly aluminium solder would have been able to.
“Another” She called to the waitress, it was her third, but she was a heavy weight. Yelena stared out the window, perhaps in her successful prime she was getting a little cocky herself- perhaps it was a new found sense of indestructibility she now felt that was the cause of this, or perhaps it was the adrenaline flowing in her veins that had been missing since she had disappeared off the radar nearly a year and a half ago- it was refreshing. She was reminiscing on her life in Moscow when someone pulled out the seat beside her, “Why hello” She greeted, she didn't draw her eyes away from the window but presumed they'd go away as soon as they realised she was not interested, not unless they paid for her next drink, then perhaps she'd look at them.