Rather than start a fight - she doubted Fury would appreciate having his garage bashed all to hell - Natasha just rolled her eyes ignored the verbal sally; arguing with a dog was just stupid, really.

Though she did still wonder just what the Director had been thinking - or smoking - when he'd assigned the two of them to this particular mission. The friction between their species was more than just well known; it was legendary.

"Where's your ride?" She'd been delivered to the meeting by the Soviet Vampire Embassy. "I don't really fancy walking all the way across town."