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driftfleet2016-06-26 04:53 pm
outstandingbalance) wrote in driftfleet2016-06-26 04:53 pm
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Who: Natasha Romanoff & You
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 6/24
Video
[Transmission starts at the same moment the woman laying in fram shifts from unconsciousness to tense stillness—her eyes open, darting, and she goes tense, but otherwise there's no movement from her for the first four or five seconds. That seems to be how long it takes her to process that she's in an unfamiliar space with no memory of how she came to be lying there. Then one hand balls consciously into a fist. Her eyes flutter. Jaw tightens.
Natasha takes a deep breath and forces her body to relax muscle by muscle.
Seems like spies don't make for great entertainment when they first wake up. Not unless you find tension and veiled suspicious looks riveting. The first minute or two isn't much more than that. She wakes up. She sits up. She swings her legs over the edge of her cot and stretches her back, trying to flex the adrenaline out of her muscles.
She looks directly into the camera at one point, her expression flat, lips tightening in a frown. She taps the edge of the lens experimentally.]
You know, if you're gonna kidnap a girl you could at least buy her dinner first.
[Her voice is just a touch to defiant to be neutral as she speaks.
Then she hauls herself to her feet. The last thing caught on camera before the broadcast ends is a shot of her catsuited figure walking away.]
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 6/24
Video
[Transmission starts at the same moment the woman laying in fram shifts from unconsciousness to tense stillness—her eyes open, darting, and she goes tense, but otherwise there's no movement from her for the first four or five seconds. That seems to be how long it takes her to process that she's in an unfamiliar space with no memory of how she came to be lying there. Then one hand balls consciously into a fist. Her eyes flutter. Jaw tightens.
Natasha takes a deep breath and forces her body to relax muscle by muscle.
Seems like spies don't make for great entertainment when they first wake up. Not unless you find tension and veiled suspicious looks riveting. The first minute or two isn't much more than that. She wakes up. She sits up. She swings her legs over the edge of her cot and stretches her back, trying to flex the adrenaline out of her muscles.
She looks directly into the camera at one point, her expression flat, lips tightening in a frown. She taps the edge of the lens experimentally.]
You know, if you're gonna kidnap a girl you could at least buy her dinner first.
[Her voice is just a touch to defiant to be neutral as she speaks.
Then she hauls herself to her feet. The last thing caught on camera before the broadcast ends is a shot of her catsuited figure walking away.]
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[ god, how inconvenient. natasha stuck on the marsiva while they're all collecting acorns. figures that she gets the luxury for a bit longer.
tony, himself, is in the captain's chair of the pathstone, fiddling with something. probably a piece of machinery that doesn't actually belong to him. ]
You alright?
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Sorry. Next time I'll try to be more prompt about getting kidnapped.
[She studies his face from behind her smile, considering the way he fidgets. Seems in character. He's not really the kind to sit still. That also means it doesn't tell her much about his actual state.]
Nothing broken. Missing a few things, but...
[A shrug.]
Suppose you tell me just what ship I should be on?
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[ along with the weird empath kid and the snake guy. but the snake guy is cool. so. tony can tolerate that. ]
They take away your toys, too?
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[Which we can both imagine is saying something. Every gun, knife, widow's sting and garrote.]
If anything comes up before I can replace them, I'll have to handle it the old fashion way.
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[ no suit, no toys. obnoxious. ]
Wherever they're storing everything, if they're storing everything, they've got one hell of an arsenal. But most of the people here seem pretty keen on playing nice and holding hands, save for a few accidental almost murders.
[ the goddamn winter soldier. ]
Did anybody give you the list of who's here and who's not yet? Or am I the one that's gonna break the bad news?
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What's the bad news?
[Since Steve and Tony didn't exactly rank that sentiment.]
Is it the fact that Clint is apparently holding down the fort on his own?