Working at the Park allowed for a good portion of the week to be devoted to recon around Test City. Natasha made it a point to have lunch with Pepper most days, and she usually saw Steve or Clint during the week because of lunch with Pepper. Occasionally, she'd stop by the Auto Shop to chat with Tony about new tech before continuing on with her day. She liked spending time with Riddick and Deirdre, and often borrowed Mutt for the afternoon if she was just going to be walking around. She'd already swung by to pick up Mutt, considering once more to adopt a dog for herself like the vampire kept talking about getting the residents of Test City to do.
It was interesting to her, how many different kinds of beings had been brought to Test City. There were vampires, gods, and Enhanced, people from the future and the past, and from different versions of both. Natasha had a feeling the combined intellect of Tony Stark and Jane Foster would go a long way in getting some answers. For now, Natasha wanted to get an index together of who the residents were and what kind of special abilities they might have. The monsters that had ravaged the city wouldn't be the last to attack them, and while Steve meant well with his Citizen's Watch, Natasha had a feeling Sheriff Wick would be far more thorough and much more suspicious of any applicants. She was going to have to work on Steve's belief that everyone was innately good until proven otherwise. It was kind of ridiculous to her that he hadn't realized there were shitty ass people in the world.
Dressed in black skinny jeans and a blood red tank, Natasha strolled through downtown looking for something that seemed interesting. There was a man she'd never seen before walking around, so she caught up to him, light on her feet, and grinned when he spoke out loud. I was the perfect way for her to strike up a conversation and get to know the new arrival.
"Sounds like you've got some experience with Hell," Natasha replied, a smile playing on her lips. "Now, I wouldn't necessarily say I believe in Hell, but I'm sure I've sent more than a few bastards there, over the course of my life." She wondered what he knew about Hell, and what sort of stories this war-torn, life-ragged man held in his history. "Natasha Romanoff," she introduced herself. "You look like you could use a drink and a sit-rep." He wasn't military exactly, she didn't think, but he had the look of a man who'd been to war and found himself on the other side. She could related to that.