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HR for the Heart

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Natasha was next, and she was waiting right outside of the door as Clint left your office.

"Come in, come in," you said with a smile as she entered the room.

"Our new HR manager," she said as she took a seat across from you. "How has work treated you so far?"

You held out your hand. "I wouldn't really know -- I've only been here for half a day. I'm _____ by the way."

She looked at your hand for a few seconds before extending hers. "Natasha Romanoff."

Truth be told, she intimidated you a little bit. She was beautiful, slender, well-built, and Fury had described her as the "Master Imposter." How were you to match wits with her?

"So," you said, "let's begin. I just wanted to set a little time aside to get to know you and the rest of the Avengers."

To your surprise, a small smile tugged at her lips. "You're going to have your hands full. Let me tell you something, _____. Some of us are rather easy-going and will not give you any trouble at all. But then there are others who will start arguments for the sake of arguing."

"And which of those categories would you stick yourself into?"

She did not offer even a small chuckle, but in her blue eyes, you could see that she was amused. "Bickering's not really my style. I prefer getting things done."

"Me too. Maybe we'll get along."

"Hm." She seemed thoughtful. "I like you better than our last HR manager at least."

You laughed. "I don't know if that's saying much, but thanks?" You had not heard anything about the last HR manager. Fury hadn't mentioned anything, though you assumed he or she did not do a good job or else you wouldn't be here.

"To be fair, it's really not, but it's a start."

"I'll do my best," you said. "Anything you'd like to tell me about yourself?"

"You already have everything worth knowing." Natasha nodded at the folders that sat on your desk in a neat pile. "You have everything about all of us."

You shook your head. "But there's so much more to each of you than just a brief history and summary of your missions. You're all people with emotions and thoughts, individuals with goals and ambitions. I can't possibly get to know you through a piece of paper."

She looked taken aback, though not in a bad way. "You know, _____, you're right. We might just get along."

You were pleased with that answer.