Natasha Romanoff (
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driftfleet2015-06-23 01:33 pm
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broadcast 01
Who: Natasha Romanoff and various guests
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Post-broadcast, abandoned waystation? Action prompt in comments
When: During bugfest 20XX
[On screen, there's a very calm redhead looking thoughtfully at the camera, one brow slightly cocked.]
It's occurred to me that the fleet has about ten times as many firearms as it does medical professionals. It's also been pretty apparent that a lot of our cast members don't know the basics of gun safety and use. If anyone wants to learn, I'll be at the following coordinates.
[The message ends with a bit of text, the location of one of the abandoned waystations in near orbit.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Post-broadcast, abandoned waystation? Action prompt in comments
When: During bugfest 20XX
[On screen, there's a very calm redhead looking thoughtfully at the camera, one brow slightly cocked.]
It's occurred to me that the fleet has about ten times as many firearms as it does medical professionals. It's also been pretty apparent that a lot of our cast members don't know the basics of gun safety and use. If anyone wants to learn, I'll be at the following coordinates.
[The message ends with a bit of text, the location of one of the abandoned waystations in near orbit.]
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I see. That is... disappointing. Do you... do you know what happened to him?
[The subtle, implied question behind her words being "can he be saved?"]
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Planning on trying to save him?
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We have each saved the other once before. I do not think it so impossible to happen a second time.
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[She wonders. Which world Wanda is from, if any of them at all. If she knows a Steve at all like her own, like Natasha suspects. She wouldn't have this much faith if she didn't know Steve the way he was meant to be. It bothers her, the way that man is, how different he is from the person he was supposed to be. Feels almost like betrayal, from him or from Atroma or from the universe at large.]
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I do not know.
[Then, a spark, or perhaps a glimmer of something else in her eyes, as she continues.]
But I refuse not to try.
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It's your time.
[Your wasted time, she might imply, but that's just, perhaps, her own bias speaking. Maybe Wanda would have better luck. Maybe it's just Natasha who makes him that way. Prolonged contact can be caustic. She's kept her distance since the last time they tangled.]
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Can you tell me anything more? You must know more about what's happened to him.
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[They were friends. Were, maybe are--she isn't sure, honestly, not after the way things fell out. The fact that this Steve Rogers not only isn't the man she knew, he may never have been that man at all, and that he's got so much venom towards her, specifically...it's enough to make her wary, at best. Disappointed, if she's honest. Easier to remember how dangerous Steve Rogers could be, and not to think about the trust she placed in that face. He isn't the man she knew. That was enough for her. It had to be. She couldn't afford to think about maybes and what-ifs.]
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Why would he blame you?
[Her tone is confused, but also sounding slightly accusatory.]
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Let me rephrase that. He blames a woman who looks like me and shares my name for whatever happened to him. I don't know any more than that, because she isn't me, and he doesn't seem to care much about that distinction.
[As important as it is to her, none of the others who've recognized her as some variant of Natasha Romanoff seem to realize that there is a clear distinction to be made. Regardless of how similar they may be in some ways, it's dangerous to assume they're the same in all ways.]
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I see.
[Wanda's tone and expression betraying her inner thoughts. At first, she doesn't know what else to say, but then, after a brief pause, she adds, almost involuntarily:]
I am sorry.
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[Lonely. That's accurate. She hadn't thought she could get used to a team, used to any sort of consistent presence from anyone, but the last few years had clearly demonstrated otherwise. She just had to learn it the hard way.]
[At that apology there's a flicker of something else in her eyes: a surprise quickly hidden, a glimmer of understanding. Just a little. Maybe just enough.]
This isn't your fault. You're stuck here like the rest of us.
[It's maybe as close as she can get to apologizing for her own reaction. Wanda came here expecting to find a friend. She can't be faulted for that, really.]
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Thank you for putting up with my questions. [She gives a quick nod of gratitude.] I will not take up any more of your time.
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Be seeing you.
[The words remain polite, maybe a little ironic, and she nods back, before cutting the feed. She's sure she and the other woman will see each other again. It's inevitable, in a place like this.]