If we don't pledge allegiance to the black widow...
PERCY is sitting at a small table in a rather crowded cafe, hands wrapped around a cup of coffee as she glances around.
The chair across from her is suddenly filled by ALEC TREVELYAN (aka 006), who has his own cup.
ALEC: Meeting in such a public place? Forgive me Percy, but this seems to indicate a lack of trust on your part.
PERCY: Do you blame me?
He considers for a moment.
ALEC: No, not really.
PERCY: I'm glad you came though. You're the only one who's playing nice right now, and I could use some...support.
ALEC: You mean this isn't a social call?
PERCY: You're not the only one who can have ulterior motives.
ALEC: (Approvingly) You're more devious than you appear.
PERCY: That's the closest thing to a compliment I think you're capable of giving.
Alec just smiles.
ALEC: Go on then. You have questions, and I likely have answers.
PERCY: 005.
ALEC: Quite a charming woman. (Almost fondly) She bites, that one.
PERCY: What do you know about her?
ALEC: She's an expert in cleaning up messes others leave behind. Vicious, exacting, and has a talent for violence.
PERCY: You two have history?
He takes a leisurely sip of his cup.
ALEC: A gentleman never tells.
PERCY: You know fraternization between 00s is a big no-no, right?
ALEC: Do I strike you as the sort who tends to follow the rules?
PERCY: (Resignedly) No. None of you 00s seem to.
ALEC: It's part of our charm.
PERCY: If you can call it that.
ALEC: You wound me.
PERCY: You'll get over it. What else can you tell me about 005?
ALEC: I'm not supposed to know, but I can tell you she's in quite deep with the Russian mob in London. It's deeper cover than myself, actually, and that's saying a great deal. That's all I feel I can divulge right now.
PERCY: I don't even get her name?
If it's possible, Alec is managing to look even more enigmatic than usual.
ALEC: If you don't have any more questions, I have other business to attend to. Places to go, lives to ruin, you see.
Percy sighs wearily.
PERCY: Fine. I've got to have a chat with James and Moneypenny anyhow.
This catches his attention.
ALEC: Ah. Tell me, how are those two?
Percy stiffens visibly, and Alec gives a short chuckle.
ALEC: Oh, that good, hmm? Interesting.
PERCY: Just go do your thing, okay?
ALEC: Trust me, my dear. I will.
His grin manages somehow be terrifying and reassuring at the same time. Before Percy can respond, he's gone.
A woman sitting at a table behind her rises, and then comes to sit where Alec was just a moment ago. Red curls, black jacket, and puckered mouth, she makes herself at home almost instantly.
Percy blinks.
PERCY: Who the hell--
NATASHA: 005. You can call me Natasha though.
PERCY: Natasha Romanov? Natasha "The Black Widow" Romanov? You...you work for MI6?
Natasha nods.
PERCY: This whole thing gets more twisted by the minute.
NATASHA: If that's coming as a surprise to you...
PERCY: I know, I know. I should expect this sort of thing by now.
NATASHA: I'd also like it stated for the record that despite what he'd like you to think, Alec never got in my pants.
PERCY: (sighs wearily) So noted.
The chair across from her is suddenly filled by ALEC TREVELYAN (aka 006), who has his own cup.
ALEC: Meeting in such a public place? Forgive me Percy, but this seems to indicate a lack of trust on your part.
PERCY: Do you blame me?
He considers for a moment.
ALEC: No, not really.
PERCY: I'm glad you came though. You're the only one who's playing nice right now, and I could use some...support.
ALEC: You mean this isn't a social call?
PERCY: You're not the only one who can have ulterior motives.
ALEC: (Approvingly) You're more devious than you appear.
PERCY: That's the closest thing to a compliment I think you're capable of giving.
Alec just smiles.
ALEC: Go on then. You have questions, and I likely have answers.
PERCY: 005.
ALEC: Quite a charming woman. (Almost fondly) She bites, that one.
PERCY: What do you know about her?
ALEC: She's an expert in cleaning up messes others leave behind. Vicious, exacting, and has a talent for violence.
PERCY: You two have history?
He takes a leisurely sip of his cup.
ALEC: A gentleman never tells.
PERCY: You know fraternization between 00s is a big no-no, right?
ALEC: Do I strike you as the sort who tends to follow the rules?
PERCY: (Resignedly) No. None of you 00s seem to.
ALEC: It's part of our charm.
PERCY: If you can call it that.
ALEC: You wound me.
PERCY: You'll get over it. What else can you tell me about 005?
ALEC: I'm not supposed to know, but I can tell you she's in quite deep with the Russian mob in London. It's deeper cover than myself, actually, and that's saying a great deal. That's all I feel I can divulge right now.
PERCY: I don't even get her name?
If it's possible, Alec is managing to look even more enigmatic than usual.
ALEC: If you don't have any more questions, I have other business to attend to. Places to go, lives to ruin, you see.
Percy sighs wearily.
PERCY: Fine. I've got to have a chat with James and Moneypenny anyhow.
This catches his attention.
ALEC: Ah. Tell me, how are those two?
Percy stiffens visibly, and Alec gives a short chuckle.
ALEC: Oh, that good, hmm? Interesting.
PERCY: Just go do your thing, okay?
ALEC: Trust me, my dear. I will.
His grin manages somehow be terrifying and reassuring at the same time. Before Percy can respond, he's gone.
A woman sitting at a table behind her rises, and then comes to sit where Alec was just a moment ago. Red curls, black jacket, and puckered mouth, she makes herself at home almost instantly.
Percy blinks.
PERCY: Who the hell--
NATASHA: 005. You can call me Natasha though.
PERCY: Natasha Romanov? Natasha "The Black Widow" Romanov? You...you work for MI6?
Natasha nods.
PERCY: This whole thing gets more twisted by the minute.
NATASHA: If that's coming as a surprise to you...
PERCY: I know, I know. I should expect this sort of thing by now.
NATASHA: I'd also like it stated for the record that despite what he'd like you to think, Alec never got in my pants.
PERCY: (sighs wearily) So noted.