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[well_assembled]

[She'd wanted a vacation, she'd cleared it with Fury. Her leave was supposed to to be easy, so what the hell was going on? Natasha stepped out of the shower in her apartment and ended up...here. Where ever the hell 'here' was. She emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and explored the small apartment she found herself in.

Her only clue a small book from which voices and words were practically pouring. More of Loki's doing? She watched a few minutes, took it the insanity coming from the book. She had no way of knowing her own voice might be broadcast as well.]

Ok, so I'm crazy, I got hit harder than I thought or Loki's messing with me. I just love my job.

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[well_assembled]

I'm not just anyone.

[Understatement indeed. She was specialized in getting information and infiltration. Those skills would be put to work.]</small.

[deductiongeek]

Then who are you?

[He didn't really expect she would get anywhere. If he hadn't been able to find anything in all this time, the evidence either did not exist or was impossibly well-hidden. But there was always that chance.]

[well_assembled]

People have been asking me that for years.

[She sounds a little bit amused by that.]

I'm the person they send in to get things done.

[deductiongeek]

Like police detectives?

Ah! But what should I call you? Calling you the person that gets things done would be weird, right?

[well_assembled]

Call me Natasha. It's the easiest way to get my attention.

[deductiongeek]

Okay, Natasha! My name is Conan Edogawa.