Natasha shifted in her very sensible black heels and scanned the partygoers talking and drinking around her before sneaking a quick look at her phone. It was barely nine in the evening, which meant she still had a very long night ahead of her.

Damn Maria for talking her into working Tony Stark's business party. Not that the paycheck wouldn't totally be worth it, but providing undercover security at these kinds of things was boring beyond belief. Despite the always imminent threat of something happening, nothing ever did.

Well, except that one time with the attempted kidnappers at Stark's Expo, but he'd dealt with it so brilliantly himself that now no one dared try anything at any of his events. Private security like herself was mostly superfluous, but Ms. Potts had insisted and called in a personal favor from Maria to have one or two of her people in attendance.

Natasha scanned the room once again, looking for even the smallest hint of trouble - or anything that might kill her boredom - when her eyes fell on two men by the buffet. Oh, they were trouble, all right, these men - one dark, one light, both looking like sin on legs.

And if they weren't trouble, they were at least interesting enough to keep her occupied for the next five minutes. Or even the next five hours, Natasha mused, as a little sizzle of desire zinged through her.

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