Good. Death was too good for King, though she would have to admit her own interest in ending his time on Earth was more to do with James than Coulson's agenda. Still, she was a hired-gun, when it came down to it, and whoever had her back had her loyalty. Currently that was Fury, so Natasha was happy to play nice for now. If he happened to have an accident, however, that couldn't be pinned on her, it could hardly be her fault, could it?
"Got it," she answered with a nod. "Let's get this operation going, shall we?" Natasha wanted this done with as fast and dirty as they knew how so that she could get boots on the ground in Paris and infiltrate King's team. "Think you're up to working in my league, Agent Coulson?" she asked him with a smile of challenge as she turned and left the room.
A few minutes later she was out on the asphalt waiting for the jet to touch down. "This bitch better have a decent arsenal," she said under her breath as she double checked her gear, "because I hate working with inferior weaponry!"