The first time Natasha saw Harry, she was amazed. He moved with the grace of a panther and that only increased her suspicion of him. She was in a bar full of rowdy cowboys that wanted this drink or that. Natasha knew she had gone against protocol and could just hear Fury's ranting about how she stole a quinjet just to go get a drink. After the Loki incident, Natasha needed some space and apparently Clint agreed because he wouldn't even look at her anymore.

"So, what happened to you? Lost a partner?" Natasha looked up at Harry from under her eyelashes. He gave her a kind smile and grabbed a bottle before shaking it up and mixing a few other drinks with it. Natasha wondered what he mixed because it smelled simply marvelous when he put it in front of her. She hadn't answered his question and she also didn't want to drink the fruity looking drink. "Relax, it's not poisoned or anything. You spies must really have some horrible enemies over drinks." Natasha stiffened, ready to leave at a moment's notice that Harry was really dangerous.

"How'd you know I was a spy?" Natasha twitched; she just admitted it. Harry snorted. "It's written all over your face." Natasha raised an eyebrow, openly doubting him. "It's also because you look like one and I don't mean physically." Natasha took the fruity drink that smelled like dragon fruit up close. She turned it in her hands and noticed a metallic shine to it. "You're in a bar that is basically the epitome of an old southern tale. There are no women at this bar because only men drink in this town. It's one of the last places you'll find chivalry." Harry drawled in his English accent. Natasha smirked and finally took a sip of the drink. It had a surprising taste because it made her wonder if it was vodka before the flavor set in and it turned out to be some sort of wine and tequila mixture. It was perfect for her personality.

Natasha parked the quinjet in some stretch of secluded land and camped out in the jet for the night. She didn't feel like suffering the flight back to New York so she simply stayed. Sooner than she wanted, she felt herself awaken and it caused her to blink several times. She couldn't have drunk too much because that was impossible. What made her sleep so heavily for the first time in almost 30 years?

Harry was cooking pancakes behind the bar when Natasha saw him again. "Hey sleepyhead." He called out as she crept in to the bar. She was surprised. She didn't think he had heard her. Natasha stayed silent however and simply watched him. She didn't know what drew her to him. It was odd – as if something was missing from her and she desperately needed him to fix it for her. Natasha shook her head. That was plainly crazy.

The hot pancakes with raspberry syrup made her hungry and Nat was surprised again. It seemed as if she was being constantly surprised by Harry. His body language (dangerous) made her think twice about him which caused the surprises. She expected one thing and he did another. "Eat, it'll make you feel better." Nat looked at him as he smiled wistfully. She picked up the fork and carefully tested the syrup. Harry rolled his eyes at her and just nudged her to eat before he went to clean some tables. That was the beginning of their friendship.