Characters: Melinda May, Natasha Romanov
Summary: Two old friends, with similar spectacularly lethal skill sets, walk into a bar. How Melinda took care of Natasha's watchful heart.
Author's Note: This story has been sitting, half completed, for well over a year, but I finally realized how it should end only recently. I really love both of these women, and I hope this story treats them with the respect and affection they deserve. I like to think that neither of them are beyond getting a little looped to relax. This takes place prior to "Avengers: Age of Ultron." It also follows what I believe is fanon about Natasha's age, and the results of Red Room genetic manipulation.
Edited by: The most excellent dr_whuh.
Disclaimer: No characters are mine. They are the sole property of Marvel, Marvel Studios, Paramount Studios, ABC, and their respective creators. I intend no copyright infringement and take no coin.
It’s a balance,” Natasha said, swallowing and wiping the foam off her upper lip. “The things that make us what we are, well, they’re basically awful, right? Shit. “That’s so,” Melinda said, glad she was into her third martini.
“That’s so,” Melinda said, glad she was into her third martini.
“Getting up in the morning?”
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- Current Location:the livingroom
- Current Mood: sick