"Sometimes I think you're like an old lady, but other times I feel like I'm even older than you." Pamela cut into her steak with the tip of her knife, nudging the small piece of meat with her fork as she continued, "I always feel tired. I don't want to do anything. I don't have that much drive or that much energy..."
"If you weren't so promiscuous, I think that might improve." The beautiful red-haired female agent sitting across from her lifted her wineglass and took a sip. She waved to the waiter beside them and asked him to replace the ice bucket.
Pamela put the steak in her mouth and gave a pleased hum. "I've got you to thank for this, ma'am. I haven't eaten at a restaurant this fancy in ages."
"If you said that to Doctor Schiller, he'd be happy to treat you." Natasha leaned back slightly, set down her wineglass, and began eating. She speared a slippery oyster with her fork, looked up, and said, "Nick told me to keep an eye on you, but I suppose what he really meant was to keep you from preying on his innocent little lambs."
"I'm not that indiscriminate."
"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s female agents are all very pretty."
Pamela hesitated, but she still flashed Natasha a dazzling smile. "Surely none of them are as beautiful as you, ma'am."
Natasha did not seem offended at all. She merely propped her head on one hand and said, "A lot of people have been curious about my relationship with the previous Black Widow. They've come up with all kinds of ridiculous theories, including that the two of us were actually lovers."
"What do you think?" Pamela asked.
Natasha shook her head. "Girls born in the Red Room could not really understand relationships based purely