For the first time in a while she felt calm. It was an oddly, eerie feeling, and one that Natasha was savoring for the time being. Vegas was one of those places where it was relatively easy to blend in, at least in the real world. In the world they were in now, the thing that gave her a sense of solace was knowing there were only a few people who knew her. That she was a former SHIELD agent. That she had a history, quite a few aliases, had been training since she was a young girl, and wasn't even half as pretty as she was deadly.
Like the spider behind her code name, she was a skilled predator who knew how to lie in wait for the best time to strike. Except she hadn't followed her chosen 'prey' out of the hotel with that intent. If anything, Natasha was on a fact finding mission of sorts. While she had made contact with some of the people who either were aware of her or cognizant of the rumors concerning her skills and accomplishments, there were only two people here who she genuinely wanted to see and spend time with. One -- Steve -- she had no doubts about how it might go and where they stood. The other? Well, that remained to be seen.
From their brief interactions on the board, he recognized her and seemed somewhat aware that they had a shared past. To what degree, she couldn't say. Some of his responses to her raised red flags. Natasha had been aware of the memory wipes the Soldier used to undergo -- the devastation they caused -- and didn't want to confuse him. She knew from experience that his reaction could be deadly if he felt cornered, and didn't want to unintentionally trigger something within him. It was why she had been keeping her distance, picking her spot.
Considering the Scarlet Witch made her presence and lack of trust towards Natasha known publicly, she had hesitated to reach out in a more personal sense. To ask for the privacy that could be used to determine just how much about her he remembered. Would he only see her as the woman who once attempted to fight him, or as something more?
There was only one way to find out.
"You're one to talk," she responded, her voice pitched just low enough for him to hear without being loud enough to capture undue and unneeded attention from those passing by.
"I'm going to assume you're not out here looking for a place to eat later."