How's the party look from up there? [Natasha joined him up on the landing over the stairs that overlooked the main body of the room. She knew it was his habit to keep at a distance but, hey, what are friends for if not sharing the thoroughly awkward forced affair of formal events to impress the right senators and dignitaries?]

Don’t feel bad, I heard someone actually asked Fury to check his side arm at the door. We almost had an international incident. [She nudged him with her elbow slightly before taking a sip of champagne, don’t ask where her side arm is, but you know she still has it under layers of simple dark purple chiffon.]