Windrose, where the wind blows

[tothefly]

Who: Windrose crew and you, distinguished visitors!
Broadcast: Naaah.
Action: Windrose, various points in the near vicinity
When: Until we get off this frozen rock

[On New Year's Day, the crew on board the Windrose and those nearby may notice the chill as the doors to the cargo bay are left open, and their captain making quite a bit of noise as she inspects their newly expanded home away from home. This is likely to go on for a while. Feel free to come investigate, chat among yourselves, complain about the cold, etc!]

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[reconstitution]

[ He doesn't say it to be funny, still testing the waters on how this friendship is going to go. There are different dynamics to this than with being friends with Steve or Peggy-- or even Jim. Winter is drawn to the mysterious woman who he's had two separate run-ins with in the past and survived. He's still not sure how, but he's grateful for one less life on his hands.

He's not sure how to answer her question, though. He's still trying to come up with things like preference, there's still that huge gap he's missing of things he can't remember tasting. Instead, he shakes his head. ]

Whatever you think is best.

[tothefly]

[The words are typical for him. Whatever she thinks is best. He's letting her draw the lines, which isn't stupid. Neither one of them really knows where they stand with the other. Before the Fleet, every time they'd met there had been violence, bloodshed. Even here, the first time had almost ended very badly, for one or both of them. And now...well. Now there's Steve to remind him of who he used to be, Barnes to show him who he could have become, and Peggy to humanize everything in between. All Natasha is is a reminder of the things they made him do, she thinks. But still--he came here to see her. Has to be a reason for that.]

What about something new? For both of us. I haven't eaten at that little place over on the edge of town yet.

[reconstitution]

[ It's easier to let someone else set the boundaries in the game he's still learning the rules to. That, and he's still working on the fact that it's okay to have an opinion that isn't agreeing. It's been a bit harder than he's anticipated- Hydra has wormed their way into every part of his brain, and he's attempting to bleed them out.

Natasha isn't the ghostly reminder that she thinks- it's quite the opposite, in fact. If anything, she succeeds in helping ground him. He has a history that didn't involve him just being Hydra's attack dog- there was real human contact at some point, and it helps..even to remind him that he was unmade, not created. He used to be different, but Winter isn't sure whether it was good or bad.

He nods, stepping to the side for her to pass. He hesitates a moment before falling into stride just behind at her right. He doesn't really know how or if she ranks, so he goes for something neutral. ]

New is good.

[tothefly]

[She isn't sure what he thinks of her. One of the very few people she feels that way about, honestly; most everyone she's good at judging, or controlling their perceptions of her. He's a different story, but then, he's always been. It's one reason why she's interested in this, in who he's becoming. Part of his definition of self might end up helping her define a nebulous part of her past that she hasn't really thought hard about in years.

Hence trying something new, for both of them. This is new ground on all counts.

The position he falls into reminds her strongly of Rogue, neutral ground, letting her lead but not exactly following. It's a good start. A show of trust, on her part, letting him have any access to her back whatsoever. Leading the way off the ship, she makes for their destination, pace easy.]

Have you enjoyed your time planetside?