Before Natasha could even get her key in the lock, there was a half-grown black kitten winding around her ankles. "I'm still not giving you a name," she told it. The cat ignored her, of course. She'd debriefed on the Helicarrier, showered and changed into civilian clothes, even let the doctors take a look at her before she returned from her ( Read more... )

"You're not even supposed to be here any more," Natasha informed the small black kitten that kept winding around her feet and trying to trip her up while she fixed her coffee. The kitten just responded by mewing and trying to climb her pants leg. Natasha sighed and bent over to detach the kitten, then held it in front of her face, looked into its ( Read more... )

Natasha had gotten up early and made another sweep through the house, familiarizing herself with the layout, before she found and figured out the coffee maker and turned on the radio, tuning it to the local station to try to get a feel for the place.

...it seemed the place was insane.

And, as she listened to the broadcast and sipped her (black, ( Read more... )

A man's voice announces you've reached Chow Hun's Chinese Takeout and Buffet in Dover, Delaware, and suggests you press 1 to make a takeout order, 2 for reservations, etc.

If you wait until the message is over and press 4 twice, followed by 7 and then *, it will put you through to a voicemail service where you may leave a message.

"It's Natasha, you know what to do."

BEEP.