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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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Fair enough. [ ... ] How did you end up with yours, Ms. Romanoff? I can't imagine anyone joins the Avengers lightly.

[ not a softball sort of question, really. but they're both big girls. ]

[Yes, they are both big girls. Natasha's lips twitch slightly, something like a smile.

Not a particularly open or happy smile.]

No, they don't. It's not exactly something I ever set out to do, though.

I imagine I could say much the same about my career. We have that in common, at least.

I imagine it's not too uncommon for women in our line of work. Not exactly something a lot of girls' parents encourage them to get into.

Not their parents, no. [ but her brother? well! ] Had it been up to them, I likely would never have gotten out from behind a desk. Except, of course, to settle safely into matrimony.

[ ...she cracks a smile. ] I don't blame them for feeling so. I can only imagine any parent worth their salt only wants their children to be safe. Secure.

You'd think that.

[This seems like a good time to pivot away from herself, though sh doesn't redirect directly to Peggy this time.]

Some people aren't made to be safe and secure.

-- Fair enough. [ and true enough. ] Not that any of us have much choice in the matter, here.

We have a few choices. If we look for them.