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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.]

Comments

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Well, yeah. Nothing wrong with that. Like sometimes, you're fucking starving and a sandwich is good enough. Or rat bars, or whatever.

[She may have slightly lost track of what this conversation is actually about.]

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[Natasha laughs at that. It doesn't really matter too much how they got here.]

Let's hope it doesn't come to rat bars, or whatever the equivalent might be.

I am so sorry.

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[Wrath thinks about this, since this is what she does.]

Sad, boring sex with someone who doesn't believe in reciprocating oral.

lol no don't be

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Yeah. That does sound like a rat bar.

[pain_train]

[She laughs.]

Better than nothing. At least you tell yourself that.

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You tell yourself that, but deep down, you know you'd have been better off taking care of yourself.

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Yep. Chewing on bark and a handful of berries.

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I think the metaphor may have just gotten a little weird.

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[She thinks this over.] Yeah... you're right.

Maybe like a bad takeout metaphor would work better.

Now it's my turn to be sorry.

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Because sometimes it's two in the morning, and you just want to swing by a hot dog stand?

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Exactly! And it's like this awful, limp hotdog that's been in the boiler pan forever and you're like why the fuck am I eating this, I would have been better without a hotdog at all.

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[Natasha laughs, both because she doesn't entirely know how she got to this point, and because she knows this feeling.]

We've all been there.

[pain_train]

[This is pretty much how conversations with Wrath go, Natasha.]

Wow, I'm glad it's not just me. That's a relief.