Monday mornings were the worst. Natasha always stayed up too late on Sunday nights and come Monday morning she was always dragging. Nothing helped her more than that first cup of coffee. The best coffee in the city was at a small local coffee shop in Hell's Kitchen just around the corner from her apartment. Natasha could live in a penthouse, her Russian handlers would have provided her one, but an office assistant would not make enough to afford a penthouse. She had to live within the means her cover would be making.

Natasha gave her usual order to the barista and walked over to the counter where it would be served. She heard her name called, grabbed the cup and turned around to go.

tags: black widow, daredevil

Natalie Roman shut her computer off and gathered her handbag. Another day of working at Stark Industries was done and it was time to go home. The nine to five office job wasn't bad or hard. She could do this job in her sleep if she had to and it was a perfect cover. No one took real notice of an executive assistant except of the person she worked for and it gave her access to things at Stark Inc that were invaluable. Information was easy to get and easy to save on flash drives to take with her at the end of the day. It also allowed her to learn the layouts of the various Stark Inc buildings and factories which would help her with her other job. Stealing information was valuable, but stealing prototypes was even more valuable.

Natalie made her way out of the building and caught the train that would take her across town to her small apartment. She order out for a quick dinner and then it was time to do her real job.

A few hours later after night had settled over the city the Black Widow was breaking into a Stark Inc factory in New Jersey.

tags: black widow