Natasha Romanov was still in her cocktail dress, her hair only recently undone from the stylish bun that it was in mere hours ago. She was pulled from her deep cover job in Croatia, sniffing down a Hydra Cell when the summons came. Escaping the party was a hairy encounter, but she was in worse spots in the past.

Through out the chopper ride (which then transferred to the Flying Car transport), she was escorted straight to Assistant Deputy Hill...

Correction: _DIRECTOR_ Hill. Seems like alot have changed, since she was on assignment.

She didn't take a seat, at least, not immediately. Taking the suit case from a nearby SHIELD Agent, she momentarily ignored the others in the room and walked to a conveniently placed partition that she walked behind. Some rustling and zipping was heard as Natasha began changing into her business attire. All the while, listening to Hill.

From behind the partition she would walk out, her body now in the iconic skin tight uniform. Her .45 strapped to one thigh, her Widow Bracelets around each wrists, and her hair now flowing with much more freedom then she was use too (she allowed the hair to grow long due to her assignment.

She was silent for now, studying the vid screens and the devastation. Hit and Run tactics? Maybe inside jobs, perhaps? With out more intel, the sky was the limit here...