driftfleet | Broadcast 02

Who: Natasha Romanoff and you, flooters
Broadcast: Fleetwide, voice only
Action: Possibly, in comments. On the SS Windrose in Natasha's office most likely.
When: End of the second week of August.

[Some of you might recognize that cool, measured voice coming from your comm. Others might just hear a competent woman with a tone light enough to seem careless, at first, until the words sink in and you find the steel underneath them.]

Funny how some of us just seemed to go a little out of character these last couple weeks. I'd expected some complications from the implant, but personality changes? Seems like an easy way to rig the ratings. Cheap, if you want my opinion, but they don't really ask around here.

I'm Natasha, ship's counselor over on the Windrose. I'll be in my office most of the day over the course of the next week. If you'd like to make an appointment, let me know. I'd be happy to talk with each of you, regardless of your ship affiliation. And, of course, anything that passes between us is completely confidential.

You have my word, for what it's worth to you.

[[ooc: If you'd like your character to take part in Nat's little psychological profiling experiment, please fill out the profile post here!]]

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[Wanda gives a slightly exasperated sounding sigh, and a nod though the grin doesn't leave her face. That is... until she decides to give away her real intention for contacting Natasha.]

Agent Rom- [She stops short, corrects herself. Though the first name feels a little strange on her tongue.] Natasha, there is something important I do need to ask you about.

[Another flicker of humor at the exasperated sigh. It's the sigh of someone who at least knows someone like her, if not her exactly. It's a sigh she's heard plenty of times before. She almost even smiles at it. Then Wanda's voice goes serious, and her face stills to that perfect mask again.]

Happy to give you an answer if I have one.

[Wanda almost begins to speak, but then stops herself. She seems to consider things for a moment, and then tries again.]

Perhaps it is best to talk about this in private.

[She hopes the spy will pick up on the hint and play along with her lead.]

[Natasha catches her inference, nods, looking serious but unconcerned.]

My office is open. Unless there's somewhere else you'd prefer?

[Wanda shakes her head.]

Your office is fine. Are you seeing anyone right now?

I'm all yours. You know where to find me.

[right where she'll be if Wanda makes her way over, seated behind her desk with her cast propped on top, her other hand in her lap, looking much more like herself despite the fading bruises.]

[It takes a little while before Wanda is able to find her way over to Nat's ship and her office. When she does arrive though, the first thing she sees is the obvious cast, as well as the visible bruises. Her eyes grow wide with shock and concern. She doesn't even close the door before she starts talking, too focused on Nat's injuries.]

What happened?!

[Wanda's reaction is a little too close for comfort to the last conversation about her injuries that started inside these walls, and it shows in the flicker of her eyes, the tensing of her shoulders. At least this time, with Wanda, she manages to sound at least a little less combative about it. Even gives her an answer.]

Got into a fight. Got unlucky. I'm fine, and I'll be better in two weeks when I get out of this thing.

Something else you needed?

[If ever there were a hint to change the subject, Wanda...]

[Unfortunately, Wanda has a good hunch that the person Nat got into a fight with is the same person she came here to speak with her about. Her shock starts to transition into anger, grim determination evident in her face and her clenching fists.]

I need to know. Who did this?

[The look on her face ends up morphing into the frown she was trying to avoid. Her voice, when she speaks, is still level, but slightly flat.]

A few of the locals. There was a bar fight. I got caught in the middle. Hit it just right to fracture the bone.

[Not who she's thinking of. Not this injury, at least.]

[Wanda looks her in the eyes, looking as though she's trying to study her face. She knows that she won't really get anywhere with this. Trying to read the Black Widow's face... No, if she really wanted to know the truth, she'd have to dig deeper. She considers reading Nat's mind for a moment, her eyes even glint with a slight shimmer of scarlet energy. However, it passes quickly as she remembers the conversation she had earlier with Ino. If she really did want to connect genuinely with the other fleet members, then she couldn't just treat their minds like books to be opened. Not anymore at least.]

[So instead, Wanda just lets out the breath she'd be holding in, a loud, exasperated sigh. She closes the door to Nat's office behind her before taking a seat on the couch nearby. She doesn't pursue the point any further, instead she starts in on the conversation she came here to have with Natasha.]

There have been a lot of new people arriving in the fleet recently.

[She's not going to get anywhere reading Natasha's face unless Natasha wants her to. Right now, her expression does reflect her mood pretty well, however; focused with an overall air of generally pissed, no time for the nonsense of the fleet or anything else. Atroma'd better watch out.]

[The glint of red Natasha doesn't really catch--a weird reflection of the light on Wanda's face, maybe she'd think, if she hadn't been thinking more about what it is Wanda's really here for. As it is, she waits for Wanda to close the door, notes the sigh without a response, rests one palm on the desk beside her hip.]

Guess we're getting popular. Someone in particular you were talking about?

[Doesn't pay to jump to conclusions here, after all.]

[Wanda locks eyes with Wanda, her expression and tone of voice are dead serious. She says only one word, confident that Natasha will know immediately whom it refers to.]

"Winter."

[Yep, exactly what she'd thought. Which is probably why she looks entirely unimpressed by the name.]

Is that what they're calling him?

[He wouldn't have named himself, she thinks.]

That is what HE is calling HIMSELF. Not the most subtle of false names.

[There's a slight pause, as Wanda crosses her arms. She looks at Nat, not with as much grim determination as she once did when talking to her about a "mutual acquaintance." Moreso now, it is the look of someone looking for guidance from a mentor figure. Though Wanda would obviously never admit this out loud.]

What do you know of this man? The "Winter Soldier."

[She looks a little less confrontational, if no less serious, and in reply Nat stands, comes around, takes a seat on the edge of her desk.]

As much as you do, going by the sound of things. Maybe a little more. Are you worried?

[She should be, if she's heard even half of what Natasha knows. But she still doesn't know all that much about Wanda, doesn't know if the other woman is a potential target, too.]

[Wanda's eyes drift from the floor to Nat, and then back to the floor. She's clearly uncomfortable about what the Winter Soldier's presence could mean, but at the same time she doesn't want to be the one that instigates anything that could put other peoples' lives in danger.]

I do not know much about him. I heard his codename, "The Winter Soldier," a few times back home, but I never met him. I know that he's dangerous.

[Wanda looks back at Natasha again, her serious mask cracking a little bit to show some genuine worry.]

Should we be worried?

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