Nat found herself sitting in front of the fire, a glass of straight whiskey in her hand. That had been a hell of a mission but she had gotten through it like she had gotten through everything that came her way where many others would have failed. Her life had been far from easy, still was far from easy in fact and sometimes she wondered why she bothered but she always came back to the same answer. She had nothing else to do with her life, it was this or nothing and she didn't want nothing.
"Come in!" she called not bothering to get up out of the chair. She had no idea what Steve wanted of her but he was at least a decent person. Unlike Stark that was. She really didn't like him no matter how often she had to work with him - Steve and Clint were better than that thankfuly.