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Who: Natasha Romanoff & You
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Marsiva
When: 6/24

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[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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Breakfast of champions.

[ a little smile and then it's all business. ]

Less than two months. They said I was here before but I can't remember my previous stay. I bet you heard that too, didn't you? they told me you used to be here.

Vision told me. And a few people popping up expecting me to know them corroborate the story.

I might have broken a few hearts already.

[Sighing, arms folded across her chest.]

Hopefully I don't have to disappoint too many more people today.

Well, when I came here you were gone so.

[ he's safe. he smiles a little, wants to tell her, hey, could be worse, want me to tell you about the version of me that was also the winter soldier? but that can wait until they are alone ]

Those things happen all the time, turns out.

[Vision also mentioned that. Vision is a helper.]

Yeah, I hear that. Doesn't make it a whole lot better.

[Huffing a sigh, Natasha glances off into the black thoughtfully.]

Could be worse though.

At least you owe me dinner.

No, it doesn't.

[ he agrees. this place is confusing in that regard, it's a mixture of timelines and universes, changed histories and memories that some people have while others don't.

it's complicated. At least she does complicated much better than him, usually. ]

A good one, even. Once you're off the Marsiva. Talked to the others?

I will hold you to that one, Rogers.

[One advantage to being the type of person who reinvents herself and makes things up: Natasha was salty when she came to, and she's still not happy about it, but the fact she's turning the situation over in her head, figuring out what she needs to do next, is visible in her posture and on her face.

Give her another hour or two, and she'll probably have her composure back in place entirely, give or take a few cracks.]

A few of them. You, Tony, Vision.

Never thought otherwise.

[ he can see the wheels turning there. this is quite the scenario that they all found himself in. but natasha might yet play the atroma better than the atroma plays her, that much steve is sure of ]

Did they tell you about Barton?

You mean that he's not here, but another version of him is? Yeah. I heard that.

Did he tell you he dragged me into a karaoke session in honor of New York City's pizza?

[ it's a long story, Nat but you might like the details of that one. ]

No, that part got left out.

[Her eyebrows go up, the question clearly implicit.]

Maybe I'll tell you about it at dinner.

[ /punk ]

That's low. You already had me waiting for dinner with bated breath.