Enchanted

Twenty-Two

Jess rolled her eyes and took her shot on the table, potting another stripe. She watched as the three of them all took a sip of their drinks, waiting for her next shot... 'You know if you wanted a drinking game, pick one where you actually have a chance of winning..'... She potted the last one, the 8 ball.

'I did suggest strip poker..'.. Matt shrugged, holding his cue in his hand, beer in the other.

'And how would you play? You're blind..'.. Danny chuckled, heading to the bar to grab another round.

'I'd have Trix in my lap, playing for me, helping me to strip when I lose..'... Matt chuckled, tilting his head.

'Damn, I wish I was blind..'.. Danny sighed, shaking his head as Benny set up another round for them all. As Danny picked up the four bottles, the door banged open, and heads all turned, seeing a pissed off looking Widow.

Nats eyes scanned the bar, taking in the older men to the left, Trix at the pool table with a few others. Her eyes settled on the woman and she moved forward, a little pissed off, with the evasive woman... 'We need to talk, now..'

'I highly advise you check your tone when you speak to me Agent Romanoff. Avenger or not, I can and will put you on your ass. This is my bar, and you will show me respect..'... Trix stared her down, and Nat clenched her fists.

'Trix, its a unique name, short for anything? Beatrice maybe?..'.. Nat gritted out, but she saw the woman was genuinely confused, making her anger subside slightly. Nat watch Trix, seeing no recognition for the name whatsoever.

'I don't know what you're talking about Agent Romanoff, but feel free to fill me in here..'.. Trix gestured to her, as she hopped to sit on the edge of the pool table. The three men she was with, moved closer, as though there to protect her.

'You really don't know the name Beatrice?..'... Nat asked, reading the body language.

'Nope, I really don't. Is this someone you're looking for?..'.. She saw Trix take the beer that was handed to her with a smile.

'Can we talk? Privately?..'.. Nat looked around at the others present.

'I trust everyone here Agent Romanoff, you can speak freely..'.. Trix gestured to the others... 'Benny, get her a drink, something strong, she looks like she needs it..'

Nat moved to sit at the bar, but faced Trix... 'Can't tell you, but the name is of someone important. She would be around your age and look like you..'

'I'm flattered, really, but not me. I know who I am, and where I'm from..'.. Trix took a long drink of her beer.

'Why did you threatened Loki and Bucky when they were here? You told them they had to keep us away, cause you were going after Pierce. Who are you really?..'.. Nat watched her, seeing the woman confused again, as though she really had no idea. This was all too confusing for Nat, she rubbed her forehead, and picked up the glass that the barman had put down in front of her. She sighed, and drank it back, feeling the familiar taste of a vodka tonic, but she could also taste something bitter as she swallowed. Nat looked into the glass, and realised her mistake.

'I'm really sorry agent Romanoff, but we can't have you messing this up..'.. Nat heard the echoing voice of Trix before she felt dizzy, and fell into darkness.