We arrived at our hotel not too long after leaving the runway. The whole ride was silent; no one spoke a word. It wasn't an awkward kind of silence, but it wasn't a pleasant kind either. It was hard to describe.
I grabbed my things and got out of the car before heading to the front doors of the hotel we would be staying at. It must be nice that S.H.I.E.L.D could afford for us to stay here for months. The hotel wasn't the fanciest that I had ever seen, but it wasn't sketchy either. It was a nice comfortable hotel.
I walked through the entrance and up to the front desk to the receptionist. A pretty brunette was behind the counter, typing away at her computer. I rested my forearms on the counter and smiled at her when she looked up.
"Hey, I'm looking to check into a room. I have a reservation." I said in Italian. I twirled a piece of my hair with my index finger and bit my bottom lip.
"O-of course. What would the name be under?" She stuttered, also in Italian. A red hue painted her face as she pushed a fallen piece of hair out of her face.
"Jane Smith." I answered, recalling my fake identity. She looked away to enter the information in her computer.
"Oh! I have your reservation right here. Looks like a room for...two?" She questions with narrowed eyes.
"My roommate and I." I clarified. "Can't leave anywhere without her."
"Mhm." She hesitated before grabbing two key cards and handed them to me.
"Enjoy your stay." She said, looking behind me then going back to staring at the computer.
I looked back and saw Natasha standing there, with a raised brow. Without saying a word, she headed to the elevator and I followed, stepping in after her once it arrived.
"You always seem to have a raised eyebrow at me whenever we are together." I commented.
"Because you are always doing something childish." She responded.
"Childish? How so?" I asked, genuinely confused.
"You need to start thinking about the mission and not about your desires." She scolded.
"Desires? Are you talking about the receptionist? I wouldn't say I desire her. It's harmless flirting. It's not like I'm involved with anyone. Are you jealous, Ms. Romanoff?"
"Just harmless flirting." She scoffed. "I am not jealous. What would I be jealous of? This whole time you've been acting like a child. You aren't taking this seriously."
"Yeah, well, some of us didn't get a childhood." I mumbled.
She whipped around to face me. "You're right. Some of us didn't get a childhood." She confirmed coldly. After glaring, she looked forward towards the doors again.
Tension filled the elevator and I was anxiously waiting for the doors to open. It took a few seconds, but my wish came true. As soon as the doors opened, Natasha ripped the keycards out of my hand and bolted out of the elevator.
Nice going, Margot. I mentally scolded myself. I followed after her, but at a much slower pace. I couldn't help myself sometimes. I have a bad habit of saying things before thinking them through. Much like now, it always got me into trouble.
I don't know much, come to think of it, anything, about Natasha's background and past. I don't know how she was raised or how she became an assassin. I felt guilty for saying anything. I didn't know she would react the way she did.
Natasha flung the door to our room open and stalked inside. I followed behind her and looked around. It was very nice. There was a living room and kitchen in the main entry and connected were two separate bedrooms with their own doors.
She walked into one of the bedrooms, while I walked into the other, neither of us talking. I was working up the courage to talk to her. I wanted to apologize, but I wanted to plan out my words, so I didn't make anything worse.
I gave it about five minutes of planning, before I walked out of my room and walked over to Natasha's, only to have the door shut right before I got to the frame. My shoulders dropped. I guess I will give her some time.
I walked back to my room feeling dejected. Well, there goes my plan. I sat on the edge of my bed thinking about what to do next. I looked over at the clock on the bedside table to see the time. 10:16 PM. It was late, but not too late.
A lightbulb went off in my head and I jumped off the bed and walked over to my backpack. Digging through the bag, I threw clothes all over the place before I pulled out what I was looking for. I smirked, skimming the black mini dress with my eyes and walked over to the mirror, holding it against my body. Perfect.
I quickly changed and pulled my hair back, making sure my hair covered between my shoulder blades. I pulled a black pair of heels on and put my signature leather jacket around my shoulders before looking in the mirror once more.
I did a few turns, admiring myself, and grabbed a small handbag and made my way out of my room, shutting the door behind me. I walked over to the small coffee table in the middle of the living room space and picked up one of the keycards.
I placed it in my bag, before turning to look at Natasha's room. The door was still closed and I had a feeling it was going to stay like that for the rest of the night. I pulled the pen off the coffee table and began writing a note on the notepad that was placed there.
Went out.
Be back soon.
Don't miss me too much.
Xoxo, Margot
I put the cap back on the pen and put the note out so she would see it if she came out of her room. I walked over to the door before shutting it and walking down to the lobby.
Exiting the elevator, I looked over at the reception desk to see the brunette was not there. I walked out the entrance doors and over to the street, trying to get a ride. It was almost instant that someone pulled over to pick me up. I walked up to the cab and jumped in.
"Where to?" The cab driver asked in English.
"The best club in the city." I responded in Italian. He nodded, acknowledging me and began driving.
It was about a ten minute ride before I started hearing blaring music and loud chatter. The cab driver pulled over to the sidewalk and I handed him the euros to pay for the ride. I stepped out and the music became louder. It looked like a nightclub back in New York. There were neon lights surrounding the outside of it.
I walked up to the bouncer who was letting people in. He stared at me for a moment before moving the red velvet rope out of my way and allowed me to pass.
The nightclub was modern and looked different from the architecture outside. Outside was very unique and old fashioned, but the inside of this nightclub is something straight out of a movie. A crowd of people were dancing on the dancefloor, others were sitting on couches. It was crowded to say the least.
I walked over to the bar and flagged the bartender over.
"What can I get you?" He asked in English.
"A sex on the beach please." I responded.
As he walked away to prepare my drink, I turned around and leaned against the bar counter, observing the place. On the opposite side of the bar I could see a VIP lounge and could make out a few men standing around a bigger man on the couch. The man on the couch was surrounded by girls, leaning on him and giggling. The man must have felt me staring, because sure enough he turned his head and looked directly at me.
"Your drink, miss." A voice said behind me.
I turned back around and grabbed the drink, bringing it to my lips and drinking it. The man looked familiar, but I couldn't remember where from.
"Your presence has been requested." A man's voice said behind me.
I turned around to look at the male who approached me.
"By who?" I asked.
He nodded in a direction behind to the side of him and I looked over to see it was the man in the VIP lounge. The women around him were gone and he sat there staring at me.
I looked back at the man in front of me and I rose a brow at him.
"And if I decline?" I asked.
"It's not an option." He said, reaching and grabbing a hold of my upper arm. I was tempted to throw him off me, but I was curious as to who this man was.
I followed the mysterious figure over to the VIP lounge where I stood right in front of the powerful looking man on the couch. He smirked, eyeing my form from head to toe before he gestured to the seat right beside him. Following his orders with hesitancy, I sat down next to him, but not too close.
"You are most exquisite." He says in broken English. His Italian accent was very thick when he spoke.
"And you determined that from across the dancefloor?" I asked in Italian, eyeing the two bodyguards with their backs to us. This man must be important based on the suits him and his guards were wearing.
The man let out a booming laugh that shook the whole couch.
"You speak Italian, my dear?" He asked, chuckling. "Good. My English is not the best and I would hate to not be able to communicate with such a pretty thing."
"You think I'm pretty?" I asked, the corner of my mouth lifting.
"Very beautiful." He admitted. "Does this beautiful creature have a name?"
"Jane." I answered.
"Jane. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. My name is Angelo. Angelo Russo."
Something clicked in my brain. This was our target. That was why he was so familiar to me. This was the mob boss we were sent to stop.
It seemed luck was on my side this time.
Just wait until I tell Natasha.