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CANON POINT: c. Varies. I'm up-to-date with Natasha's canon and also fluent with her older stuff, so just specify if you want to play c. Daredevil v1 #99 or whatever.

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[weaponxx]

[ There is no response. Natasha will know Laura heard her; she's too busy slipping out the window, using her claws to scale the side of the building up towards the penthouse. There's no timer on her wrist, but she doesn't need that — her internal clock will tell her when her five minutes are up. What use would she be if she couldn't?

She waits, hanging from her claws underneath the balcony on the first floor of the penthouse suite. One of the men is standing there, smoking a cigarette. She counts the mental seconds, and with twenty to spare, the man retreats back into the penthouse, shouting something unimportant to his colleagues about soccer.

She taps on her wire. ] Now.

[latrodectus]

[ As promised, Natasha has improvised a distraction, stealing a cart with some food on it from down the hall. The food has already been picked over, and she doesn't have the right uniform, but through the door, it's hard to tell. ]

Room service.

[ It was a classic play. But they'll still have to answer the door. ]

its been 84 years

[weaponxx]

[ She waits. She doesn't need the wire to know Natasha's in — her hearing is adept enough that she can hear the men breathing inside, sense the uptick of their heartbeats when Natasha knocks on the door.

One of them mentions not ordering room service — there's a brief verbal scuffle as they argue over who's lying about trying to get food, until one of them just goes to answer the door to tell the housemaid to scram, she has the wrong room.

It takes Laura only a few seconds to climb up and over the balcony, landing without a sound on it. She's in luck — they've left the patio door unlocked, likely because of their position on one of the topmost floors. Who was going to sneak in that way? She slips in, detected only too late; the two men on guard in the back of the room are hovered around the doorway to the front, trying to see what's going on.

Laura slides under the bed. ]

[latrodectus]

[ One of the men does eventually answer the door. It's the least of them, the one who can't afford to piss off the others. So it goes.

Natasha's mission is only to distract, so she pretends to be at once very understanding and very confused when he tells her to leave. ]

Are you sure? Maybe one of your friends? [ She says— it's obvious enough that the man isn't in the suite alone, no matter how closed to shut he holds the door. No, he says. We didn't order anything.

And then the man makes a mistake. Maybe it's just because he feels small, next to all the big players, or maybe he's just an idiot. But he threatens to call reception, to complain about the mix-up.

The rest of them are trying to be as quiet as possible. Under the radar, you know. They won't appreciate a complaint that will obviously get logged in the concierge record books anymore than they'd appreciate a phantom room service charge. ]

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

[ Natasha plays dumb. Another one of the men moves closer to the doorway, probably to chew the first guy out. ]