"I've been fine, haven't had a mission for a few days." She was actually enjoying her downtime, though it hadn't been all relaxation like right now: she had been training for a lot of the time. Though that was pretty normal for Natasha Romanoff, always staying her best, most capable self. "How did yours go?" The team only really got together for disasters, and solo agents and smaller groups went out for issues that could be handled more quietly. The avengers tended to attract attention, and as such were not always the most discreet or effective team to handle more sensitive matters. But that was exactly why they had agents like herself, Harper, and Clint.
Harper's face and the vague answer told Natasha that "didn't go well" meant that something had gone awfully, awfully wrong. "Do you want to talk about it?" She wouldn't push her friend to discuss it, because Natasha knew how badly she herself reacted when pushed to do things, and the two redheads weren't actually all that different. "Or if you want to blow off some steam, I'm here." Sparring matches could be dangerous if Harper got a bit out of control--if either one of them got out of control, but Natasha wasn't any assassin. She was the black widow, and she was capable of holding her own, even against enhanced people.
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