Natasha rolled her eyes and pushed past him, “Why would I be happy to see you, we’ve never even met.” Not that she could remember anyway, perhaps during one of those large battles. “And like I said, I have no interest in your kind of bullshit.” Natasha had a very specific set of skills, she didn’t–or couldn’t–get involved in things those skills didn’t apply to. She might defend the earth from invaders once in a while, but she wasn’t exactly a soldier, and there was nothing her skills as a spy could do to battle the supernatural. “Go call Dr. Strange or something.” 

_{“you see, i could, but i doubt he’d answer.” it was one way of responding to her – not the best, but then again, he doubted it mattered in the slightest. “dr. strange would just shut the door on me, but you? well, i’d take my chances on you over him. ‘sides, i’m just here to talk. nothing more nothing less.” well, maybe a bit more than just talk, but that was besides the point.}