In a suite
Natasha poured a glass of whiskey for the nervous Raphael. She dropped the bottle and took up the glass.
"Here, have a drink to calm your nerves." She said as she pushed it towards him.
The man stared at her then at the glass. He took it after a moment of hesitation and took an aggressive sip.
"I don't get your plan, Natasha." He said as he dropped the glass back on the table hastily.
Natasha smirked and drank directly from the bottle. "What exactly do you not understand, Raphael?"
"Queenie should go into labour any time soon. I heard you instructing someone over the phone to take action when that happens. That is what I don't understand." The man clarified.
Natasha looked at him and shrugged. "The road will be blocked and she'll stay in traffic for a long time before she gets to the hospital."
"You don't sound like someone who would be willing to remove the cause of the traffic later on." Raphael mused.
"Yeah, I know." She sighed and took his glass of whiskey after
